In life, work and study, everyone has seen many classic poems. The language of poetry is concise, rich in meaning and characterized by conciseness and leap. What are the widely used poems? The following are Mayday poems I compiled for reference only. Welcome to reading.
Labor Day Poetry 1 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.
As a note, it constantly arches from the ground.
Fruit is delicious and sweet.
You are on your way to work.
See idle people
Light music and dance
The face is full of sunshine.
The corners of your eyes pass by.
There is not much time for attachment and daydreaming.
He hurried past the fixed car sign.
Let the scenery be appreciated by others
I turned around in the busy sweat.
Forget fatigue
Continue the pace of life
No complaints
There are only faint regrets and guilt in my heart.
That's a bad promise to children.
And family expectations.
Conceit in the heart
next year
Say anything next year.
Have fun with her (him)
Let's sing together
but
next year
The sound of the waves will remain unchanged in the coming year.
Labor Day Poetry 3 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.
Workshop worker
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
sanitation worker
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.
May Day Poem 4 Open the calendar in May.
We seem to see
angry mob
Into Tiananmen Square.
Open the calendar in May.
We seem to hear
Excited and high voice.
Just visiting for 80 years.
Echoes clearly in the ear.
Give it back to me. Qingdao refused to sign a peace treaty
Punish thieves at home and fight for state power abroad.
How can the motherland be ravaged?
How can China set foot on the earth?
This is the just cry of a group of warm-blooded young people.
This is a glorious declaration of a group of patriots.
Like a volcano erupting magma.
Like a sword into the darkness.
It's like a torrent rushing in.
Like a petrel struggling with the wind and waves
Beating up traitors makes people happy.
Angry burning Cao Zhai
What is the bloody suppression?
I spilled my blood.
This is a great victory against imperialism and feudalism.
This is an extraordinary turning point in history.
This is a banner that will always be held high.
I am an eternal patriotic poem.
Open the calendar in May.
My thoughts fly far away.
Open the calendar in May.
How many worries have you added to your heart?
The cloud of war still hangs over Iraq.
The land of Kosovo is filled with strong smoke.
Japanese right-wingers categorically denied the history of aggression against China.
Discordant melodies of the world peace symphony come and go.
The long human society.
How many years of suffering have you performed?
A long history and civilization.
How many tragedies are staged frequently?
Countless ironclad facts tell us
Ignorance is bullied.
You will be beaten if you fall behind.
Open the May calendar.
My confidence doubled.
burning with ardour
Faith is a strong fortress.
Ideals are like burning flames.
The call for peace resounded all over the world.
The seeds of friendship have taken root in my heart.
The horn of the times has sounded in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over Shuyang.
A letter from a young friend
Let's hold high the May 4th Red Flag.
Unite as one and be pragmatic.
Catch up and strive for self-improvement
usher in a new century
Embrace a bright tomorrow.
Labor Day Poetry 5 goes deep into workers.
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
suddenly
The sonorous song of labor sounded.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The sound of birds falling on trees
A hot morning
cannot help doing
sunlight
rain and dew
spring breeze
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
Full of beautiful scenery
Under the fluttering notes
Singing the song of labor happily
Song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
Song of labor
Eternal singing
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Fruitful fruit
delicious
Fragrant and sweet
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.
Wind, with warmth. Play with your hands on a tightrope.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea
Labor Day Poetry 6 Fisherman on the River People coming and going on the river,
But (2) love habitat (3) beauty.
Jun 4, look at a flat boat 5,
There are six storms and seven miles.
Notes of fishermen on the river
Fisherman: A fisherman.
② But: Only
3 love: like it.
(4) Perch: A kind of fish with a big mouth, a thin body, a green back and a white belly, and delicious taste. Grow fast, big and delicious.
⑤ Jun: You.
Leaf boat: a boat floating on the water like a leaf.
7 haunt: looming. It means you can see for a while and you can't see for a while.
8 storm: waves.
Translation of Fisherman on the River
People coming and going on the river only like the delicious perch.
Look at those poor fishermen, who are driving their boats up and down in the big wind and waves.
Appreciation of Fisherman on the River
This poem is simple in language, vivid in image, strong in contrast and intriguing, reflecting the hardships of fishermen's work and arousing people's concern about people's livelihood.
The first sentence is about people coming and going on the river bank, which is very lively. The second sentence describes the mentality of people on the shore and reveals the reasons for "communication". The line of sight drawn in the last two sentences indicates that the fishing boat is swaying in the wind and waves, and pay attention to the fishing site. Although the perch is delicious, it is difficult to catch, which expresses the poet's sympathy for the fishermen's sufferings and deeply exhorts the people on the shore who love the beauty of perch. The contrast between "river" and "storm", the two modes of "coming and going" and "leaf boat", and the two dynamics of "coming and going" show the theme of the whole poem.
In terms of expression, this poem has no flowery words, no difficult words and no axe marks. It uses ordinary language, ordinary people and things to express extraordinary thoughts and feelings and produce extraordinary artistic effects.
A Brief Introduction to the Author of Fisherman on the River
Fan Zhongyan (989-1052) was born in Greece. After his death, posthumous title, Shi called Gong. He was a famous minister, politician, strategist and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Family background, thinker, ancestral home in Lizhou (now Bin County, Shaanxi Province). In the name of daring to speak, he repeatedly wrote to criticize the prime minister at that time, so he was demoted three times. Song Renzong was a deputy prime minister when he was an official. Because he lost his father in childhood, he deeply felt the pain of the lower class. Fan Wenzheng Gong Ji has been handed down from generation to generation.
May day labor day poem 7 carrying a hammer to cut mountains and mine
Till the world with plows and rakes.
A worker
A farmer
Hold up the light of life
The workers drew the longitude and latitude lines of the earth.
Farmers sow green and hope.
A city was built.
A man who feeds the city people
Humming the song of laborers.
Two lines of happy tears
It's the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
A group of people shouted slogans.
Cross the streets of the ocean with fists in hand.
May Day clothing is deducted every year.
The rights and interests of the most glorious workers must be respected.
May Day is a holiday for workers all over the world.
This day condensed the storm of history.
This day continued the story of labor.
It was a burning red flag flying.
The banner of labor inspires people to move forward.
Labor is the driving force of historical progress.
From ancient times to the present, from east to west, from south to north
When I was a child, I always thought:
Why are there so many roads in the world?
As many as fishing nets scattered in the river
Who raised them,
Let a lot of cars come and go on it
Today, I found you by the roadside.
Send away the vehicle with proud eyes,
Scatter gravel on the road ...
Now, I understand,
You are small stones,
The road paved in the world is wide and long!
Poems about May Day Labor Day
worker
You are not good at preaching.
Born to work.
I itch all over if I don't work.
I can't even sleep well
You know best.
Labor creates everything.
Jinshan Yinshan
It is the crystallization of sweat.
Callus on your hand
Also in exchange for tomorrow's
Tianye fruit piaoxiang
Steel flowers splash coal waves.
The wrinkles on your face
Memories engraved with years.
Bitter, sweet and sour
Make nectar
Your eyes
Hidden wisdom and cleverness
Step through all the difficulties.
Stand up and be a hero.
You are the creator.
Discredit the glory of history.
Famous mountains and Lishui are afraid of you.
The songs of laborers are rippling in my ears.
Poems about May Day Labor Day
Standing on the head of Red May
I remember 2 1 years ago.
Working day report
The cool breeze blows gently and the branches sway.
What dripped down was
The ground is full of broken gold and colorful.
In the land of silence
suddenly
That's my happy song.
The echo in parents' hearts.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
The light, rain and dew of spring breeze
Our simple wish
It is endless labor.
It is to make labor a virtue and a craft.
hand down from generation to generation
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
This goes deep into the tradition and habit of bone marrow.
As pure as a father's face.
This is irresistible.
Day after day
year after year
We held the field carefully in our hands.
On the heart
In the countryside, in four songs,
Labor is our way to maturity.
Now happiness begins with simple labor.
From all angles of the fields and the countryside
Surround us from all directions.
Love work
Our tired bodies are pure.
Inner peace
Poem 9 of May Day Labor Day is known to all.
What is labor?
What is labor?
Human activities to create material or spiritual wealth.
Labor creates value.
Labor creates wealth.
Labor creates beauty.
Labor creates happiness.
Labor creates the future.
No matter simple labor
Or complicated labor?
Regardless of mental work
Or manual labor
Even manual labor
Labor is a sport.
Labor is a kind of exercise.
Labor is a kind of cultivation.
Labor is a virtue.
I work, I am glorious.
I work, I am confident.
The power of labor is infinite.
The joy of labor is endless.
Labor Day Poetry 10 Song of Laborers
The flowers in May are beautiful and fragrant.
The songs in May are crisp and loud.
The red flag in May is particularly bright.
The sun is particularly bright in May.
This kind of flower blooms all over the world.
This song resounds through the mountains and seas.
This red flag brightens the five-color skin.
This sunshine warms the chests of hundreds of millions of people.
Red May has given us dignity as human beings.
Red May gave us the strength to save the world.
Red May gave us the right to live.
Red May has given us lofty ideals.
We are the mainstay of the country.
We are the pillars of the country.
We are the only masters of the world.
We are the driving force of history.
We waved-the mountain bowed its head and gave way.
We stamp our feet-the river flows backwards.
We looked up-the blue sky gave the stars and the moon.
We bow down-the earth gives us treasures.
We have "created" one billionaire after another with blood and sweat.
We built heaven after heaven with our hands.
We are proud of May.
We are proud of our labor.
We are fearless for our ideals.
We sing for freedom.
Flowers in May, you bloom day and night.
We will always have sex and protect the gardener of flowers.
May's song, are you loud?
We will always be your neatest and grandest choir.
Red flag in May, flying high.
For generations, we have been your most loyal standard-bearers.
The sunshine in May shines forever.
According to working people all over the world-
Freedom, autonomy and self-reliance, and labor rights and interests are guaranteed.
Long live labor! Long live liberation!
Labor Day Poetry 1 1 Singing Labor
one
Singing labor
In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.
I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.
This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.
It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.
Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.
Daoxiang has become a land full of water.
The most beautiful dance god
two
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.
three
Singing labor
In the dark and hard center of the earth 800 meters deep.
I sang a black miner's lamp.
Its flame is salty with sweat.
The mine disaster hardened those bones.
Countless hands of carbon black hold up another dawn.
At the moment, the warm sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the body.
Lighter than air and heavier than rock.
four
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.
five
Singing labor
In the white delivery room of a hospital next to me.
I sang every happy cry of the newborn baby.
It is loud and melodious, like a happy note.
Dancing on the tired sweat of the female nurse
I really want to dedicate the most beautiful poems to them.
Can face them-these sacred angels
How humble my weak poems are.
The poem of Labor Day 12 is full of tall buildings.
That is a worker wearing a helmet.
Sweat brick by brick.
Beautiful community
Lvshu lawn
That's the property manager.
Bend over and sow.
The lights are bright at night.
That's an electric worker.
Lay a line on the plain.
Built on the mountain you look up to.
The light of the mountains
Countless hands
Work hard
Built and appeared in
Wonderful life
Labor Day Poetry 13 Praise Labor Day.
Author: Guo Ziping
Today is our festival.
Do you still have the pride of working people?
Don't say that capitalists support us.
We have made our hometown rich.
We are simple, we are kind.
We are brave and hardworking.
Labor is a glorious spirit.
There are only people.
Is the real creation of history.
Today is the day of liberation
Why don't you break the chains of slaves?
Don't be superstitious about any savior.
We long for truth.
For equality, for justice.
For the motherland, for the compatriots.
Labor is the essence of man.
Only the public.
Hold the red flag high.
Today is a solemn sentence.
You must fire at all reactionaries.
In order to establish harmony, we must eliminate differences.
We are masters and cannot be shaken.
Fight oppression and exploitation.
Fight corruption and bureaucracy.
Labor is the force of revolution.
Unity is only unity.
Only steel knives can eradicate evil.
Today is our birthday.
You must be proud of the workers.
People suffering all over the world unite.
Break through all cages with labor
Not afraid of hardship and sacrifice.
Not afraid of poverty or suffering.
Labor is the wealth of life.
Labor is just labor.
It is a magic weapon to pursue light.
Labor Day Poetry 14 Our Simple Wish
It is endless labor.
It is to make labor a virtue and a craft.
hand down from generation to generation
When the sun comes out, go to work in the fields.
Rest at sunset
This goes deep into the tradition and habit of bone marrow.
As pure as a father's face.
This is irresistible.
Day after day
year after year
We held the field carefully in our hands.
On the heart
In the countryside, in four songs,
Labor is our way to maturity.
Now happiness begins with simple labor.
From all angles of the fields and the countryside
Surround us from all directions.
Love work
Our tired bodies are pure.
Reciting poems on May 1 ST Labor Day VIII
The chain of life has changed my steps.
Inspired our desire to plow the fields and burn bricks.
Scaffolding and hanging tower
Continuously improve the happiness index of our workers.
At the same time, it also makes our living cost.
Roll forward like a snowball
We mixed sweat with cement for building.
Plug in the wings of imagination and the password of culture
Build the Great Wall of China.
Life needs us to survive and reproduce.
So, we put the rhythm of labor on the high-speed rail.
Put the color of labor
Attract to books and advertisements
Labor exhausted us.
We are on the podium.
In the writing room
In the light of the laboratory.
work
Labor is like a meshing gear.
Keep turning
We are in the hot sun.
Work in the deep well of a coal mine
We are like sunburned bark.
Like a dyed macaque.
And labor is like a train with no beginning and no end.
Rumble
Labor is also like a poem.
Row after row in front of our workers.
As mild as spring.
Labor Day Poetry 15 Ancient Poems on Labor Day
1, "sympathy for farmers"
Don Li Shen
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
2. "Look at the wheat cutting"
Tang Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with a child in her arms.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Step 3 "Return to the Garden"
Dong Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
4. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellanies"
Fan Song Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
5. April in the country
Song Weng Juan
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
6. "Two Social Field Songs"
Wang Song Yucheng
In ...
Everyone is beautiful, and he always listens to Tian.
Each wishes to plant a thousand ropes, and the ears of beans and grains are full of green hills.
The second is.
Nanshan is planted in the north mountain. Is mutual farming biased?
I hope everyone in the world is like me, but there should be few barren places in the four seas.
Poems about May Day Labor Day
1, laborer
Laborers!
The most accessible thing in the world is dirt.
And men and women who live with the soil.
They work in the form of labor.
Have a real dialogue with the world
All the places they drifted.
The history of growth and evolution
Enrich nature.
2. "The most brilliant work"
Sunshine jinliangliang
The rooster sang three songs and the flowers woke up.
The birds are busy dressing up.
The little magpie built a new house.
Little bees are busy picking honey.
Where does a happy life come from?
We must rely on labor to create.
Green Ye Er, red flowers.
Little butterfly is playful.
Do not love labor, do not love learning.
None of us have learned.
Build a new house like a magpie.
Learn from bees to collect honey.
The joy of labor is endless.
The creation of labor is the most glorious.
3. May
May of the earth,
Adolescence of seedlings;
Winter wheat heading and filling,
Peach, plum and apricot hang fruit and press branches.
Labor painting,
Show the vitality of all things;
Green cheers the world everywhere,
A warm May can't tolerate any negativity!
May, the peak of childbirth,
Qin Chun's brilliance is so vivid;
The ambition to welcome the Spring Festival is in May.
Have grown into colorful poems.
Apart from the stale past of the past year,
Has long been scrubbed by spring rain;
In May, life will meet.
More spectacular and prosperous summer.
In may,
See how powerful your hands are;
In may,
Look at your feet, what kind of miracle you should walk out of.
The earth in May keeps pace with the times,
Only in autumn will there be golden fruits;
Life in May is solid,
It can withstand the storms in hot summer.
May
Test the peak of labor;
Wealth is labor,
Labor is wealth.
Get something for nothing,
Should always be despised,
Let it be the motto of praising labor,
Will make hundreds of millions of hearts beautiful!
4. Workers
Workers,
I thought it was the god of wealth;
Building tall buildings with bricks and tiles,
Dig gold and silver with picks and shovels;
Aft that weft brocade segment,
Build a huge ship with a hammer and an axe.
Driving a train, driving a car,
Steelmaking, ironmaking and gold smelting.
No workers build roads,
How to reach the door of happiness at high speed?
Workers, others should respect,
Workers, you should be confident!
As the social division of labor of workers,
Think of yourself as a god.