1, love labor
Our simple wish is endless labor, that is, to make labor a virtue and craft, passed down from generation to generation. Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, this tradition and habit that goes deep into the bone marrow, 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. Nowadays, happiness is starting from simple labor and surrounding us from all angles of fields and villages.
2. May Day Ode
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 the barren land to the noisy streets, from overhead lines to underground cables, we should carefully check every corner to prevent every hidden danger from slipping away. This is the true hymn of the Messenger of Light, a festival dedicated to our workers!
3. 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.
Work! Let us pour out silently like sweat, and beat the 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.
4. 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.
5, "labor day hymn"
When the primary school students in the city find a kind of height and grandeur, this ancient square noun is injected with hormones, which lengthens the figure and grows irresistibly. Crawling labor horns, all climbed to the top, climbed into flying objects, climbed into the solar system, and drowned in the splendor of Xinghan. I think of Eden, nudity and a leaf; Think of stone hunting, think of human beings knocking out the first shining spark with flint; Think of papermaking, compass, gunpowder, movable type printing; Newton was hit on the head by a falling apple.
Labor is glorious, labor. Creating happiness and labor is a kind of wisdom and happiness given to mankind by God. We stretch our muscles, let the spring breeze touch the fresh thread like a river, get out of the poor swamp, write with poetry and live like poetry.