1, the song of laborer-builder
Shovel, hopper, scaffold
Knock, roll, and bear everything silently.
Cement, mortar, hollow brick
Wet, dry, hard, criss-crossing
Witness with sweat
Work day and night
Raise the brick wall
After building a beautiful landscape,
The thin shadow disappeared quietly.
2, the song of workers-sanitation workers
Wave a hand and sweep away the fish white in the East.
Empty the bucket, fill the car and carry away the nest of mosquitoes and flies.
Wave to wipe the dust off the street.
Refresh every corner of automobile exhaust.
Wave off the western glow.
Dragging a long shadow, covered with dust.
Go home and take fatigue to sleep.
3, the song of workers-workshop workers
Roll up the lush sleeves and weave the rainbow skillfully.
Add luster to the world, but
The harvest is very small, and thick cocoons accumulate.
Years write vicissitudes on your face.
Worried, he returned to the countryside.
Driving that old cow
Bow like a rainbow
4, 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.
5, 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.