First, "love labor"
Our simple wish is endless labor, that is, to make labor a virtue and craft, passed down from generation to generation. The tradition and habit of working at sunrise and resting at sunset is as irresistible as my father's face. Day after day, year after year, we carefully hold the fields in our hands and take them to heart. In the countryside, in the four ballads, labor is the only way for us to mature. Happiness begins with simple labor, which surrounds us from all angles of fields and villages.
Second, "Ode to Labor"
Spring breeze and spring rain swept through Yuan Ye, and a long layer of green was awakened. The high iron tower and the layers of distribution network are busy scenes for line maintenance workers. The wind, with warm hands playing cheerful music on the wire, sang accompaniment songs for the workers in the vast sand sea in loneliness. The barren Gobi is full of vitality because of their existence.
In order to make the small town on the edge of the desert have a bright night, and for thousands of workers in Qian Qian to use electricity safely and continuously to build the motherland, we electric workers have returned to the moonlight since the fifth watch. From barren land to noisy streets, from overhead lines to underground cables, carefully check every corner to prevent every hidden danger from slipping away ... this is the true hymn of the messenger of light for his Workers' Day!
Third, "golden dance"
Under the protection of labor, my body, under the slap of the sun, rises and falls like gratitude. There is the sound of metal, and there is the sound of friction between metal and soil. This attractive voice has been hovering over this land, which makes us feel the taste of the land more deeply. Labor makes us pour out silently like sweat endlessly, and beat metal like feathers.
We live for labor, take off our scales and infiltrate into the soil with the rain. In a mature season of golden dance, our fragrance is overflowing and our branches are hanging high.
Fourth, "Song of Labor"
Standing on the head of Red May, go deep into the workers and feel the jumping notes in the sun. Accidentally dripping down and touching the silent fruit forest. On the silent land, the loud song of labor suddenly sounded, echoing in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers and between the blue sky and white clouds. In the morning, trees and birds were knocked down and hung red, so I couldn't help it. Sunshine, rain and dew and spring breeze push the flowers of civilization to the city, and the fruits of labor to the countryside. The beautiful scenery is full of eyes, singing the song of labor happily under the fluttering notes.
V. "Spring Festival travel rush"
A group of people shouted slogans and walked through the streets on the other side of the ocean with their fists raised, performing costumes for May Day every year. The rights and interests of the most glorious workers must be respected. May Day is a festival for workers all over the world. It condenses the storm of history, continues the story of labor and flies a red flag. The banner of labor inspires people to move forward, and labor is the driving force of historical progress, from ancient times to the present, from east to west and from south to north.
Six, "laborer's flowers"
In the morning, walk along the winding log steps of Mihe River. The almost endless green velvet lawn exudes a refreshing fragrance. Birds walk among the green trees, twittering and singing, praising this warm home. A beautiful day has begun! Walking through rows of cannas with gorgeous flowers, walking through delicate and elegant lotus ponds, several lotus leaves are swaying gently.