Chapter 15 1 Reflections on International Labor Day
Different latitudes
There are different voices.
Life is bright or dark.
Because at different latitudes,
Different vitality
Here, the whole world is cold and hot.
idealism
Used to beautify China.
Docking with dreams
For thousands of years.
Confucian cultivation
Taoist cultivation
Buddhist teachings
Just to sow happiness.
* * * The ghost of capitalism
From west to east
For workers
Think seriously
There is no savior in the world.
There is no immortal emperor.
Tools and ideological evolution
The difference between reality and ideal
Poverty gap
Certification worker
Can't make a fortune
Cat theory and money worship
Destroy moral conscience
Completely crush human nature
Unforgettable original sin
Bloom the flowers of evil
International Workers' Day
This is not a legal holiday.
It's not a festival for the rich.
Nor is it a festival for capitalists.
It's a laborer.
A hint of licking the wound.
All the blood and sweat
Become a capitalist
The pinnacle of wealth
The poor can only look up
On a bright moon night
Listen to the cold wind blowing from the window
May Day/International Labor Day
Not a glorious festival.
This is Marxist theory.
Awaken slaves
See it on the little globe.
Sinful exploitation
The squeeze of spirit
Twisted soul
The world is full of resentment.
Full of shouts and groans
Restoring capitalism
Decadence and ugliness
rampant
China on May 1 Day
Or spring?
Seasons in the southern hemisphere
chill
Uneven hot and cold in the world
Rich people are lustful.
The cry of the poor
May Day/International Labor Day
A discordant tune
Make the world impetuous
Glory of labor
Not joy and pride.
This is a tearful smile
long-distance run
The story of the laborer
It constitutes a fertile ground for history.
Cultivate historical growth
In the gap of history
Full of cannibalism
I am out of history.
Look at the dynasty
Time problem
With Lu Xun's dagger
Anatomy may day
Find out now.
This is still a cannibal world.
Happy May Day?
Who can answer that?
Rule number two? May day? Maybe because you have too many names.
The voluminous historical classics cannot be included.
I had to draw a heavy rest on the last page.
Will you stop the ever-flowing river of history?
Maybe it's because your contribution is too humble.
It's not worth commenting on at all.
I have to mention one or two of you.
So the big star knew that the little star was a lot dimmer.
Maybe the sound of cutting sandalwood is long gone.
The Great Wall of Wan Li has also become cold and silent.
However, labor has created all history.
Has not been recognized by the whole world?
Maybe we should open our throats and sing.
Only the sun, the moon and the stars have feelings, and the mountains and rivers are harmonious.
Not suitable for those who always love to sing for themselves.
For those workers who have no one to sing.
Rule number three? May day? On International Labor Day, the morning light just opened my eyes from my sleep.
A busy figure appeared on the earth.
Sweat soaked the back of the clothes.
Mud covered my trouser legs.
Hard-working hands dress up beautiful scenery.
The tired body supports the rainbow of seven colors.
The road of hope and dream is bustling.
Enjoy freshness and fragrance.
Liu Yin has a deep love.
Flowering in the green leaves is vigorous.
At the beginning of the light, I love you very much.
The skillful spring breeze is cut for you and me.
Such a charming scenery
Who wiped the dust off the city?
Who propped up the shade of the city?
Who's dumping the city costume?
Who lit up the eyes of the city?
Who blew the hair of the city?
Who sent the affection of this city?
Maybe you didn't feel his presence.
Maybe you saw his back without consulting.
Maybe you feel familiar with it.
Maybe you don't remember this person very much.
It doesn't matter.
Because, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, he is here.
A dedication song that hits the soul directly, euphemistically.
He is an angel guarding the city.
He is a lark who sings about the city.
I want to bless him loudly.
I, I want to praise him affectionately.
The city is beautiful because of them.
The city yearns for them.
They are the real pillars of the city.
A group of ordinary and great heroes work for the city.
Article 4 5 1 labor day is here.
People all over the world are on vacation.
Units all over the world are out of business.
Since morning.
Rickshaw drivers began to carry passengers and pull people.
Start work early and get off work late.
Happiness has reached its peak.
What is eating?
What is rest?
Such a good business
Only once a year.
They want it every day.
Good days will destroy themselves.
May is like a song, and Labor Day rings.
Drum in summer
The worker straightened up.
This tree is supported by a green umbrella.
The south wind caressed gently.
Lush fields
A steep hill
Be soaked by spring rain
Streets and alleys and high-rise tile houses
Endless dance in full swing
Dancing and singing
In the village of Weihe plain
The farmers are silent in their hearts.
Grinding hand
A cheap knife with a bumper harvest
Thousands of students in Qian Qian.
In the hot examination room
Step on the drum in May
Use a colored pen dipped in the sweat of youth.
Draw a picture
Tsinghua Peking University Dream
May
be doomed
Green song
I played before the harvest.
The last fury: Gary Thyssen's escape