1 Labor Day Poems The spring breeze and spring rain turn the fields green, raising a layer of green. High-speed railway towers and layers of power distribution networks are hung with scenes of busy line maintenance workers. The wind plays cheerful music on the wires with its warm hands, singing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sea of ??sand in the loneliness. The desolate and inhabited Gobi suddenly becomes full of vitality and high spirits because of their presence. In order to allow the small town on the edge of the desert to have nightly light, and in order for millions of workers to safely and continuously use electric energy to build the motherland, our electrical workers will return to the moonlit night to fight the sandstorm at midnight, inspect the lines, perform maintenance, and eliminate deficiencies. From the barren wilderness to the noisy streets, from overhead lines to underground cables, check every corner carefully to prevent every hidden danger from passing by... This is the most authentic hymn presented by the Light Messengers to the festival of their workers. ! Our simple wish is to never stop laboring, which is to make labor a virtue and a craft that is passed down from generation to generation. The sun rises and the sun sets and the sun rests. These traditions and habits that are deeply rooted in the bones are as pure as the face of the father, which makes people irresistible day after day, year after year. When we were young, we held the fields carefully in our hands and in our hearts. Laboring in the countryside amid the songs everywhere was the only way for us to mature. Now happiness begins with labor that is explained in simple terms. From all angles of the fields and countryside, we are surrounded from all directions. We love labor and we are tired. The body is pure and the soul is peaceful. 13． The sand gulls are awake on the fishing water, and the willows are green on the shore. In the gentle spring breeze, there are a few fishermen. 14. The woodcutter has little farmland and works hard all day long. The mountains are covered with firewood and grass, and they dare not move even a single inch. 15． Plowing the Linghai Sea in March spring, there is no cloud for thousands of miles. The old scalpers plowing the fields ignore the passers-by. 16. Reading: I was beaten and scolded when chopping firewood, and the road was slippery when carrying water. Ranking first in school exams is always herding cowboys.