In daily study, work and life, many people are not unfamiliar with some widely circulated poems, right? Poetry is characterized by refinement, concentration, distinctive rhythms and rhymes. Then what kind of poetry is praised by everyone? The following is my compilation of modern poems in praise of May Day Labor Day (selected 13), welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
The Song of the Laborer
A group of people shouting slogans
Walking through the streets of the other side of the ocean with fists clenched
Playing out the dress of the yearly May Day
Labor is the most glorious laborers. The rights and interests of workers must be respected
May Day is a holiday for workers all over the world
This day condenses the storms of history
This day continues the story of labor
This day is the day when a flaming red flag is fluttering in the wind
The flag of labor inspires people to move forward
Labor is the driving force of the history of the world
From the ancient times to the present day, from the east to the west, from the south to the north
Labor is the driving force of history.
Laborers
You're not good at preaching
You're born to work
You're itchy if you don't work
You don't sleep well
You know how to work
You know how to work
You know how to work.
Labor creates everything
A mountain of gold and a mountain of silver
That's the crystallization of sweat
The calluses on your hands
For tomorrow's sun
Fields of fruits and melons smell good
The steel spatters and the waves of coal
The wrinkles on your face
Carve the memories of the past
The bitter, the sweet, the bitter, and the sweet Bitter, spicy, sour and sweet
Brewed into a fine wine
Your eyes
Hidden wisdom and intelligence
All the difficulties at your feet
Heroes of the sky and the earth
You're the creator
Painting the splendor of history
Famous mountains and beautiful waters are in awe of you
The song of the laborer is heard in the ears.
May Day Rhapsody
Standing at the tip of the red month of May
I think of the day I reported to work twenty-one years ago
The cool breeze is swaying the branches of the trees
What dripped down was
a ground full of crushed gold and glittering
the silence of the earth
suddenly
resounded with my happy singing
echoing in the hearts of my parents
echoing in the blue sky and the white clouds
sunshine, rain, dew, and spring breezes
these milks that nurtured me as I grew up
Yuanshui River, Dongting Lake, Whitefish Lake. River, Dongting Lake and White Fish Lake
These are the places that educated me and made me mature
And the story of Beikaikou
It's engraved in my heart forever and ever
Once again, I'm entering the hall of study
With the persistent pursuit of an ordinary water conservancy worker
With a strong desire to build a better home
Sowing in spring, plowing in summer, and harvesting in autumn. Winter is here
Three years of fruitful life
has greatly enriched my life
And now
standing on the threshold of the age of puzzlement
I truly feel
the joy of labor
The song of labor
fills the earth with poetic feeling
and the golden autumn dyes the painting
The song of labor
will always be sung
Modern Poetry in Praise of Labor Day4Happy Labor Day
May 1 is the international holiday of laborers
May is another day full of true love.
This spring season, the spring breeze today,
Here, to all the working people from the heart:
"May 1" International Labor Day happy. Happy International Labor Day!
Every corner of the city has the figure of laborers,
The countryside and fields have left the footprints of laborers everywhere.
Hands full of calluses are as thick and strong as steel,
holding up the ideals and beliefs of life.
Dot by dot, the sweat drops shine like pearls
and the sky and the earth.
Sweat stains the earth and embellishes the beauty of the motherland,
Selfless dedication to human beings to sow fragrance and happiness,
The working people are the essence of the earth.
For the prosperity of the motherland, for the nation's strength,
Today's protagonist with hard-working hands and wisdom,
not hesitate to sweat and shed blood to dedicate their unrepentant youth.
The cool barren mountains into a piece of beautiful fruit farms,
in the rocky wasteland to build a spectacular skyscraper,
through the mountains and steep mountains built a modern high-speed information highway,
the struggles of the people to create a and a stunning performance.
It is the working people who created our beautiful life today,
It is they who built the civilized socialist harmonious society.
In this passionate season, on this special day,
let us with reverence and heartfelt wishes:
------ Happy Holidays to the great laborers!
Modern Poetry in Praise of May Day Labor Day 5The Flowers of the Laborers
Early in the morning, walking along the high and low, twisting and turning log steps, walking along the banks of the Mihe River.
The green velvet lawn, which is almost impossible to see the edge of, exudes a refreshing fragrance.
Birds walk through the green trees, chirping and singing, praising this cozy home.
A beautiful day has begun!
Walking through the rows of bananas with colorful flowers, walking through a delicate and elegant lotus pond, not many pieces of lotus leaves gently swaying.
Modern Poetry in Praise of May Day Labor Day 6For the Laborers
The spring breeze and spring rain whisked the wilderness, startling a layer of diffuse green.
Tall towers, layers of distribution network, hanging a picture of maintenance line workers busy scenery.
The wind, with a warm hand on the wire playing
cheerful music, in the silence
for the vast sandy sea of workers singing an accompaniment
The deserted Gobi because of their presence and increase the vibrant and vigorous color.
In order to keep the small desert towns bright, and to enable millions of workers to use electricity safely and continuously to build the motherland,
Our electricians
rise at night, return to the moonlight, battle sandstorms, patrol the lines, overhaul, and eliminate defects
From the barren fields to the hustle and bustle of the streets, and from the overhead wires to the ground cables in each and every corner, carefully inspecting, not letting every hidden danger slip through the eye.
This is the light messenger
for their own laborers' holiday to offer
the most true song!
Modern Poetry in Praise of May Day Labor Day7In Praise of May Day Labor Day
Today is our holiday
Do you still have the pride of the working people
Don't say that the capitalists feed us
It's us who make our hometowns We are simple, we are kind
We are brave, we are hardworking
Labor is a glorious spirit
The people, and only the people
are the true `creators' of history
Today is the day of emancipation
Why don't you smash the shackles of the slaves
Don't believe in the savior of the world
You'll never know. Savior
It's us who burn for the truth
For equality, for justice
For the motherland, for our compatriots
Labor is the nature of the people
The masses, and only the masses
Can raise the red flag high
Today's the day of the solemn judgment
You must fire the cannon at all the reactionaries.
To build harmony, we must eliminate differences
We are the masters and we must not waver
Fight oppression, fight exploitation
Fight corruption, fight bureaucracy
Labor is the power of the revolution
Unity, and only unity
will have the steel sword to root out the evil
Today is our birthday
You must be proud of the laborers and their work.
You must be proud of the laborers
Unity of the world's suffering people
Breaking through all prisons with labor
No fear of suffering, no fear of sacrifice
No fear of poverty, no fear of suffering
Labor is the wealth of life
Labor and only labor
Is the treasure of the quest for light
Modern Poetry in Praise of May Day Labor Day8The Fruit of Labor
Standing at the tip of the Red May
Deep in the midst of the laborers
Sensing the jumping notes in the sunlight
Accidentally
Dripping down
Impressing the silent fruit of the forest
The rain
The spring breeze
Spurs the blossoming of civilization in the city
Spurs the growth of the fruits of labor in the countryside
The beauty of the eyes
Under the flying notes
The joyful singing of the song of labor
The song of labor
Brings the sound of the spring planting
Picks up the hope of the summer cultivation.
The earth is full of poetry
Autumn is dotted with paintings
The song of labor
is forever sung
Note-like, it keeps arching out of the ground
The fruitful fruits
Tasteful
Sweet
Modern Poetry in Praise of the May Day Labor Day9"It is again Labor Day," says the poet. What gifts have you brought
Is it a thick file of unpaid wages
Or is it an increase in the number of laid-off characters
Is it a slump in the product stagnation
Or is it a rise of a few percent in the utility bills
You're here, and you're on the first page of the early summer
Millions of industries seem to be standing forever at the back of the rich and famous
The unsung heroes of the new era have finally opened up
A chorus of voices
Labor Tribute
Labor is a song of the past
Labor is a picture of beauty
Labor is a song of the past
Labor is a song of the past
Labor is a poem of the past
Labor creates the sun of historyThe spring breeze of labor is the glory of the state of Kyushu
Praise for labor
The song is loud and clear
Praise for labor
The birthday of the laborer is more enchanting
Praise for labor
The daytime hopes for the warmth of the red sun to warm up the heart
At night, the moon pulls the hand to talk to you about your life.
Our simple wish
is to never stop laboring
is to make labor a virtue and a craft
to be passed on from generation to generation
to work at sunrise
and to rest at sunset
This deep-rooted tradition and habit
is as pure as the face of my father
is as pure as the face of my father.
Irresistible
Day after day
Year after year
We hold the fields carefully in our hands
In our hearts
In the countryside, in our songs
Labor is the only way for us to grow up
Happiness now begins with deep labor
From the fields and from the songs that rise up
From the fields and the songs that rise up
From the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields, from the fields. >
From all the angles of the field and the countryside
South and north of the sky surround us
Love of labor
Our weary bodies are pure
Our souls are at peace
Modern Poetry in Praise of May Day 12To the Paving Worker
When I was a child, I always wondered:
Why are there so many roads in the world,
so many like fishing nets in the river?
Who feeds them,
and lets the many vehicles travel on them?
Today, I find you by the roadside,
sending the vehicles away with pride,
scattering broken stones on the road ......
Now, I have realized,
that you are the tiny stones,
paving the world's roads wide and long!
You are the little stones that pave the way to the world wide and long!
The Song of the Grain Man - Dedicated to May Day
Bathe in the breeze of April
Feel the fragrance of the month of May
This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most beautiful woman in a single day.
We are grain people
Shouldering the heavy responsibility of the motherland
Guarding the people's hope
Our youth
Shining in the tons of grain silos
Our career
Shining in the service of the "three rural".
Thousands of complexes
Nine hundred and ninety-five percent
Guaranteeing food security
Satisfying market demand
We've been working hard
But
on our journey
There have been a lot of winds and rains
And a lot of springs and autumns
How many stories of exuberance and splendor have been told
And how many stories of glory
And how much has flowed?
How many tears and sweat have been shed
The story, the glory
The tears, the sweat
The blood and labor of several generations of grain people
In the heart of the grain people
Hard work is far more valuable than gold
Toughness and bitterness
Just a little off-key beat in the
Happy singing
A little off-key beat in a happy song
A taboo in a popular poem
Rolling in the dust
Inscribed with unforgettable memories
Sometimes
We would like to have
Everything that the middle class has
A high salary, a car, a house...
A high salary, a car, a house...
A high salary, a car, a house...
A high salary...
A high salary, a car, a house, a house...
A high salary. ...
But
we have nothing
because we are food people
destined to be strangers to luxury
we have no regrets
remember the saying:
Life is hard work, but how can we get anything for nothing?
We do not dishonor our mission
Running in the countryside in the fields
Walking in the whitened warehouse
Stick to the sound of the rumbling rice machine
Pulling the order, grabbing the purchase
Checking the grain, catching the "four noes"
The online auction. The integrity of the world
High-quality rice has made a good brand of its own
The footsteps of spring
are already fading away
The monsoon winds of summer
have brought us red-hot hopes
We are the grain people
The glory of the past
can only explain the past
Today's blueprint
depends on us. We have to draw the blueprint today
Labor is glorious
Let's use our own hands
**** together to lift the sun of tomorrow