Many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems in their daily study, work and life. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement and implication, and plays a role in reflecting social life and expressing thoughts and feelings. The following are essays and poems on May Day.

Labor Day Prose Poetry 1 Song of Laborers

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 storms 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

Seven laws to celebrate labor day.

Time and space are full of new clothes and labor songs everywhere.

Tiger steps and dragons, lofty aspirations, human fragrance.

The history of civilization is industrious, and the sweat of a happy life is solid.

Give praise to people and enjoy glory in troubled times.

Seven Dharmas, Song of Laborers/Fairy Magic Man

Telecom employees are really awesome. How many holidays are free?

Audio messages can be sent at will, and the network media is at your fingertips.

I will leave my old appearance on the last day, and my heart will be given a new chapter by Qi Li.

Fen Feitian builds a brand and creates more glory on the shoulder.

engineer

Rockets need to be designed in heaven,

Skyscrapers should be designed;

High-speed railways should be designed,

Stove and dining table should be well designed.

Accurate calculation,

Perfect imagination;

Engineers' brains,

Better than a hundred computers.

With the wisdom of engineers,

Only the beauty of modern life!

Dancing broom

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.

Two Prose Poems on May 1 ST Labor Day

A few will form a home.

I am used to looking at my lover.

Watch the harvest

Men like to use wine.

Women choose to use tears

Express love for life

The poverty of workers is of no benefit.

The wealth of workers is full of energy and strong physique.

Therefore, people are created to reproduce and reproduce from generation to generation.

extreme

Under the scorching sun,

In the cold wind of dawn, dusk and streets.

On every festival

I can see the orange figure.

A three-wheeled pedal, a pocket,

Bend over and sweep again and again.

Sweep the sun down the western hills.

Pick the moon and lose weight

You love this city with sweat and hard work

In the street you walked, I thought I heard the wind saying.

This city has your beautiful dazzling arc.

Light up my young face

Tin water connects two independent components.

At this moment, I left the most beautiful in the bright spot.

Spark with all my enthusiasm.

Tin water cast my strong arms.

The molten pool condensed me like water.

That flying cloud took my thoughts away.

How much I yearn for this bustling city,

The rhythm of skipping is helpless.

The electrode holder caught the wings of my dream.

Welding wire sews up my sadness, and covered electrode connects my distance.

The welder sang a passionate song.

Flying sparks are the propaganda of my youth.

Time has honed my perseverance.

The arc lamp lit up in front of me.

The electrode holder filled my whole body with feathers.

I jumped on the windmill and Ma Yunfei dreamed.

Tisso

Spring breeze and drizzle swept across the fields, sweeping up a touch of green.

On the frontier, maritime and national defense security fronts,

We seem to see them hanging one by one.

The trees in the sun are covered with green leaves.

The machine is running at full speed.

And sing hymns for the festival.

No matter what position you insist on.

How ordinary the position is.

You are all creating new lives.

In order to work better at rest

Work is for a better life.

This is the eternal melody of human beings.

It is also the song of the workers' hearts.

Ordinary workers are great.

Ordinary greatness is broader.

Enjoy studying and working.

Life will enjoy real happiness.

3 pieces of prose poems on May 1 ST Labor Day

Peach blossoms, green fields and golden rape blossoms are endless. Farmers, you bought our delicious food with strong arms, and you watered our bodies with sweat.

The splash of steel flowers and the roar of machine tools have left no trace of the original buildings. Workers, you dragged up our lives with that solid arm. You have brought us convenience with your solid work.

When you sit in a car and enjoy personal mobility, when you sit in a bus and enjoy public welfare, when you sit in a long-distance ship and enjoy a chic journey, when you fly into the blue sky and make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.

When you walk into restaurants, shops and bustling business districts, you know that the service is hard. Do you still stand like that after standing on your legs all day?

When you enter the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the communication between books and people, you can smell the sweat of teachers, and the work of knowledge becomes greater.

When you integrate everything into society, everything around you is given by ordinary labor.

Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, and everything comes from us. Hard work, ordinary work, labor is so silent.

Labor creates history and labor creates the future. On the occasion of the new May Day International Labor Day, let's praise the most beautiful labor.

extreme

In May, in this spring season, it is a day of heavy thunder and little rain, and the 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 and run to the fields to play. After walking away, the clothes were soaked with sweat and rain. But for my father, a little rain after fertilization is icing on the cake, which can make trees absorb nutrients better and grow faster.

Look at those lush trees. They are really comforting. It is worthwhile to work hard, especially to relieve my father's worries and feel really happy. On May Day International Labor Day, we should be grateful to our parents and people around us through labor. If eucalyptus can talk, maybe it will give us praise!

There is a provincial road at the foot of the mountain, with a lot of traffic. They spent their holidays by playing, and I chose to work to commemorate May Day. I believe that every effort will be rewarded. Let the grateful heart shine in the labor!