During the drought, farmers look forward to the spring rain and look at the rice with tears in their eyes. Have any children ever asked: Who do you complain to?
Travel across the ocean to a foreign country and work hard. I will never forget the old village head, who gave me the soil of my hometown in those years.
If you love labor, you should regard it as the best thing;
The dam is a paradise road, with carts and love houses intercropping. The big machine tool is a grand piano and the assembly line is a staff.
Great port, people's satisfaction, great love and great blessing. Life is a song, and labor is a dance.
To love the motherland, we must strive to realize the Chinese dream;
Love the world without natural danger, the river flows east and does not return. Poetry gallops in Hebei and painting in Henan.
The atmosphere is generous and benevolent. In the dream, they often meet each other, and only wake up after thousands of years.