Feel the fragrance of May.
We are grain people.
Shoulder the great trust of the motherland
Protect the people's hopes
Jimilis Beecheby
Shining in a 10,000-ton barn.
Our cause
In service? Agriculture, countryside and farmers
Qian Qian complex
result
Ensure food security
Meet market demand
We've been trying.
however
During our journey,
How much snow can you withstand in spring?
Extreme spring and autumn
There are many exciting stories and glories.
How many glittering and translucent tears and sweat have also flowed
Story, glory.
Tears and sweat.
It embodies the painstaking efforts and labor of several generations of grain people.
In the heart of the grain man
Industry is far more valuable than gold.
difficulties and hardships
Consider it.
Out-of-tune beats in happy songs.
Loneliness taboo in famous poems
human world
Unforgettable memories.
sometimes
We want to have it, too.
Everything the middle class enjoys.
High salary, driving a famous car and living in a foreign house?
but
We have nothing.
Because we are grain people.
A stranger destined for luxury.
We have no regrets.
Remember one sentence:
Life is hard, what do you get without asking for anything in return?
We live up to our mission.
Running in the fields of the country
Walk past the albino warehouse
Stick to the rumble of the rice mill.
Pull orders, grab acquisitions
Check the grain situation? Four zeros?
Online auction, integrity in the world.
High quality rice has developed its own good brand.
The footsteps of spring
Has gone away.
summer monsoon
Bring red hope
We are grain people.
Past glory
Can only explain the past.
Today's blueprint
It's up to us to draw.
Labor is glorious.
Let's use our own hands
* * * Hold up tomorrow's sun.
Modern poetry reading on May 2, Labor Day
In the palm of your hand, it blooms
Bees use their usual bad habits to build a sweet time on the hive.
Butterflies fly with poor wings.
Spring seems to have nothing to do with it. There are flowers but no fruit.
Summer is a bit lonely.
occupation
In summer, wear a thin tail of spring and fasten your seat belt.
Enough paper. The song of a sleepless bird
Painful joints in reading pure happiness.
Page by page, rustling like a bitter bamboo shoot jointing.
virtue
Pull out these weeds, so that the strength of the pickaxe can be soft.
Regardless of age, abandonment or collection.
Wipe away the still warm sand moraine.
Give her a moonlight color.
Teana gently closes her eyes at midnight.
Uniform breathing
Modern Poetry Reading on Labor Day 3 Every day, I drive my old Gengyun Liu on the vast fields.
Or climb a tall scaffold and do it in the air.
My soil is full of fragrant sweat.
Every piece of land in the countryside, every corner of the city.
Soap and cheap perfume can't be washed away.
The smell of my bone marrow and blood
I am a farmer or migrant worker with a bitter name.
I just want to raise a strong smile on the wheat in May.
I just want to have a shed or a humble abode on the edge of the city.
Let every table of rice, oil and salt be rich and fragrant.
Let cities and roads grow higher and wider in my sweat.
Every day is accompanied by the rumble of machines in busy factories.
Or holding hands? Made in China? Excellent hard work
The emotion cast by my steel flows silently.
Air, land, rivers and oceans, all over the world.
The flow of time and light cannot be washed away.
My calluses are embedded in my soul and brain.
I am a worker, an ordinary worker, a great and proud name.
I only hope that the sound of machines in May will be louder and happier.
I just want to have delicious food and warm dreams when I get home.
Let the elderly and children have the warmth and laughter of the sunset.
Let the present and the future be full of prosperity and hope.
I am a farmer, a worker and an intellectual.
Create happiness and create the world with your own hands and wisdom.
I am small and great, because
It is we who support ourselves and create a beautiful new life for mankind.
I despise parasites, walking animals, and unearned animals.
I am even more disgusted with those who lead a wretched life and are perverse in human civilization.
I am a laborer, an ordinary laborer and a great laborer.