A laborer's festival
For her, we used to
make an effort
hemorrhagic
May 1
A laborer's festival
eight-hour day
Hard earned
May 1
The victory of laborers
We cheered for her.
We sing.
May 1
Our own festival
Oppose oppression
Oppose exploitation
Will always be our theme.
Workers all over the world unite.
Fight for freedom and democracy
Struggle for world peace
Second, the laborer's text/Lingshui
You are not good at preaching.
Born to work.
I itch all over if I don't work.
I can't even sleep well
You know best.
Labor creates everything.
Jinshan Yinshan
It is the crystallization of sweat.
Callus on your hand
In exchange for tomorrow's sun
Tianye fruit piaoxiang
Steel flowers splash coal waves.
The wrinkles on your face
Memories engraved with years.
Bitter, sweet and sour
Make nectar
Your eyes
Hidden wisdom and cleverness
Step through all the difficulties.
Stand up and be a hero.
You are the creator.
Discredit the glory of history.
Famous mountains and Lishui are afraid of you.
The songs of laborers are rippling in my ears.
Three. May Day Fantasy/Dongting Lake
Standing on the head of Red May
I remember 2 1 years ago.
Working day report
The cool breeze blows gently and the branches sway.
What dripped down was
The ground is full of broken gold and colorful.
In the land of silence
That's my happy song.
The echo in parents' hearts.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze
The milk that fed me.
Yuanshuihe Dongting Lake Baiyutan
These are the places where I grew up.
And the story of the north turn
Engraved in my heart forever.
Step into the hall of learning again
With the persistent pursuit of an ordinary water conservancy worker
With a strong desire to build a beautiful home
Winter has come to spring sowing, summer harvest and autumn harvest.
The fruitful results of three years' life.
It has greatly enriched my life.
Now, now.
Standing on the threshold of the year of doubt
Feel sincerely
The joy of labor
Song of labor
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
Song of labor
Eternal singing
Fourth, near Labor Day Author: Fanny
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
The horn of labor
Blow into the sky
Dripping sweat
It is the most beautiful note.
A fight
do battle
Each end reel
spread
It's footprints
This is hard work.
persevere
It's blood
Five, May Day Rhapsody Author: herding fish
The sunny May Day finally arrived as scheduled.
Shanshan and Rapids
Nowhere to find traces of April.
At this point, wait.
Just the rights of workers.
Taste the sweetness of a quiet room.
Comfortable!
Summer began to occupy the panes of Jiangcheng.
Sunlight invades gently.
grin
Gradually, capture the inertia of the crowd.
Finally, the building started.
For a long time, a group originated from high temperature
Sink!
It's almost noon, Nanhu.
Still lazy in the arms of the morning mist
Pass away the fatigue of the past in a coquetry way
Sneaking around, secretly pleased
People who came back from vacation were locked in drawers.
Everything is in a dream.
Regret!
Hope in the past equals separation today.
The rest will be awakened at first sight.
It turned into a farewell banquet in an instant.
The day of reunion
Wait for it, it will come again.
My hometown is far away.
Unlimited
At the moment, the spring scenery is blurred.
The window railing is fixed on the other side.
The air no longer breathes impudently.
In the house, alone
Keep a glass of water.
By the desk, snuggling up in the chair.
Greedy chewing diary, just like chewing boiled water.
Be quiet!
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