Poems praising farmers

Songs dedicated to migrant workers

tears

Wet road

We are scattered along the way.

Stubborn sweat

The sound of cutting machine

Can't drown our roar

Immortal physical strength

It's what the boss calls greater China.

Is our cheapest survival.

We occupied the headlines of the city.

The lamp on the head

Whose pocket is lit up

But it doesn't shine on our narrow shed.

Simple and complex thinking

This eternal oath is deeply rooted among the workers.

Feel the jumping notes in the sun.

accidentally

drop

Touch the silent fruit forest

In the land of silence

suddenly

The sonorous song of labor sounded.

Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.

Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds

The sound of birds falling on trees

A hot morning

cannot help doing

sunlight

rain and dew

spring breeze

Promote the flower of civilization in the city.

Popularize the fruits of rural labor

Full of beautiful scenery

Under the fluttering notes

Singing the song of labor happily

Song of labor

Bring good news of spring sowing.

Take Xia Yun's hope.

Let poetry fill the earth.

Any point dyeing painting

Song of labor

Eternal singing

Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.

Fruitful fruit

delicious

Fragrant and sweet

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 goes deep into the workers.

Feel the jumping notes in the sun.

accidentally

drop

Touch the silent fruit forest

In the land of silence

suddenly

The sonorous song of labor sounded.

Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.

Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds

The sound of birds falling on trees

A hot morning

cannot help doing

sunlight

rain and dew

spring breeze

Promote the flower of civilization in the city.

Popularize the fruits of rural labor

Full of beautiful scenery

Under the fluttering notes

Singing the song of labor happily

Song of labor

Bring good news of spring sowing.

Take Xia Yun's hope.

Let poetry fill the earth.

Any point dyeing painting

Song of labor

Eternal singing

Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.

Fruitful fruit

delicious

Fragrant and sweet

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

Author: Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.

I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.

There is a poor woman with a child on her back.

Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.

Listening to his words of concern is very sad.

The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.

Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.

There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.

I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.

Chu River

When weeding is at noon,

Sweat dripped down the soil.

Who knows Chinese food,

Every grain is hard.

Silkworm girl ①

[Song] Zhang Yu (2)

I went to town yesterday.

I came back with tears on my face. ④

Black and blue (5) Luo Qi (6),

Not a silkworm raiser.

Silkworm girl in Du Xunhe

Pink is not hungry, so I don't know there is glory in the world.

I am very tired and hard every year, and I am covered in ramie. Go deep among workers

Feel the jumping notes in the sun.

accidentally

drop

Touch the silent fruit forest

In the land of silence

suddenly

The sonorous song of labor sounded.

Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.

Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds

The sound of birds falling on trees

A hot morning

cannot help doing

sunlight

rain and dew

spring breeze

Promote the flower of civilization in the city.

Popularize the fruits of rural labor

Full of beautiful scenery

Under the fluttering notes

Singing the song of labor happily

Song of labor

Bring good news of spring sowing.

Take Xia Yun's hope.

Let poetry fill the earth.

Any point dyeing painting

Song of labor

Eternal singing

Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.

Fruitful fruit

delicious

Fragrant and sweet

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 ... it's hard to find! ! ! ! !