poems in praise of garden workers 1. seek a poem in praise of garden workers
Open WeChat, click the upper right corner to add friends, search for "micro-poetry" and then pay attention to it, you can ask for a hidden confession poem, limerick, love poem, blessing poem, etc.
The poem is a way of expressing the feelings of a poet about the scene and the environment in which he is living.
Poetry is the expression of the poet's feelings about the situation and the environment in which he lives. Whether it is a Li Sao style, ancient poetry, modern poetry or modern poetry is just a form of poetry.
The most beautiful thing about poetry is that it stands on the height of human history to show the aura of the times. Thus poetry is the literature of literature. Poetry is omnipresent in the field of art.
The beauty of poetry is the highest expression of artistic beauty. The beauty of poetry also appears from time to time in the realm of non-literary arts, the exquisite fragments of scientific writings, and even in the state of human life, work also exudes wisdom.
2. What is the beauty of the description of garden workers
There are many ordinary, obscure garden workers in our neighborhood. We can often see their busy body in the neighborhood, we take care of flowers and plants like a loving mother in love with their children as careful and thoughtful. In the holly and other low shrubs grow very dense, garden workers are afraid of pest infestation will destroy the green leaves of the trees, branches of the growth of the trees, some of the young leaves, the old branches pruned off, so that this will make the nutrients more concentrated supply of trees to meet the needs of the trees to grow and make the pests have no place to hide, and how good ah! In summer, the grass grows green and very lush. At this time, many weeds have also run out, but also these ordinary garden workers, in the hot sun, wearing thick gloves, a handful of these nasty weeds pulled out; in order to make the grass grow neatly, beautiful, despite the beads of sweat dripping from their heads, pick up the lawnmower, the grass repaired in a neat and tidy. Sometimes, grass, flowers, trees are almost withered: grass a yellow, flowers like frosted eggplant, trees are full of dead leaves, or these hard-working garden workers with sprinklers for the flowers and trees to add a delicious milk, so that the neighborhood is full of life everywhere. Walking through the green grass, flowers in the park, we often see such a scene: garden workers are pruning flowers and trees, flat lawn, bulbous holly, sparse moon, mixed peach and plum ...... At the same time we will also see the natural growth of the poplar, the whirling poplar, the upright bamboo, dark green cedar! ...... We see both the beauty of pruning and the beauty of nature. The pruning is beautiful, and the free stretching is also beautiful. It is these serious, responsible gardeners, with their hard sweat, we live in the community dressed up colorful, so that every guest who came to our community can not help but thumbs up: "The scenery of this community is really beautiful!"
Remember to adopt ah
3. Praise for the garden of the poem
"Jun to the Gusu, people are pillow river. The old palace has little land to spare, and there are many small bridges in the water lanes." --Du Xunhe, Tang Dynasty poet
A way to embrace the mountains, actually between the city. (Song - Su Sunqin, "Canglang Pavilion")
It is said that I live in the city, but I suspect that I am in the midst of ten thousand mountains. (Yuan - Weize "Scenery of the Lion Grove")
I am absolutely sorry that there are no cars and horses in the human realm, but I believe that there are mountains and forests in the city. (Ming Dynasty - Wen Zhengming, "The Humble Administrator's Garden - Ruoshutang")
I don't know that there are mountains and forests in the city, but Xie Gong's gulch should not be burdened. (Qing Dynasty-Xu Song's "Autumn at Huaiyun Pavilion Visiting Zhou Xueke to Send Tasha Xing"). (Huaiyun Pavilion is today's Suzhou North Half Garden)
Separated from the clamor of the city's western marketplace, the secluded dwellings are absolutely like the home of a savage. (Qing Dynasty - Wang Wan "again titled Jiang's art garden")
Who said that today is not the past, and know that the city has mountains and forests. (Qing Dynasty - Qianlong "Lion Grove")
Where can I find the high traces of the residents, but there are actually mountains and forests in the city. (Qing Dynasty - Wang Ganyan "Touring the Lion's Forest")
4. There are poems that praise the forest workers
To the respect of the forest workers
Home in the forest
In the faraway forest,
there is always a warm home.
In the depths of the white clouds,
In the lonely forest,
There is always a warm place.
Wait for the meadow at the edge of the forest,
where the wild peonies
the wild lilies that you guarded,
have bloomed.
What wildflowers are blooming now?
Forest workers, uncles and aunts
Do you never miss your hometown?
The forest workers are the only ones who do not miss their hometowns!
Though sometimes I miss my hometown,
I can't go back.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
We have a more difficult and honorable task,
to protect the forest!
5. There are poems in praise of forest workers
The sound is not dead, the lights are not out, the walls are high, and I am standing at the bottom of a pit, and who is the one who can't see that I am covered with mud? Look, the water gun and the mud pump, they are my weapons, and they spray like crazy, and they suck like crazy, and there is nothing but mud across from me, and the river stinks, and it is boring. Even if occasionally it becomes not smelly, or not so smelly, there's a great blankness in the faces of the people, especially when they come face to face with the rich, who work so hard, buying insurance, pushing buttons, flying around, where money and luck and strength are useful, where resentment is useless, where the walls are too high, full of filth, full of misery, where every day, every day, the nerves are stretched and broken, where the square is filled in the center and around it with flowers and meadows for who knows who, and every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day. They need watering as much as we do Big brother, at this time, is scamming at the window of the train station Second brother has just broken down the door of someone's house Third brother got married a year ago and gave birth to a black child Fourth brother lost his last ten dollars in the brick house over there Fifth brother was thrown out by the security guards, who cursed and spat at them from afar Sixth brother's salary is owed for how many months (how many months is this useless, sighing, honest man)? At night they drink ...... There is no tomorrow The streets are getting wider and brighter The suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and they come with a free tie The shelves in the supermarkets are stacked to the rafters, and in the gray corners where you don't look, the good old days are like cold winds that chase the poor The first sister works 365 days a year The second sister doesn't cry, even though she's just had her finger run over by a machine The third sister has a finger that's just been cut off by a machine, and the third sister has a finger that's just been cut off by a machine. Second sister doesn't cry, even though she just lost her finger to a machine. Third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister is with a rich man, and she's not so bad The youngest two sisters, let's not talk about them One is standing across the street, not knowing what to do The other has long since disappeared Here, only the sun is less rough Between the dormitory building and the factory building, only the rain and the snow are less cold Between the ruins and the construction site, there are people who sing on the TV, laughing, laughing, laughing, clapping Someone else is laughing along as if it's very funny ...... And anyway we have to live It's not surprising that it's so cold this winter, just like in our hometown, where the land is deserted and endless ...... Hammer Black Horse Hammer never knows tenderness and spends its whole life practicing tenacity It tells itself: good metal is hidden in the hardest stone, and when it's hardened, it's hardened, and it's hardened. Once struck, the sweat splashes, and the clenched heart chisels the sunlight, and the search becomes the endless song of life. "Clang, clang, clang. ......" The most beautiful language in the hammer's life A machine grows old Hao Maojun A machine grows old, and it won't listen, and it will use a temper we're not used to. A machine grows old, it doesn't listen, it treats us with a temper we're not used to, but it's innocent, just like my grandfather, unable to do anything, deaf, mute, paralyzed, with an anger in his eyes that burns through everyone as if it were our fault, and his silence is in fact an even greater confrontation, a machine that grows old, and which, for a long time, my father and I carefully fed with the confidence that it would live, but which, in a machine, is not so much a machine as a machine itself, but rather, a machine that is more suspicious of the way we are used to being, and that we will eventually come to doubt the machine. A machine grows old, including your body and mine, and when you think about it, no one wants a machine to break down, even if we don't need it anymore, and if we leave it intact, we'll feel better. My grandfather is a thing of the past, an occasional living in some of my memories, and the centrifuge betrays the rope, which has been ignored, which has been controlled by the inverter, and which suddenly emits a series of gases like a man's own. A series of gases, like a man's hee-haw, and then he turns into a sloth who does nothing I suspect it's a sinister fellow I suspect it knows politics Now its shell burns with the signs of a feverish mind The electrician frowns, he's been up all night, his eyes are red and swollen, he's got his gauge in his hand, he's careful, he yawns, and then his butt falls into his chair He closes the switch and pulls it down, and he winks happily and he says, "I've got to go to sleep" The centrifuge is surely another conspirator. The centrifuge must have another accomplice, the whole line is in upheaval, it doesn't move, it doesn't say a word, no one dares to underestimate it now, it cuts a slice of time, like a leader chewing a piece of black bread, the Symphony of Steel, Wu Lanbao, I, together with the steel, feel the tragedy of the Symphony, it's not sad, the fresh winds blowing on the four sides of the poem, and I can hear the note of steel, it echoes inside, I, a steel miller, every day, I'm connected to the Symphony of Steel, not separated, five, like a blade of grass. As a steel miller, every day I'm connected to the symphony of steel, not separated from it. 5 Like a blade of grass, rooted in the earth, like a cloud, embracing the blue sky, though it's barren. 6 Steel is a picture, one of 1.3 billion, and I'm also burdened by it, enjoying the encouragement of it. 7 Iron melts away the sadness. 9 An arm, weaved in steel, becomes a memory for eternity, and a passionate heart, spilled in steel, flies out to an enchanting melody, and they're the most beautiful thing in the symphony of steel. Thinking of them, those who died of work-related injuries, brings tears to my eyes. 11 On steel, close to the blue sky, because of the height of steel, on steel, I think of memories, because of the 5,000 years of hardship, the long road. 13 My father gave everything for steel, and I took over my father's post, from a country far away, and steel was my father's glory, my milestone, which I passed with a firm step, and which I carried with me across the centuries, a force that melted into the symphony of steel, a force that was the most powerful. - A symphony of steel, a force, a majesty, a clamor, a glory ------.
6. Poem in praise of green workers
Because they are hard-working gardeners
Yes - the beauticians of the city
They are the messengers of beauty under the ---- sun
If we let us sing a song
Then - I'll sing a song of the garden workers
Because they comb the lawn with their hands
Because they use their hands to clean the lawn
The garden workers are the most important people in the world, they are the most important people in the world, they are the most important people in the world.
With their sweat, they water the flowers
They are the pioneers of a better life
Why is Hutubi so crowded with tourists today?
Why is Hutubi so crowded with tourists today?
West, this small town in the north
Why attract countless guests
In addition to the beautiful landscape created by nature
More than that pair of hands to depict the pleasant scenery
Look, the yellow is the Chinese golden elm
Purple is the purple-leaved thick plum
The red is the Lingxiao, the green is the peace
The tufts of the Chinese Golden Elm
The purple leaf is the purple leaf thick plum
The red is the Lingxiao, green is the green
The red is the green, green is the green, the green is the green, the green is the red.
That cluster of blooming moonflower
Is it a flower, a leaf, a fire?
That a stretch of beauty
Like a poem, like a painting, like a song?
Green grass in the sunlight
Beautiful flowers, hundreds of birds flying by
Trees swaying in the moonlight,
Flowers and plants puffing their noses, and visitors like shuttle buses
Who is it that makes us feel peaceful
Who is it that makes us feel joyful
We ask the grass
We ask the trees, we ask the flowers
Grasses We ask the grass
Ask the trees, ask the flowers
We look out in the sunlight
Who is it that - under the scorching sun
Withstands the heat, and waters the green with sweat
We ask under the moonlight, who is it that - watches over the flowers and plants, and repairs the water mains
Works night after night in the storms
Is it the eagle
Who is it that makes us feel joyful
We ask the grass
We ask the trees and the flowers
We ask the grass
We ask the trees and the flowers
Who is it that makes us feel joyous
Who is the eagle
Spreading its wings and struggling?
The raging winds can break the trees
But it can't break the bones of the gardeners
The pouring rain can destroy the flowers
But it can't destroy the body of the gardeners
They are tanned, but not complaining
Because the earth has been coated with green
They are thin, but not regretting
Because the barren land, but the land has been coated with green
They are thin, but not complaining
The wind is not the only thing that can make the gardeners feel better, and they have been working for years.
Because the barren land has become so fruitful
They can turn decay into magic
Turn bleakness into vigor
They are skilled
They paint a blank sheet of paper with the newest and most beautiful colors
They are skilled craftsmen
One morning I took a walk
I met an elder at Century Garden
The autumn winds rolled in the endless leaves
How many people have become these hasty passers-by
Alas, that's it
I traced the small town of the past
My heart was filled with loss
But I firmly believe that development and civilization can never be separated
If it's a pearl, it will surely shine with a shine
It's a pearl.
In the face of this situation, I would like to let out my voice
7.
The old palace has little free space, but there are many small bridges in the water lanes." --Du Xunhe, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, A way to embrace the mountains, actually between the cities.
(Song - Su Shunqin "Canglang Pavilion") I am living in the city, but I suspect I am in the mountains. (Yuan Weize "Scenery of the Lion Grove") I am absolutely sorry that there are no cars and horses in the human realm, and I believe that there are mountains and forests in the city.
(Ming Wen Zhengming, "Humble Administrator's Garden - Ruoshutang") I do not know that the city has mountains and forests, Xie Gong's gulch should not be burdened. (Qing Dynasty-Xu Song, "Autumn in Huaiyun Pavilion to visit Zhou Xueke to send Tesha Xing.
Huaiyun Pavilion is today's Suzhou North Half Garden) to cut off the city west of the city language clamor, secluded like a wild man home. (Qing - Wang Wan "re-titled Jiang's art garden") who said that today is not the past, the end of the city know that there are mountains and forests.
(Qing Dynasty - Qianlong "Lion Grove sentence") where to find the high traces of the monk, actually the city has a forest. (Qing Dynasty - Wang Ganyan "tour of the Lion Forest").