Prose poems about Labor Day are very short. Whether you love labor or not reflects a person's moral cultivation, so we should be a person who loves labor and do more housework. The following prose poems about Labor Day are relatively short. Let's have a look.
Short prose poems on Labor Day 1 labor day poetry reading 1
The wheat straw in April has not withered,
The glory of May has arrived.
With your own sweat,
In this season,
Made * * * and the most beautiful scenery in China.
You are a seed on the vast land,
Scattered in wasteland, desert, river and lake.
You use your shaking body,
Rough big hands,
Pull the long river of history forward.
You are the screw of industrial civilization,
Rails extending from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
Towering drilling platforms in the Tarim desert,
The spacewalk of Shenzhou VII,
It is an extension of your wisdom and strength.
You are as ordinary as dust,
But silently.
Created one miracle after another.
because of you
The world is becoming more and more beautiful.
Facing the morning sun in May,
I want to sing laborer,
To create this most beautiful song of laborers,
It echoes in every corner of the world.
Labor day poetry recital ii
Standing on the head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
Suddenly there was a strong song of labor.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
A morning full of trees and birds.
Can't help sunshine, rain and spring breeze.
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily, the song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
The song of labor never dies.
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Rich fruit tastes delicious and sweet.
Prose poems on May 1 ST Labor Day are shorter than 2 1.
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
Step 2 listen to nature
There is a chord law called nature.
He is not as brave as the symphony of destiny,
It is also different from the tenderness of the pastoral symphony.
However, he,
More real,
It's more pleasing to the ear.
Whenever I live in a world,
We forgot,
Obviously, in front of you,
But it seems the universe is far away.
If you are calm, you can forget yourself.
If you forget yourself, you can be unconstrained.
The wind blows, birds sing and flowers are fragrant.
Autumn wind chirps at midnight,
Listen to the frogs.
Every note chapter,
Telling,
The story of dream and reality!
The prose poem of Labor Day is shorter than the three Labor Day poems.
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, in loneliness
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 thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
In order to build the motherland,
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
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 the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn!
Writing style/late appointment during the May Day Golden Week.
The wind is getting warmer.
The rain is getting smaller.
A drop of sunshine
We are in a very good mood.
The May Day Golden Week is coming.
Who shall I arrange for?
Who arranged it for me?
I will set foot on the blocked land, sea and air again.
Asthma-wheezing
Count the whole RMB.
Every happy smiling face in the scenic spot.
It's a great ticket.
I stranded my heart in entertainment.
Who am I paying for?
House? Cars? Or the mood?
Run all over the country and fly all over the world.
Take time to spend these seven days.
My legs are sore.
My heart is tired, too
I regret leaving a trace of unspeakable helplessness in my life.
Really, really.
I became the master of money.
Why didn't money enslave me?
The May Day Golden Week is coming.
Scenery that makes people linger all the way.
Very enthusiastic service
Is it true in sunny May?
To what extent will hypocrisy and vanity corrode?
Labor Day Prose-Praise "May Day"
In May, it was a day when much thunder and little rain, and geese flying south waded home. It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe. Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy. Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world.
18 years ago in May 1 day, brave American laborers held high the banner of the uprising in order to safeguard the rights and interests of the working people, opposed the capitalists who bullied them, and strived for their due rights. It is the days that flow away like water, and the memory is more and more mottled by the passage of time. People have not forgotten this scene, and "May 1 International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.
Working people are the greatest people in the world. They created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has created today's towering buildings; It is labor that has built the modern information superhighway; It is labor that turns the vast land into a small village; It is labor that turns vast wasteland into vast fertile land.
Labor is magical, and labor is great. With hard-working hands and wisdom, laborers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization. Let's pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day!
In May full of true feelings, I hold your hand full of cocoons due to labor, send my sincere wishes and listen to the hymn of your labor. "beside the ancient road outside the pavilion, the grass is blue" is a kind of life; "Leaning against the railing and resting in the rain" is a kind of life; If the midstream hits the water, the waves will stop the flying boat. This is a kind of life. "Unknown, selfless dedication" is also a kind of life. All kinds of life and labor are like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; Labor is like the scenery on the roadside, which makes our life colorful.
Maybe, the truth may be. In the tall building outside the building, in the pavilion outside the building, let's join hands, shoulder to shoulder, full of lofty sentiments, and sing a song "River of No Return" to send the blessings of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let's cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and give high-five to the workers!