Songs for Labor Day
May Day is here, send you a lucky broom, sweeping good luck and good fortune, sweeping away troubles and worries; send you a happy hoe, hoeing out wealth and health, hoeing away poverty and injuries and diseases, I wish you a happy life, always happy! Here are the songs for Labor Day shared for you, come and listen to it!
Songs suitable for Labor Day 1
1. Harvest Song
2. Song of Meeting
3. Production Chorus
4. If You Want to Know Me"
7. "Playing Tambourine and Singing"
8. "Blessing the Motherland"
9. "Golden Shuttle and Silver Shuttle"
10. "Laundry Song"
11. "Laborer's Song"
12. "Nanniwan"
13. "Old Driver"
14. Starting Over"
15. "On the Fields of Hope"
16. "My Future is Not a Dream"
17. "Warsaw Workers' Song"
18. "I Wish You Peace"
19. "The Song of Keramay"
20. "Night on the Grassland"
21. p> 22. "The Sun Comes Out Gladly"
23. "Come in February"
24. "Song of the Exploration Crew"
25. "Unity is Strength"
Songs Suitable for Labor Day 2
1. "A Good Day"
2. "Song of the Earth Flying"
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3. "Beautiful Mind"
4. "Catching Horses"
5. "Ask Us What We Think"
6. "Boatmen's Bugle"
7. "Let's Run for Prosperity with a Bugle"
8. "Genuine Heroes"
9. "Internationale"
10. "Hard Bones of the Working Class"
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11. "Fisherman's Song"
12. "I Offer Oil for the Motherland"
13. "The Textile Girl"
14. "Labor is the Most Glorious"
15. "The Military Song of the Chinese People's Liberation Army"
16. "Reclaiming the Spring Mud"
17. "We Workers Have Power"
18. .The Song of Herding Horses
19.The Great Production of the People and the Army
20.We are the Yellow River and Taishan
Selected Poems for Labor Day
1. The grass is full of beans, and the beans are scarce.
The morning is the time to take care of the filth, and the moon is the time to bring back the hoe.
The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the evening dew stains my clothes.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
2. Compassionate Farming
The day of hoeing is at noon.
Who knows what's on the plate, every grain is bitter.
3. Mixed Happiness in the Field and Garden in the Four Seasons
Song Fan Chengda
Cultivating the fields for the day and evening, and the children in the villages are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have not yet learned to plow and weave, but they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
4. Watching the Mowing of the Wheat
Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi
The month of May is very busy for people.
The wind from the south rises at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
The woman and the girl are wearing woven grass, and the child is carrying a pot of water.
They are going to the fields with their pay, and the young men are in Nangang.
Their feet steam the hot soil and their backs burn the light of the hot sky.
We are not aware of the heat, but we regret the long summer days.
Then there was a poor woman with her son by her side.
In her right hand she held a tassel, and in her left arm she hung a basket.
The woman's right hand was holding a left-handed spike, and her left arm was hanging over a basket.
I had to pay all the taxes on my family's land, so I picked this up to feed my hunger.
What merit do I have now, that I did not work in agriculture?
The officials' salaries are 300 stone, and there is a surplus of food at the end of the year.
I am so ashamed of this that I cannot forget it.
5. The Laborer
The laborer!
The most accessible thing in the world is dirt
and the men and women who live with it
They labor
to speak truthfully to the world
All the places where they have wandered
have grown the history of development and evolution
and are rich in simplicity
5 Laborers
Laborers
Laborers! Labor is the most glorious
The sun shines brightly
The rooster sings three times and the flowers wake up
The birds are busy combing their hair
The little magpies are building a new house
The little bees are busy picking honey
Where does happiness come from
It has to be created by labor.
It's all about labor
Green leaves and red flowers
Butterflies are playful
They don't love labor and don't learn
We don't want to be like them
We want to be like the magpies and build a new house
And we want to be like the bees and gather honey
The joy of labor is inexhaustible
The creation of labor is the most glorious thing
The most important thing is that you have to work hard to make a good living. p> 7. May
The May of the earth,
The adolescence of the seedlings;
The winter wheat is in its tassels,
The peach, the plum and the apricot are in their fruition.
An oil painting of labor,
showing the vitality of all things;
full of green for the sky and the earth to cheer,
the warmth of the month of May can not tolerate a little bit of negativity!
May, the full day of labor,
the glory of spring diligence is all so realistic;
the ambition to welcome the new spring, in May
all grow into a flowery green verse.
In addition to the old year that stale past,
has long been the spring rain scrubbing;
May, life will meet
more spectacular more red-hot summer.
In May,
look at how strong your hands are;
In May,
look at what wonders your feet should walk out.
In May, when the earth is in tune with the times,
the golden fruits come in the fall;
in May, when the life is solid,
it can withstand the storms of the hot summer days.
The month of May
examines the day of labor in full bloom;
Wealth is labor,
and labor is wealth.
To get something for nothing,
should always be despised,
Let May become a watchword in praise of labor,
and will prompt billions of hearts to become beautiful!
8, "Workers"
Workers,
I thought it was the god of wealth;
A brick and a tile to build a high building,
A pickaxe and a shovel to dig up gold and silver;
A warp and a woof to weave a brocade section,
A hammer and an axe to build the giant wheel.
To drive a train, to drive a car,
To make steel, to make iron, to make gold.
Without workers to repair the avenue,
how can the highway lead to the door of happiness.
Workers, others should respect,
Workers, they should be confident!
The social division of labor as a worker,
think of yourself as a god.
9, "Engineer"
Rockets to the sky to design,
Skyscrapers to design;
High-speed railroads to design,
Hearth, table to design.
Precise calculations,
A perfect imagination;
An engineer's brain,
To outperform a hundred computers.
With the intelligence of the engineer,
comes the beauty of modern life!
10, "Poem for May Day"
In that long ago era
May 1, 1886
A group of simple laborers
In order to fight for due rights and interests
To the streets
Since then
people We will never forget
the moment when the invaders' iron hooves
trampled on our beautiful mountains and rivers
countless laborers
took up their swords and guns
and wrote a story with their flesh and blood
of the history of our country and its history.
We will never forget
In those days of the fireworks
Countless laborers
Gathered under the red flag of justice
For the liberation of our country
Threw out their heads and spilled their blood
the hard times of the new China
but our laborers
used their hands
and their will to serve the motherland
with their loyalty
from the ruins and rubble
to the end of the world, from the ashes to the end of the world, from the end of the world. From the ruins of a piece of rubble
we lifted up a strong and beautiful Chinese nation
Today
we can't forget
that our laborers
in the new factories
on the construction sites in full swing
are still using their hands and wisdom
to contribute to the country with their
Our laborers
still use their hands and wisdom
with their simple faith in our country
and our nation
night after night
Today
when I picked up my pen
my heart began to boil
because I am proud
because I am a laborer
because I am working silently for the great renaissance of our nation
and I have been working for the great rejuvenation of the nation.
Today
I want to shout out loud the 'excitement' in my heart
Laborers we are also the most lovely people
Poetry for Labor Day
Today's holiday
Legal
Belongs to the laborers
So. Praise for ordination is all in twenty-four hours
Crowded
Today is a day of rest
But I heard
At four in the morning
The elder neighbor was already out of the house
As usual
He had to sweep all the passages in the neighborhood before seven
His old companion had rented a two-square-meter
She rents a two-square-meter room that is cold in the winter and hot in the summer
She has a sewing and pantyhose business
She has never seen her take a break
She only feels that her eyes are getting weaker and weaker
Just a moment ago
I asked if she was going to be off on May Day
My brother said
"You can't go a whole day without sweeping the hallway"
My sister-in-law said, "We have to do it every day, and I don't want to be late.
One day less is one penny less
Older people need to take medication
Younger children are waiting for their school fees
At eleven o'clock in the morning on May Day
Busy people said in unison
Summer is here
Poem about Labor Day
Standing at the first end of the red May Day
I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, so I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Deep in the middle of the laborers
Feeling the jumping notes in the sunlight
Accidentally
Dripping down
Touching the silent fruit forest
Silent on the ground
Suddenly
Sounding the labor song
Echoing in the hearts of hundreds of millions of laborers
Echoing in the hearts of hundreds of millions of laborers.
Echoing in the blue sky and white clouds
Shaking down the sound of birds in the trees
The morning is red and colorful
Can't help it
The sunshine, rain, dew and spring breezes are pushing the civilized flowers of the city to bloom
And the fruits of labor in the countryside to grow
The beauty of the eyes is full of beautiful scenery, and the notes of the flying notes
Are joyfully singing the song of labor
The song of labor
The song of labor
Is a song of labor
The song of labor is a song of labor. p>
The song of labor brings the good news of spring and the hope of summer
It fills the earth with poetic feelings, and makes the autumn colorful
The song of labor never fails to be sung, and the notes keep arching out of the earth, and the fruitful fruit tastes good and smells good
Poem in praise of the May Day Labor Day
You're on your way to work
You see people relaxing, and you see a lot of people who are not in love
You see people who are not in love
You see people who are not in love, and you see people who are not in love.
Seeing the people in leisure
Lightly singing and dancing
Your face is full of sunshine like writing
The rest of your eyes swept by
You don't have too much time to be fond of it and think about it
So you hurriedly stepped on the stationary marks and passed by
Letting the scenery be enjoyed by other people
Turning around and sweating in the busyness of the day
You forget the tiredness of the day and the need for a new life.
I forgot my tiredness
I continued to live the beat of life
I didn't complain
I only had a faint trace of regret and guilt
It was a broken promise to my children
and my family's expectations
I made a promise to my family
I'm sure that in the coming year
I'll have to do whatever it takes to be there with them
I'll have to be there with them
I'll have to be there for them
I'll have to be there for them.
We'll sing together
But
In the coming year
The sound of the waves will remain the same in the coming year
Modern Poetry About Labor Day
Standing at the beginning of the red May
Deep in the middle of the laborers
Feeling the jumping notes in the sunshine
I'm not sure if it is a good idea for the laborers to be in the middle of the workforce.
Accidentally
Drops down
Touching the silent forest
Silent earth
All of a sudden
Sounded the labor song
Echoed in the hearts of hundreds of millions of laborers
Echoed in the blue sky and white clouds
Shocked down the trees of the birds
Red and colorful Morning
Can't help it
Sunshine
Raindrops
Spring breezes
Prompting the blossoming of civilization in the city
Prompting the growth of the fruits of labor in the countryside
Full of beautiful sights
Under the fluttering notes
Happily singing the song of labor
Song of Labor
Song of labor
The song of labor
The song of labor
The song of the laborers
The song of the laborers
The song of the laborers
It brings the sound of spring sowing
It brings the hope of summer working
It fills the earth with poetry
And makes the autumn colorful
The song of labor
Will always be sung
Note for note, it comes out of the earth
The fruitfulness of fruitfulness
Tastes good
And tastes sweet
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