One,
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.
Second,
Be protected by labor
My body is under the beat of the sun.
Ups and downs like gratitude
There was a metallic sound.
The sound of friction between metal and soil.
This seductive voice has been hovering over this land.
Let us have a deeper understanding.
The taste of the land
labour
Let's sweat.
Endless and silent
Like feathers beating on metal.
We live for labor.
Remove fish scales
As rain seeps into the soil
In the mature season of golden dance
We smell good.
Branches hanging high
Third,
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
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,
Alone
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 tens of millions of workers use electric energy safely and continuously to build the motherland,
Our electric workers returned to the moonlight at five o'clock.
Dust storm, line inspection, maintenance and defect elimination.
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 light. ...