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Singing labor
In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.
I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.
This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.
It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.
Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.
Daoxiang has become a land full of water.
The most beautiful dance god
two
Singing labor
In a remote hometown village thousands of miles away.
I sing about my old country mother.
She doesn't know that one day in May is Mother's Day.
All I know is that the smoke rose early.
Then he hoed the ground and went to the field.
Let the dripping sweat overcome the desire for a bumper harvest
Looking at the wheat seedlings is like their lush daughter, growing up in green.
three
Singing labor
In the dark and hard center of the earth 800 meters deep.
I sang a black miner's lamp.
Its flame is salty with sweat.
The mine disaster hardened those bones.
Countless hands of carbon black hold up another dawn.
At the moment, the warm sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the body.
Lighter than air and heavier than rock.
four
Singing labor
Every quiet or noisy street in the city
I sang a broom that danced leisurely.
It is silent, and its body is close to the earth.
Rub some rouge to make up for the city.
About the ordinary and the great
About humbleness and sublimity
Dancing broom, interpreted with beautiful dance.
five
Singing labor
In the white delivery room of a hospital next to me.
I sang every happy cry of the newborn baby.
It is loud and melodious, like a happy note.
Dancing on the tired sweat of the female nurse
I really want to dedicate the most beautiful poems to them.
Can face them-these sacred angels
How humble my weak poems are.