In modern poetry about labor, whether you love labor or not reflects a person's moral cultivation, so we should be a person who loves labor. Workers are simple and lovely, great and selfless. Let's recite a poem and thank the hard-working people. Let's share some poems about labor.
Poetic modernity of labor 1 laborer,
You know from the bottom of your heart,
It is labor that creates everything.
Jinshan Yinshan and thousands of worlds,
Everything is a compliment to labor.
Laborers,
You use the calluses on your hands,
For the sun tomorrow,
In order to exchange the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the field,
In return, steel flowers splashed and coal waves rolled.
Laborers,
The wrinkles on your face,
Engraved with memories of the years,
With the ups and downs of childbirth,
Create a nectar that leads to happiness.
Laborers,
Your eyes,
Hidden wisdom and cleverness,
Stepping on all difficulties,
You stand tall and show infinite scenery.
Laborers,
You are a pioneer,
You have created the glory of history,
Famous mountains and beautiful waters are in your hands,
The songs of laborers always ring in my ears.
Poetic modernity of labor 2 enters May
Open the red poem.
The person I want to praise most is you-
Hard-working person
You are a strong man who decorated the magnificent mountains and rivers.
You are a master of depicting a beautiful life.
You are the source of my poetry.
I praise you, laborer.
You use a pair of big calloused hands
Turn stone into a torrent of steel
Reclaim the desert into a million hectares of grain fields
You have made great efforts to send Chang 'e to the moon.
Let the "Tiangong" roam the blue sky.
A Chinese dream that has been flying for thousands of years.
I sing about you, laborer.
You have overcome many technical difficulties.
Let the people of China hold their heads high-
Supercomputing wins the world championship
Domestic aircraft carriers ride the wind and waves and ride the ocean.
Challenge deep-sea exploration, dare to ask the world, who is it?
Quantum communication is my exclusive in the world.
I worship you, laborer.
All the wealth in the world
It is all your hard work and sweat.
Although you may not be the owner of wealth.
Although you belong to the lower middle class.
But you, hard work and tears.
Won the prosperity of the whole society.
Ah! worker
No one can live without you in this world.
Only by working can we constantly improve ourselves.
Only by working can we be rich and prosperous.
I want to pick a bunch of May flowers.
Sing a touching song for you-
Lovely and respectable worker
Poetry of labor under the scorching sun and cold wind Modern 3
At dawn, dusk, streets and alleys
On every festival
I can see the orange figure.
A pedal with three wheels, a pocket and a broom.
Bend over and over again.
Sweep the sun down the western hills.
Pick the moon and lose weight
You love this city with sweat and hard work
On the street you swept
I seem to hear the wind saying.
This city has your beautiful dazzling arc.
Light up my young face
Tin water connects two independent components.
At this moment, I left the most beautiful in the bright spot.
Splash spark
With all my enthusiasm
Tin water cast my strong arms.
The molten pool condensed me like water.
That flying cloud
Take my thoughts away.
How eager
The bustling city, the rhythm of dancing.
can't bear/stand
The electrode holder caught the wings of my dream.
The welding wire sewed up my sadness.
Cover the electrode to connect my distance.
The welder sang a passionate song.
Flying sparks are the propaganda of my youth.
Time has honed my perseverance.
The arc lamp lit up in front of me.
The electrode holder filled my whole body with feathers.
I jumped on the windmill and Ma Yunfei dreamed.
"Poetry of Labor" Modern 4 once said:
"Labor created mankind!"
Who's saying:
"Labor has won happiness!"
Who is singing:
"Labor is the most glorious!"
Chairman Mao once said:
Literature and art serve industry, agriculture and the army.
That is, Acura workers.
I applaud the construction workers!
Look! Holding a steel pipe in his hand,
Like a light swallow
Formed a towering building.
Form rivers and bridges
Composed of the prosperity of the motherland
Magnificent and proud chest.
I applaud the farmers!
Look! The sun is shining, and sweat is sprinkled on the earth.
The earth is covered with gold and silver satin.
Colorful, swaying the hearts of farmers.
Fengcang is full of stability!
I sympathize with the domestic workers!
The housekeeper's aunt
When I get home, I will think of the children I took care of.
Tears merged into a crystal stream.
The voice is singing on the Avenue of Stars.
Harmony of rice, oil and salt among thousands of families.
I applaud the most valuable researchers!
Nine-day exploration, deep-sea scientific research
Xiangyun, empty; Blue, black
Play the glory of the motherland
I encourage designers of foreign aid!
Miss staying at home
Have a motherland in mind
Cheers resounded throughout the global village.
How many model workers lift trophies every year?
How many model workers are printed in people's hearts every year?
Every day is an ocean of labor.
Yes! Labor is beautiful!
Glory! Create happiness!
The Poetic Nature of Labor Modern 5 The Return of Labor
Author: cold stone
Returning from Yuan Ye with a spade.
The hot sun evaporated all the energy in the body.
I am as tired as a dead leaf.
Landing calmly
I can't drink another mouthful of elegant green tea.
Erase the length of alleys in famous paintings
After coming back from work, I lie on my back on the ridge of the field.
Stretch your curled bones and muscles.
I quietly woke Chang, who was resting in Shan Hai Jing.
Why does it look like a big one?
Look at these buildings, like the eyes of farmers.
They are most qualified to read van Gogh.
Tears dripping on the canvas
I will cherish every grain of rice when I come back from work.
Every common vegetable
I want to tell the fledgling children.
If you want to fly higher in the blue sky
Please set foot on this rich land first.
It will tell you frankly, outside the book.
Can't find a remedy.
Street worker
Author: Deep in the white clouds
At noon,
I am cleaning the street.
Sanitary city inspection and acceptance,
Street personnel of all units must be serious.
A girl walked in the distance, spitting melon seeds,
Walking in the street is not hesitation.
Follow him all the way,
Accompany her to a distant place.
The young man with a cigarette in his mouth,
Smoke rings fluttered in front of my eyes.
Accompanied by chic movements,
Cigarette butts are still in the street.
Where are the lonely guards,
Those beautiful trash cans,
Just us,
Constantly comfort their grief.
This is the normal speed.
At this point, I feel a little unnatural.
It seems that I owe someone something.
Or, who do you owe?
at noon
I clean the streets.
Clean up a clean city,
This is a task, and this is a responsibility. ......
Labor praise
Author: Shui Yun Zen mind
Labor is an old song.
Labor is a beautiful picture.
Labor creates the sun of history.
The spring breeze of labor and the glory of Kyushu
Praise labor
Sing loudly and enthusiastically.
Praise labor
The workers' birthdays feel charming and exciting.
Praise labor
I hope the red sun warms my heart during the day.
Looking forward to Bai Yue at night, holding hands and thinking.
Praise labor
They are busy looking at the sky to kill time.
Spread your wings and make progress.
Praise labor, praise workers.
Working day and night is quiet for a long time.
Song of labor
Author: You Gu Yazhou
Labor day is a workers' day.
Labor is a special pleasure.
Labor is as bright as colorful light,
Labor has created a thousand kinds of happiness,
Labor makes the machine turn quickly,
Labor makes everything carry the world,
Labor sings a hymn for the festival.
No matter what position you insist on,
How common the position is,
All work creates a new life.
Labor is the foundation of career,
Labor can be reborn.
Labor is the eternal melody of human beings,
Labor is the song of hard-working mind.
The workers are ordinary and great,
Ordinary greatness is broader.
Only by happily investing in study and labor,
Life will enjoy real happiness!
"Cheer for the workers! Cheer for the workers! 》
Qingshan lvshuiniu
Who once said:
"Labor created mankind!"
Who's saying:
"Labor has won happiness!"
Who is singing:
"Labor is the most glorious!"
Chairman Mao once said:
Literature and art serve industry, agriculture and the army.
That is, Acura workers.
I applaud the construction workers!
Look! Holding a steel pipe in his hand,
Like a light swallow
Formed a towering building.
Form rivers and bridges
Composed of the prosperity of the motherland
Magnificent and proud chest.
I applaud the farmers!
Look! The sun is shining, and sweat is sprinkled on the earth.
The earth is covered with gold and silver satin.
Colorful, swaying the hearts of farmers.
Fengcang is full of stability!
I sympathize with the domestic workers!
The housekeeper's aunt
When I get home, I will think of the children I took care of.
Tears merged into a crystal stream.
The voice is singing on the Avenue of Stars.
Harmony of rice, oil and salt among thousands of families.
I applaud the most valuable researchers!
Nine-day exploration, deep-sea scientific research
Xiangyun, empty; Blue, black
Play the glory of the motherland
I encourage designers of foreign aid!
Miss staying at home
Have a motherland in mind
Cheers resounded throughout the global village.
How many model workers lift trophies every year?
How many model workers are printed in people's hearts every year?
Every day is an ocean of labor.
Yes! Labor is beautiful!
Well done! Create happiness!
May day labor day poems
In such a long time.
May 1886 1
A group of simple laborers
In order to fight for due rights and interests
take to the streets
Since then.
People remember this day.
Since then.
The voice of workers
Become more magnificent
We won't forget
When the aggressor's iron hoof
The moment I stepped over my beautiful mountains and rivers.
Countless laborers
Pick up a knife and a gun
With their flesh and blood
Create a song
Fight aggression
Give me back the mountains and rivers.
We won't forget
In that era of traffic lights.
Countless laborers
Gather under the red flag of justice
For the cause of national liberation.
Bloody sacrifice
Buckle the scene
A historical masterpiece of loyal soul with iron bones.
We won't forget
The hard times of new China.
Or our workers
Just use their hands.
With their will, they are not afraid of hardship.
Use them to serve the loyalty of the motherland.
From the ruins and rubble
Hold up a prosperous and beautiful Chinese nation.
today
We can't forget.
In those new factories
On the construction sites that are in full swing.
Our workers
Still with their hands and wisdom
Use them for the country.
The simplest belief in this country
Work hard day and night.
today
When you pick up the pen,
My heart began to have a boiling passion.
Because I'm proud.
Because I am also a worker.
Because I am also working hard for the great rejuvenation of our nation.
Work silently.
today
I want to shout out my excitement.
Workers, we are also the most lovely people.