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Prose poems on may day labor day
Labor needs hard work, and we will reap the happiness of success. The following is my prose poem about Labor Day. Welcome to read the reference!

Song of the laborer

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

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.

Trees are in spring.

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 the only way for us to mature.

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

To the paver

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!

See Labor Day.

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.

There you are. 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

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!

Labor praise

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.

Recite 8 labor day poems

worker

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.

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.