Poems praising Labor Day are characterized by conciseness, concentration, distinct rhythm and rich rhythm. Labor Day is a holiday for workers all over the world. On this day, people will inevitably think of praising workers. The following poem praises Labor Day.
Poems praising Labor Day 1 You are on your way to work.
See idle people
Light music and dance
The face is full of sunshine.
The corners of your eyes pass by.
There is not much time for attachment and daydreaming.
He hurried past the fixed car sign.
Let the scenery be appreciated by others
I turned around in the busy sweat.
Forget fatigue
Continue the pace of life
No complaints
There are only faint regrets and guilt in my heart.
That's a bad promise to children.
And family expectations.
Conceit in the heart
next year
Say anything next year.
Have fun with her (him)
Let's sing together
but
next year
The sound of the waves will remain unchanged in the coming year.
Poems praising Labor Day II
The most brilliant labor poem
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.
Poems praising Labor Day
Seven laws celebrate May 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 want to leave my old appearance, and my heart will be brand-new in Qi Li.
Fen Feitian builds a brand and creates more glory on the shoulder.
Poems praising Labor Day 2 May Day Ode
Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,
Began to form a long layer of green.
Towering iron towers and layers of distribution networks
There is a busy scene of line maintenance workers.
The wind plays on the wire with warm hands.
Cheerful music, in loneliness
Sing an accompaniment for the workers in the vast sand sea
Deserts and uninhabited Gobi
Because of their existence, they are full of energy and spirit.
In order to let the small town on the edge of the desert have night lights.
In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.
Construction of the motherland
Our electrical workers
From the night shift to the moonlight sandstorm,
Patrol, repair and eliminate defects
From barren land to noisy streets,
From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,
Check it carefully,
Don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...
This is the Lightbringer.
A festival dedicated to their own workers
The truest hymn!
Article 2:
Open the calendar in May.
We seem to see
angry mob
Into Tiananmen Square.
Open the calendar in May.
We seem to hear
Excited and high voice.
Just visiting for 80 years.
Echoes clearly in the ear.
Give it back to me. Qingdao refused to sign a peace treaty
Punish thieves at home and fight for state power abroad.
How can the motherland be ravaged?
How can China set foot on the earth?
This is the just cry of a group of warm-blooded young people.
This is a glorious declaration of a group of patriots.
Like a volcano erupting magma.
Like a sword into the darkness.
It's like a torrent rushing in.
Like a petrel struggling with the wind and waves
Beating up traitors makes people happy.
Angry burning Cao Zhai
What is the bloody suppression?
I spilled my blood.
This is a great victory against imperialism and feudalism.
This is an extraordinary turning point in history.
This is a banner that will always be held high.
I am an eternal patriotic poem.
Open the calendar in May.
My thoughts fly far away.
Open the calendar in May.
How many worries have you added to your heart?
The cloud of war still hangs over Iraq.
The land of Kosovo is filled with strong smoke.
Hegemonists interfere in other countries' internal affairs at will.
Japanese right-wingers categorically denied the history of aggression against China.
Discordant melodies of the world peace symphony come and go.
The long human society.
How many years of suffering have you performed?
A long history and civilization.
How many tragedies are staged frequently?
Countless ironclad facts tell us
Ignorance is bullied.
You will be beaten if you fall behind.
Open the May calendar.
My confidence doubled.
burning with ardour
Faith is a strong fortress.
Ideals are like burning flames.
The call for peace resounded all over the world.
The seeds of friendship have taken root in my heart.
The horn of the times has sounded in the north and south of the Yangtze River.
The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over Shuyang.
A letter from a young friend
Let's hold high the May 4th Red Flag.
Unite as one and be pragmatic.
Catch up and strive for self-improvement
usher in a new century
Embrace a bright tomorrow.
Poems praising Labor Day 3 Poems praising Labor Day 1
Standing on the head of Red May
Go deep among workers
Feel the jumping notes in the sun.
accidentally
drop
Touch the silent fruit forest
In the land of silence
Suddenly there was a strong song of labor.
Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.
Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds
A morning full of trees and birds.
Can't help sunshine, rain and spring breeze.
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
The beautiful scenery is under the dancing notes.
Singing the song of labor happily, the song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Take Xia Yun's hope.
Let poetry fill the earth.
Any point dyeing painting
The song of labor never dies.
Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.
Rich fruit tastes delicious and sweet.
Poems praising Labor Day II
Fan Song Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
Poems praising Labor Day
Tang Bai Juyi
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is loaded with vegetables, and the child is loaded with pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is another poor woman with a child beside her.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
My family's taxes are gone, so I can take this to satisfy my hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
Lu Li has 300 stone, and he had leftover food when he was eight years old.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.