Road repairman
Please allow me to say hello to you on behalf of my classmates.
You are watering Jiangnong's corridor with sweat and time.
You have been busy for months.
Burning passion
Look at you, like the sun in May, rising like fire.
You light up Zhimin Avenue.
Road repairman
You are doing great things in an ordinary post.
I must salute you.
You tirelessly build frames and dirt.
There will always be you in the storm.
Your dribs and drabs paved a spacious road.
Repeat the same work to create different beauty.
Paver
Your hands have left countless wheels and footprints.
You will get the blessing of heaven.
You will also be remembered by countless others.
By then,
You have a glorious name: laborer.
Road repairman
Your spirit is also the spirit of my parents.
Class spirit of workers and peasants
I must admire and learn.
You are not alone
There are thousands of pairs of eyes watching affectionately.
Cheer for you in my heart
A wet shirt shows your busy back.
Under a red sun, the shoulder is wider than the road and the head is higher than the mountain.
2. Road builders are anonymous.
I really want to hold the microphone in my hand.
Be a singer under neon lights
I really want to sit on the revolving leather sofa.
To be the president who once commanded ruoshi.
Destined to be a road builder.
Ideal, fantasy is flattened by roller.
I can no longer yearn for the neon in the city.
You can't pray for the revolving leather sofa in a tall building.
Life, put a hammer on the mountain.
Let the stone break in our hands.
Let the mountains collapse under our feet
Rivers rejoice because they contain our sweat.
From then on, there is no more time.
Dream of becoming a singer under neon lights
From then on, there was no chance.
Sitting in a leather swivel chair and wanting to be president
So many stories of colleagues happened.
There are many relationships between friends.
On the road is the song of spring water.
And the silent warmth of the grumpy mountain girl.
The road builders are anonymous.
You turn rough into flat, muddy into solid,
Send away the poverty in the mainland and welcome the development in the coastal areas.
Civilization in the city blooms in the countryside, and rural specialties are settled in various places.
You're wearing an orange vest that says your job honor,
Rows of trees accompany you.
Spend the spring and autumn with a shovel and write life with a broom.
Follow the sun to the world and shed sweat and affection all the way.
Road signs walk with you, and Ping An Avenue is the rainbow in your heart.
A road of love, a dusty time.
Smile at the guests in the east, west, north and south, and all the joys and sorrows are in words.
4. Road builders are anonymous.
Yan Di, Yellow Emperor, cut off the thorns.
Don walked out of the path,
There was the first emperor who opened a bridge.
Two thousand years later, we repaired this road with wisdom and courage.
Cities, villages, we connect them together,
Mountains, rivers, we turn it into flat ground,
We are road builders today,
With sweat, diligence and the "stupidity" of working silently under the scorching sun,
With Muna's perseverance and "pedantry" in rapid repair in rain erosion,
As a vascular doctor in this city,
We, today's road builders,
The plateau lacks oxygen, but there is no shortage of roads.
The countryside is remote, but it can be reached everywhere.
Even if you are permafrost,
I also put you on the road to heaven,
Because we are road builders today,
Because, today's road builders.
5. The "road builder" is unknown
Asphalt and stone,
Is the spice of your life,
Burning sunshine,
This is your eternal passion,
A cigarette,
Breathe the sun, moon and stars.
As long as there is a road extending under your feet,
Your sleeping position,
Your dream,
You're talking nonsense,
A little calmer,
A little more romantic,
A little warmer.
The roar of the roller,
It's the prison where you work,
Boiling dust,
It's your fatigue of staying up late.
You spread the sun from east to west,
You extend the season from winter to spring,
You expand the crowd into unimpeded,
You trample ignorance and poverty under your feet,
You corrupt civilization and prosperity.
I can't tell,
The boundary between day and night,
I can't tell,
The meaning of cold and heat,
A shovel,
Accompany you through the wind, frost, rain and snow,
Without any requirements,
Waves,
Rough and generous laughter,
In pairs,
Thick cocoon hands,
A corpse,
The bronze back is molded,
A milestone in life.
You are a skilled tailor,
On fabrics in rural and urban areas,
Cut out bright patterns,
Long life?