Poems on labor day 1 praise labor.
In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.
I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.
This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.
It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.
Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.
Daoxiang has become a land full of water.
The most beautiful dance god
May Day Labor Day Poetry 2 Singing Labor
In the dark and hard center of the earth 800 meters deep.
I sang a black miner's lamp.
Its flame is salty with sweat.
The mine disaster hardened those bones.
Countless hands of carbon black hold up another dawn.
At the moment, the warm sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the body.
Lighter than air and heavier than rock.
May Day Labor Day Poetry 3 Singing Labor
In the white delivery room of a hospital next to me.
I sang every happy cry of the newborn baby.
It is loud and melodious, like a happy note.
Dancing on the tired sweat of the female nurse
I really want to dedicate the most beautiful poems to them.
But in the face of these sacred angels
How humble my weak poems are.
The fourth labor day struggle
Whether it is manual labor or mental labor.
Are soaked with hard work and sweat.
No physical labor
You can't lift a tall building on a flat ground.
No mental work
You can't fly a ship in space.
Weave a colorful life
There is no hand of labor.
Praise and respect labor.
It is the pursuit of you and me.
Work today.
It's tomorrow's reward
Thank you for your work and bless you for your work.
Because there is labor, there is hope.
The flower of dreams blooms brilliantly.
We must rely on ordinary struggle.
Labor Day Poetry 5-8 hours
We want to change the world,
We are tired of futility,
Just earning a living wage,
We never have time to think.
We need to smell the flowers,
We're going to bask in the sun,
We believe that:
God only allows eight hours of work.
From docks, workshops and workshops,
Assemble our team,
Strive for eight hours of work,
Eight hours' rest,
Eight hours is your own!
Labor Day Poetry 6 Legs
Two legs
Support the body
In this fertile land
Live a hard life
Winter sun
It's cold.
Live in spring
In such a hurry
Lin Yin lawn
A person who can't stop sweating.
Look at the fields.
These people.
These flowers are over.
The residual leaves of this tree have fallen off.
Harvest fruit
Bring sb. to his knees
Labor Day Poetry 7 Songs of Labor
Song of labor
Such as spring breeze
Blow all over China
Song of labor
Such as a brush
Sow the earth
If there is no labor force,
How can there be a happy life?
If there is no labor force,
How can it be colorful?
Song of labor
a love song
Song of labor
Drums of youth
We do it ourselves.
We are United as one.
For a better tomorrow
For the greater prosperity of the motherland.
We love labor.
We sing about life.
The eighth poem on May Day Labor Day sings about labor.
Every quiet or noisy street in the city
I sang a broom that danced leisurely.
It is silent, and its body is close to the earth.
Rub some rouge to make up for the city.
About the ordinary and the great
About humbleness and sublimity
Dancing broom, interpreted with beautiful dance.
Labor Day Poetry 9 Singing Labor
In a remote hometown village thousands of miles away.
I sing about my old country mother.
She doesn't know that one day in May is Mother's Day.
All I know is that the smoke rose early.
Then he hoed the ground and went to the field.
Let the dripping sweat overcome the desire for a bumper harvest
Looking at the wheat seedlings is like their lush daughter, growing up in green.
Labor Day 10 Poems on the way to work
You are on your way to work.
See idle people
Light music and dance
The face is full of sunshine.
The corners of your eyes pass by.
There is not much time for attachment and daydreaming.
He hurried past the fixed car sign.
Let the scenery be appreciated by others
I turned around in the busy sweat.
Forget fatigue
Continue the pace of life
No complaints
There are only faint regrets and guilt in my heart.
That's a bad promise to children.
And family expectations.
Conceit in the heart
next year
Say anything next year.
Have fun with her (him)
Let's sing together
but
next year
The sound of the waves will remain unchanged in the coming year.
Labor Day Poems 1 1 Red May
Standing on the head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze push the flower of civilization in this city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily
The song of labor brings the good news of spring sowing and the hope of Xia Yun.
Let the earth be full of poetry, and let the autumn touch the picture.
The song of labor can never be sung, and the fruit keeps arching from the ground like a note, which is delicious and sweet.
Labor Day Poetry 12 A New Day
Open your sleepy eyes
The breeze is still blowing slightly.
Poplar, still shaking gently.
The sunshine is still warm.
Open your sleepy eyes
The clock ticks away to a new day.
My wife and children were still sleeping yesterday.
I woke up early.
Plan a new day
Open your sleepy eyes
Get up, eat, go out by bike.
Get to work. Repeat yesterday's yesterday
The only thing that has changed is the lost time.
Now is never the time.
Greeting neighbors: making money
My heart is warm.
I can go back to work and bear the burden of starting a business.
Work, earn money, spend money
Live happily with your family.
God, wait-
Happy, leisure!
Labor Day Poetry 13 Ordinary Laborers
I am just an ordinary worker.
A crude iron hoe and sickle
With my thick bones
Often meet in thick cocoons.
Under the scorching sun, I bowed to Miao Miao with a low eyebrow.
In the middle of the plate
There is my lifelong expectation and worship.
I am just an ordinary worker.
Cold wrench and hammer
The fading tool that inspired me.
I stand tall in the towering hair of the city.
In the dim light, I looked at the tall building as much as possible.
still
I have been full of guilt and worry all my life.
I'm just an unknown worker.
Stylish mouse and keyboard
With the blood of Pangu and the sinews of Gong Yu.
Shake the pulse of the times together.
During the long journey
I provoked the urban and rural areas to make great strides.
historical trend
I have a lifetime of sweat and pride.
Labor Day Poetry 14 Laborers
There are a thousand joys in my heart.
There are ten thousand kinds of joys in the morning.
Because today is the glory of workers.
The morning light echoed with ten thousand kinds of joy.
There are 100,000 pairs of eyes shining with Xia Hong.
Because today is the achievement of workers.
There are 100,000 pairs of eyes shining with Xia Hong.
There are millions of tall buildings standing proudly in the sun.
Because today is a special festival.
There are millions of tall buildings standing proudly in the sun.
There are thousands of streets meditating in the sun.
Because today is the workers' day.
Today is the workers' day.
Let the laborer's festival rotate with the wind.
Today is the workers' day.
Let laborers' festivals be as gentle and graceful as Xia Yun.
The poem of labor day 15 is near labor day.
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
The horn of labor
Blow into the sky
Dripping sweat
It is the most beautiful note.
A fight
do battle
Each end reel
spread
It's footprints
This is hard work.
persevere
It's blood
Labor Day Poetry 16 Ode to Labor
The sun is so bright.
The trees in the sun are covered with green leaves.
The machine is running at full speed.
And sing hymns for the festival.
No matter what position you insist on.
How ordinary the position is.
You are all creating new lives.
In order to work better at rest
Work is for a better life.
This is the eternal melody of human beings.
It is also the song of the workers' hearts.
Ordinary workers are great.
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only by happily investing in study and work.
Life will enjoy real happiness.
Labor Day Poetry 17 May Day
It's also May Day holiday.
May day labor in spring, summer, autumn and winter
To Gan Kun who fought at night in the moonlight.
Poetry is as brilliant as fragrance.
May song will greet the wheat waves and dance with steel flowers.
Paying attention to labor is the source of wealth.
Work hard and expect nothing in return.
I am happy and happy in my heart.
Dunzeng is full of energy.
Sing a hymn of labor
Labor Day Poetry 18 Singing Labor
I work, I sing.
Sing a cheerful song loudly
Put the weight on your shoulders.
Leg and foot fatigue
Have been temporarily forgotten.
I work, I sing.
Humming an affectionate melody
Take the soul out of the body experience
For yourself, for the same kind.
dissolute
I work, I sing.
Let effort and sadness
Inequality and anger
Run around the world
heart-stirring
Open up a happy and beautiful future.