Poems praising May Day Labor Day

Poems praising Labor Day are as follows:

Song of the laborer

The first green postal kiosk was born in our remote mountain village. The owner of the postal kiosk is a farmer who stands up from the soil. It is the policy that has awakened us, Misty Mountain Village. It is information that opens the window for us. It is science that makes our snail-crawling mountain village take off. Ignorance was swept into the garbage, and knowledge polished the eyes of getting rich.

Our remote mountain village finally gave birth to the first green postal kiosk, which has taken root and plunged into the heart of the mountain village, opening up a green spring for eliminating the desert left by our ancestors.

May Day Ode

Spring breeze and spring rain swept through Yuan Ye, and a long layer of green was awakened. The high iron tower and the layers of distribution network are busy scenes for line maintenance workers. The wind, with warm hands playing cheerful music on the wires, sings accompaniment songs for the lonely workers in the vast sand sea, and the deserted Gobi is full of vitality because of their existence.

In order to make the small town near the desert have a bright night, and for the thousands of workers in Qian Qian to use electric energy safely and continuously to build the motherland, we electric workers should return to moonlight and sandstorm to patrol, overhaul and eliminate defects. From the barren land to the noisy streets, from overhead lines to underground cables, we should carefully check every corner to prevent every hidden danger from slipping away.

This is the true hymn of the Messenger of Light, a festival dedicated to our workers!