Began to form a long layer of green.
On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea,
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to make the town near the desert have night lights,
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to one's own workers
The truest hymn!
2020 Labor Day Classic Poetry Recitation Draft _5. 1 Labor Day Modern Recitation Poetry Encyclopedia 2 In May, the fire-like light burned in Yuan Ye.
The water is flowing in the frog, and the flowers have grown into fruits.
There are some working people walking in the fields, and their hoes are waving.
Eternal glory, simple my long-lost feelings.
This is a season of blood and fire, and some people are working hard.
Take some time to put your ideas and songs into the carriage of time.
In a flash, it disappeared into the cement forest of the city.
They hold the sacred flame of history to illuminate the dusty past.
We should praise and remember those historical heroes.
It should be remembered that the working people should be grateful to the martyrs.
They left us the poem written in blood.
One dark night, they planted the seeds on their heads.
Plants grow wildly in our minds, and this light can guide them.
Those eyes that think in the dark
Some college students running around are trying to describe it.
The image of a hero, they wrote in a boundless night:
"Standing and reading the history of kneeling, I saw the heroes and heroes 85 years ago.
Time draws blood and fire from their marrow.
Not just water or salt. "
The whole of May hides the light of history.
Dewdrops in the grass quietly touched the girl's skin.
This may, my simple mood.
Encounter beautiful poems
The fields in the distance have strengthened the belief in labor.
My singing became a fairy tale.
In this season, sometimes there is no land to float.
2020 Labor Day Classic Poetry Recitation Draft _5. 1 Labor Day Modern Recitation Poetry Collection 3 Standing at the Head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze push the flower of civilization in this city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily
The song of labor brings the good news of spring sowing and the hope of Xia Yun.
Let the earth be full of poetry, and let the autumn touch the picture.
The song of labor can never be sung, and the fruit keeps arching from the ground like a note, which is delicious and sweet.
2020 May 1st Classic Poetry Recitation Draft _5. 1 Labor Day Modern Recitation Poetry Collection 4 Open the May Calendar.
We seem to see
angry mob
Is flooding in front of X.
Open the calendar in May.
We seem to hear
Excited and high voice.
Just visiting for 80 years.
Echoes clearly in the ear.
Give it back to me. Qingdao refused to sign a peace treaty
Punish thieves at home and fight for state power abroad.
How can the motherland be ravaged?
How can China set foot on the earth?
This is the just cry of a group of warm-blooded young people.
This is a glorious declaration of a group of patriots.
Like a volcano erupting magma.
Like a sword into the darkness.
It's like a torrent rushing in.
Like a petrel struggling with the wind and waves
Beating up traitors makes people happy.
Angry burning Cao Zhai
What is the bloody suppression?
I spilled my blood.
This is a great victory against imperialism and feudalism.
This is an extraordinary turning point in history.
This is a banner that will always be held high.
I am an eternal patriotic poem.
Open the calendar in May.
My thoughts fly far away.
Open the calendar in May.
How many worries have you added to your heart?
The cloud of war still hangs over Iraq.
The land of Kosovo is filled with strong smoke.
Hegemonists interfere in other countries' internal affairs at will.
Japanese right-wingers categorically denied the history of aggression against China.
Discordant melodies of the world peace symphony come and go.
The long human society.
How many years of suffering have you performed?
A long history and civilization.
How many tragedies are staged frequently?
Countless ironclad facts tell us
Ignorance is bullied.
You will be beaten if you fall behind.
Open the May calendar.
My confidence doubled.
burning with ardour
Faith is a strong fortress.
Ideals are like burning flames.
The call for peace resounded all over the world.
The seeds of friendship have taken root in my heart.
The horn of the times has sounded in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over Shuyang.
A letter from a young friend
Let's hold high the May 4th Red Flag.
Unite as one and be pragmatic.
Catch up and strive for self-improvement
usher in a new century
Embrace a bright tomorrow.
2020 Labor Day Classic Poetry Recitation Draft _5. 1 Labor Day Modern Recitation Poetry Daquan 5 The chain of life is turning my steps.
Inspired our desire to plow the fields and burn bricks.
Scaffolding and hanging tower
Continuously improve the happiness index of our workers.
At the same time, it also makes our living cost.
Roll forward like a snowball
We mixed sweat with cement for building.
Plug in the wings of imagination and the password of culture
Build the Great Wall of China.
Life needs us to survive and reproduce.
So, we put the rhythm of labor on the high-speed rail.
Put the color of labor
Attract to books and advertisements
Labor exhausted us.
We are on the podium.
In the writing room
From a laboratory point of view.
work
Labor is like a meshing gear.
Keep turning
We are in the hot sun.
Work in the deep well of a coal mine
We are like sunburned bark.
Like a dyed macaque.
And labor is like a train with no beginning and no end.
Rumble
Labor is also like a poem.
Row after row in front of our workers.
As mild as spring.