What are the poems praising laborers?

"Ode to the May Day" Spring breeze and spring rain swept vilen, and a long layer of green was awakened. On the high iron tower and the distribution network, there is a busy scene of line maintenance workers. The wind played cheerful music on the wires with warm hands and sang an accompaniment for the workers in the lonely sea of sand. Because of their existence, the deserted Gobi is full of vitality and high spirits. In order to make the town near the desert have a bright night, and for thousands of workers in Qian Qian to use electricity to build the motherland safely and continuously, our electric workers will return to the moonlight war and sandstorm, patrol the lines, repair and eliminate the defects from barren fields to noisy streets, and carefully check every corner from overhead lines to underground cables to prevent every hidden danger from slipping away from their eyes ... This is the messenger of light.

Love labor Our simple wish is endless labor, which is to make labor a virtue and craft and pass it on from generation to generation. This tradition and habit of going deep into the bone marrow is as irresistible as my father's face. Day after day, year after year, we carefully hold the fields in our hands, and working in the countryside is the only way for us to mature. Now happiness begins with simple labor, and we are surrounded by fields and villages from all angles. We love labor, and our tired bodies are pure and calm. Under the protection of labor, my body is grateful in the beating of the sun, with the sound of metal and the friction between metal and soil. This attractive voice has been hovering over this land, which makes us feel the taste of the land more deeply. Labor makes us gush out like sweat, and it is as silent as a feather beating on metal. We live for labor, take off our scales and infiltrate into the soil with the rain. In a mature season of golden dance, we are full of fragrance, hanging high and loving labor.

Song of Labor stood at the first end of Red May and went deep into the hearts of workers. I realized that the jumping notes in the sun accidentally fell and touched the silent fruit forest. The heroic song of labor suddenly sounded on the silent earth, echoed in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers, fell in the blue sky and white clouds, trees and birds sang, and spread red in the morning light. I have no choice. Sunshine, rain and dew and spring breeze promote the flowers of urban civilization to grow beautiful scenery of rural labor achievements. Singing the song of labor happily under the flying notes, the song of labor brings the good news of spring sowing and the hope that Xia Yun will make the earth full of poetry. Let the song of labor be sung forever in the golden autumn, and constantly arch out rich fruits from the ground like notes, which are delicious and sweet.