Modern Poetry of May 1st 1 Our May 1st
Our May Day.
This festival belongs to workers.
On this day, you should rest and stop working.
Enjoy the fruits of our labor.
You can look around, how can we hear?
The noise of production is everywhere in the southeast and northwest.
Spring is deep with the earth, and birds sing.
Our May Day.
The workers are still sweating.
The working class is busy with work day after day.
If not, who will replace each post?
I saw it, the land in late spring.
Diligence and flame soar.
The land has been deeply ploughed.
Hard-working and simple people
Seeds planted with deep affection one after another.
Our May Day.
The travel plan has long been engraved in my heart.
Rest quietly and feel the sweetness of life in Xiu Xiu.
An accident led to complications.
Everyone lost their holidays and tried their best.
Continue to strengthen safety management.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
Travel-stained, non-stop
Our May Day.
Do not depend on family.
The desire for a holiday is gone.
What makes us so persistent?
What prevents us from having a rest?
Why trudge through the storm?
Because of the land we love.
Picturesque scenery and beautiful mountains and rivers.
How many people come here to recuperate?
The salty sweat of the construction workers
Nourishing this warm land
We care about thousands of families.
Happy and safe reunion
I am even more afraid that bad things will spread thousands of miles.
Let people have doubts
Our May Day.
Although we know
You can have a good rest.
This is a workers' day.
The country also gave us a holiday.
But we should work together to maintain production order.
Protect hardworking people from wind and rain.
Escort workers
Think about these.
My heart becomes beautiful.
This is our May Day.
On this proud day
We had a special holiday.
With me, with you.
Be with people who work hard.
Occasionally, on the mountain, in the office.
We spent such a May Day.
For the peace and happiness of the public.
Leave a busy footprint
May 4th New Poetry 2 "May 1st"
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!
May 4th New Poetry 3 "Song of Laborers"
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.
May 4th New Poetry 4 "Labor"
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 fields and villages. All angles.
Surround us from all directions.
Love work
Our tired bodies are pure.
Inner peace
May 1st Modern Poetry May 1st
The sunny May Day finally arrived as scheduled.
Shanshan and Rapids
Nowhere to find traces of April.
At this point, wait.
Just the rights of workers.
Taste the sweetness of a quiet room.
Comfortable!
Summer began to occupy the panes of Jiangcheng.
Sunlight invades gently.
grin
Gradually, capture the inertia of the crowd.
Finally, the building started.
For a long time, a group originated from high temperature
Sink!
It's almost noon, Nanhu.
Still lazy in the arms of the morning mist
Pass away the fatigue of the past in a coquetry way
Sneaking around, secretly pleased
People who came back from vacation were locked in drawers.
Everything is in a dream.
Regret!
Hope in the past equals separation today.
The rest will wake up at first sight.
It turned into a farewell banquet in an instant.
The day of reunion
Wait for it, it will come again.
My hometown is far away.
Unlimited
At the moment, the spring scenery is blurred.
The window railing is fixed on the other side.
The air no longer breathes impudently.
In the house, alone
Keep a glass of water.
By the desk, snuggling up in the chair.
Greedy chewing diary, just like chewing boiled water.
Be quiet!
Six Modern Poems of May Day "Praise May Day"
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.
May 4th New Poetry 7 "Praise for Labor Day"
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
May 1st Modern Poetry 8 "See Labor Day again"
Precious migratory birds fly away, but they can't stay.
King's Festival
But quietly approached us.
This should be the first day of hard work.
Finally found an excuse to stop work and release.
What gift did you bring this time?
This is a pile of unpaid salary documents.
Still added a lot of laid-off roles.
Is that the product is unsalable.
Or a few percentage points higher for public utilities.
There you are. You are on the first page of early summer.
It seems that there is always an army of millions of industries behind wealth.
They will leave the tall building when they are finished.
Delicious food and seafood service, they leave.
Dressed beautifully, send it as soon as it is sewn.
You are here, and the ordinary days are extraordinary.
The forgotten have a moment of collective title.
Intensive labor has tried the fun of concentration.
Silent catwalks have more exposure stages.
The unsung hero of the new era finally left.
A chorus of voices.
May 4th New Poetry 9 "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!
May 1st Modern Poetry 10 "Praise of Labor"
Labor is an old song.
Labor is a beautiful picture.
Labor creates the sun of history.
The spring breeze of labor and the glory of Kyushu
Praise labor
Sing loudly and enthusiastically.
Praise labor
The workers' birthdays feel charming and exciting.
Praise labor
I hope the red sun warms my heart during the day.
Looking forward to Bai Yue at night, holding hands and thinking.
Praise labor
They are busy looking at the sky to kill time.
Spread your wings and make progress.
Praise labor, praise workers.
Working day and night is quiet for a long time.
May 4th New Poetry 1 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.
May 1st Modern Poetry 12 "The Most Brilliant Works"
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.
Modern Poetry of May 1st 13 May 1st
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.