Poems praising May Day Labor Day

Poetry is a literary genre that expresses feelings and wishes. It is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language and reflects the social life in a concentrated way. The following is a poem I made up in praise of Labor Day. Welcome to read!

1, May Day Ode

Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,

Began to form a long layer of green.

On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,

There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.

The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.

Cheerful music, in loneliness

Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,

Deserts and uninhabited Gobi

Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.

In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,

In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.

In order to build the motherland,

Our electrical workers

From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,

Patrol, repair and eliminate defects

From barren land to noisy streets,

From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,

Check it carefully,

Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...

This is the Lightbringer.

A festival dedicated to their own workers

The truest hymn!

2. Happy Labor Day

May Day is a holiday for international workers.

May is another day full of true feelings.

In this spring, the spring breeze is cool today.

Having said that, I sincerely tunnel 1 to all the working people:

Happy May Day International Labor Day!

There are workers running around in every corner of the city.

In the countryside and fields, there are footprints of hard work of laborers everywhere.

Cocoon-covered hands are as thick and powerful as steel,

Hold up the ideals and beliefs of life.

Small beads of sweat sparkled like pearls.

Have the sky and the earth.

Sweat dyed the earth green and dotted the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Selfless dedication to spread fragrance and happiness to mankind,

Working people are the essence of the earth.

For the prosperity of the motherland and the nation,

Today's protagonist uses hard-working hands and wisdom.

Don't hesitate to sweat and bleed, and dedicate your regretless youth.

Turn the cool barren hills into beautiful orchards,

Build spectacular high-rise buildings on ruins and abandoned mountains,

Over the mountains, a modern expressway was built.

Strugglers have created one amazing achievement after another.

It is the working people who have created our beautiful life today.

It is they who have built a civilized socialist harmonious society.

In this passionate season, on this special day,

Let us sincerely wish with reverence:

-Happy holidays, great laborers!

3. The glory of labor

In spring

Our simple wish

It is endless labor.

It is to make labor a virtue and a craft.

hand down from generation to generation

When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.

Rest at sunset

This goes deep into the tradition and habit of bone marrow.

As pure as a father's face.

This is irresistible.

Day after day

year after year

We held the field carefully in our hands.

On the heart

In the countryside, in four songs,

Labor is the only way for us to mature.

Now happiness begins with simple labor.

From all angles of the fields and the countryside

Surround us from all directions.

Love work

Our tired bodies are pure.

Inner peace

4. Celebrate May Day.

Author: Poetry

May Day is full of joy,

The whole country rejoiced.

Economic development dances in the east wind,

The grand blueprint spans time and space.

This industry is prosperous and emerging,

Comprehensive national strength has been comprehensively enhanced.

Friendship is open in all directions,

The working people are full of feelings.

Create a rainbow in history,

Two civilizations benefit people's livelihood.

Control science and technology, go forward bravely,

Longing for world peace forever.

5. "Compassion for farmers"

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

6, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"

Chengda Fan

Tilling during the day, numb at night,

The children in the village are responsible for their own affairs.

Children and grandchildren have not been liberated to engage in farming and textile,

And learn to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees.

7. Song of Laborers

The flowers in May are beautiful and fragrant.

The songs in May are crisp and loud.

The red flag in May is particularly bright.

The sun is particularly bright in May.

This kind of flower blooms all over the world.

This song resounds through the mountains and seas.

This red flag brightens the five-color skin.

This sunshine warms the chests of hundreds of millions of people.

Red May has given us dignity as human beings.

Red May gave us the strength to save the world.

Red May gave us the right to live.

Red May has given us lofty ideals.

We are the mainstay of the country.

We are the pillars of the country.

We are the only masters of the world.

We are the driving force of history.

We waved-the mountain bowed its head and gave way.

We stamp our feet-the river flows backwards.

We looked up-the blue sky gave the stars and the moon.

We bow down-the earth gives us treasures.

We have "created" one billionaire after another with blood and sweat.

We built heaven after heaven with our hands.

We are proud of May.

We are proud of our labor.

We are fearless for our ideals.

We sing for freedom.

Flowers in May, you bloom day and night.

We will always have sex and protect the gardener of flowers.

May's song, are you loud?

We will always be your neatest and grandest choir.

Red flag in May, flying high.

For generations, we have been your most loyal standard-bearers.

The sunshine in May shines forever.

According to working people all over the world-

Freedom, autonomy and self-reliance, and labor rights and interests are guaranteed.

Long live labor! Long live liberation!