Ode to labor

The hymn of labor is as follows:

1, to paver: When I was a child, I always thought, why are there so many roads scattered in the river like fishing nets? Who raised them and let many cars pass by them? Today, I found you on the side of the road, sending away the car with arrogant eyes and scattering gravel on the road. Now, I understand that you are small stones, paving the world wide and long!

2. "Laborer": We want to change the world. We are tired of working in vain and getting paid just to make ends meet. We never have time 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 the docks, workshops and workshops, striving for eight hours of work, eight hours of rest and eight hours for ourselves!

3. "The Greatest Labor": My father carried a bundle of rice to the crib, with a slightly bent waist like a bow. A year or a thousand years, his double tubes are like rice stalks full of fruits, and they do not tremble because of the load. This moment was fixed on the paper by me and became a shining lighthouse in my memory, a rice or.

A ray of autumn sunshine, these simple words. I found my barren poems, the blood of life, the roots of the nation and the field work at the end of the harvest on his back. The heavy ears of rice press the straw. First, one plant after another, and the golden wind spread in September.

4. Ode to Labor: Labor is an old song, labor is a beautiful painting, labor has created the sun in history, and the spring breeze of labor is the glory of Kyushu; Praise labor, sing loudly and be passionate; Praise labor, the birthday of workers feels charming and touching.

Praise labor, hope that the red sun will warm people's hearts during the day, and hope that Bai Yue will hold hands at night; Praise labor, vacation, they open their wings and look up at the sky to make progress, praise labor, praise workers, day and night, for a long time.