Prose or poetry praising laborers.

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

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.

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