In a KTV private room, after receiving the project payment, a contractor sang the song "Kill Pig Knife" very heroically. Because he was in a good mood, he sang this song very well, singing a hearty and passionate feeling, so he sang the essence of this song.

Second, the lyrics of "Kill the Pig Knife"

A knife, a knife, a knife, a knife, a knife, a pig killing knife. One knife, one knife, one knife makes people old. My bird flew away. One knife, one knife, one knife, one knife, one knife, one knife, one pig knife, one knife, one knife cut all the grass by the Qinghe River, leaving only a chrysanthemum fluttering in the wind.

Third, my understanding of this lyric.

What is the year? Time is a butcher knife. Time makes people old. Time has changed everything. We grow and grow old in the years. Life is like a butcher's knife, sharpening us, and we have lost some original things in the years.

The lyrics of this song are simple, and many people sing this song, resulting in a * * * sound. Time is an old knife that makes us old.

Fourth, this contractor is so cute.

This contractor is fat and short. He was very happy after the project payment was in place. He just sang this song and felt tall and heroic. It can be seen how happy the contractor is to get the money at the end of the year. Here, I also hope that the engineering party will give money to the contractor to make them happy for the New Year.

The contractor lamented:? Now the contractor is hard to do, and the project payment can crush you. ? I think it is more appropriate for him to bring goods for live broadcast. His singing is beautiful and infectious. It doesn't cost money to bring goods for live broadcast.

Five, the current situation of the contractor around me

A relative of my family is a contractor. He contracted a small project this year. He hired many workers and paid the operating funds himself. But by the end of the year, the project funds could not arrive at all. The workers are waiting to go home for the Spring Festival. He found it, but the person who subcontracted it to him had no money, and his money was also pressed by others.

But he went into hiding. Workers pulled banners and shouted slogans for wages every day, but so far they didn't get their hard-earned money, so the contractor was under great pressure, working hard and earning little money.

A very sad phenomenon in this society, the contractor gets his own labor remuneration at the end of the year, happy like a child, and becomes a show-off capital. I hope that the relevant departments will pay attention to this phenomenon and make the road to salary not bumpy.

In a word, the contractor sang this song with great emotion and heroism, and I like it very much.