A poem praising labor

The poem "The Light of Labor" is as follows:

Gujiashan, a picturesque mountain village, is surrounded by green rice fields and pastures. People here are hardworking, intelligent and happy. There is a man who is a model in the village. His name is "Light of Labor".

Labor Light's family is humble, but his mind is strong. He gets up early every day, puts on his sweaty clothes and pants, and then goes to work in the fields. His knife, hoe and scale are his weapons. He works in the morning light, and so does he in the night.

The heat in summer makes him exhausted, and the cold in winter makes him insomnia. But he is still the leader of labor, and his sweat is the dowry of the village. He has no time to pay attention to the outside world, and his life is only for labor.

year after year, day by day, little by little, his wisdom is brought into play in labor and his body is exercised in happiness. When his hard work is harvested and United, his happiness is more perfectly presented. Yes, this is the road of life of the light of labor.

He has created brilliant achievements for the construction of his hometown. With his wisdom, diligence and love, he lit the fire of labor and lit up the lights of thousands of families. He got happiness in his work, and at the same time added color to his hometown.

Time flies, but the faith in the light of labor never dies. In his hometown, he became a pillar, and with satisfaction, he recalled his long road of labor in the past.

the road to labor is not a fantasy, it is not an armchair strategist. It needs strength and wisdom, hard work and endurance, unremitting efforts and constant pursuit of progress and innovation.

let's remember the spirit of the light of labor, and strive for each other in labor to add new luster to our hometown. Behind the labor, there is a most sincere touch, feeling the power of the light of labor and feeling the glory of the light of labor.

Work for glory

We want to change the world. We are tired of toiling in vain, only getting paid for living, and never have time for us to think. We want to smell the flowers, we want to bask in the sun, and we believe that God only allows eight-hour working days. We gathered our teams from docks, workshops and workshops, striving for eight hours of work, eight hours of rest and eight hours for ourselves!