Chapter 1: 20 17 A poem praising the working people "For the most beautiful you? Hard-working people "
May is full of true feelings.
Open a new chapter because of your hard work and sweat.
Because of work, hands full of cocoons.
Send my sincere wishes.
? When is the afternoon for weeding? It's a portrayal of your work.
? Sweating and dripping dirt? This is the first drop of water absorbed by the seedlings.
? Who knows Chinese food? It's the smile on your face after harvest.
? Every grain is hard? It is the most beautiful medal given to you by nature.
A word? Hello! Welcome to visit! ? Opened the first greeting in the morning.
A clean and bright shopping environment is a necessary condition for you to bring customers a good mood.
A simple warm reminder is that you have brought meticulous care to your customers.
? Thank you for coming! Please walk slowly! ? This is a sign that your day's work is finished.
Spring ploughing and autumn harvest are repeated.
In exchange for the rich food on the table of thousands of families.
8-hour workflow
Send away a wave of knowing smiles.
Towering high-rise building
Behind it is your perfect masterpiece of sleepless nights.
Broad asphalt roads and lush green belts
Building a perfect city with both hands is your new landmark.
Occasionally, the boring workflow makes me tired.
The bustling crowd filled the sight of every office worker.
A moment of peace is the most precious gift from God.
The happy moments of the whole family always seem to have nothing to do with you.
123 15 is the best benchmark for your perfect service evaluation.
The labor arbitration bureau is the most suitable place to safeguard your interests.
A bright red flag is the people's affirmation of your work.
You are also a consumer, and you are carefully defending your own declaration.
To the loveliest of you.
My dearest labor partner
Life is more convenient because of you.
An old friend who is far away from home is at hand.
Dedicated to the most beautiful you.
Dedicated to my dearest working people
Your contribution has enriched our lives.
My satisfaction is your proudest side.
What time? Made in China? A gorgeous symbol of walking at the forefront of the world
The rapid development of science and technology makes it too late for us to look around.
With your dexterous and industrious hands, you have drawn a better blueprint for the future of the motherland.
Praise belongs to workers and their own tomorrow.
Chapter II: Labor Day of Laborers, 20 17 Poems in praise of working people.
Today is May Day.
I know May Day is a holiday.
But I want to work.
I have a tile knife and a brick.
Tall buildings stand on the ground.
I braved the scorching sun and the wind and rain.
Roads and bridges just extend into the distance.
I don't want honor.
Hey, honor has never been my family.
I don't want a reward.
Hey, the reward has nothing to do with me.
I don't want a double salary.
Hey, double pay is an interesting comedy for me.
I'm going to work, work, and then work.
Because today is the workers' day.
There is no special happiness or sadness in such a day.
On such a day, you blow the air conditioner and I take a bath in the spring breeze.
On such a day, you go to see mountains, water and the world.
On such a day, I am building a house, building roads and building the future.
In your eyes, dew is poetry.
In your eyes, clouds are friendship.
In my eyes, is the star a star, the moon or the moon?
In my eyes, the world is beautiful and I can only work.
On this may day
When night falls,
When your hand stops
Please listen to my loud call.
Guys, guys, come here.
Brothers, brothers, come and gather.
Light a cigarette.
Lift the beer
Who says our life is just humble?
Who says our life is boring?
Chapter III: Songs of Laborers, 20 17 Poems praising the working people.
Construction worker
dawn
The morning star tore up my dream.
Simple modification
Put on your helmet.
Grab some white cakes.
Take a tile knife, a hammer and a ruler.
Rush to my stage.
noon
The burning sun competes with me.
Sweat carves dust like a knife.
Splashed steel flowers shouted at the sun.
Master Kong's instant noodles and ham are often eaten.
I want to complain about my stomach.
Tired, the template is a bed.
Wrongfully let Sun gang rape.
dusk
The horn of the casual worker finally sounded.
Tile knife, hammer, ruler
Jump back to the toolbox
Stretch out and pat the dust on your body.
I also gave myself a massage.
by car
Leave the stage
I am most afraid that the last bus will forget me.
Although the bus has run out of breath.
Arrived at the station
Or squeeze hard
My appearance
The carriage is very wide.
Too fragrant body odor
Startled up countless gestures.
get off (a vehicle)
Not at the station yet.
persian cat
I am deeply saddened.
Xi Shi Shen Duan
Suddenly turned into a stinking shit.
Just got off the bus.
Groaning in the car
Squeeze slowly Cried the old woman
go home
Starlight companion
Fatigue connection
Open the dusty door lock.
Light warms people's hearts.
Clean up dinner in a hurry
Salt without vinegar
Rapid swallowing
Wash your smelly feet.
Blister-swollen calluses
My heart is warm.
A 30-story building
Become a mass of mud in our hands.
Collapse in bed
Homesick steeds gallop endlessly.
be intoxicated
A lover's sweet smile
It's like spring rain
A kiss.
It's time to go to work again
cleaner
The stars blurred their eyes.
The street lamp is still in the dream
My performance has already started.
My dance
My song
Beat the garbage into a ball
Sneak back to your home.
After the curtain call
Streets are like polished chopping boards.
No flowers, applause, shouts.
tomorrow
My program is still on time.