May 1 labor day poems

In our daily study, work or life, everyone has heard or used some classic poems. The poetic language is concise and vivid, and the rhythm is distinct. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following is my poem about May 1 Labor Day. Welcome to share.

May Poetry 1 Labor Day 1 On the way to work

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.

May 1 Labor Day Poetry 2 Happy Movement

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 make the town near the desert have night lights,

In order to make thousands of workers use electric energy safely and continuously.

In order to build the motherland,

Our electrical workers

Get up at five o'clock, return to the moonlight, fight against sandstorms,

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 one's own workers

The truest hymn!

May 1 Labor Day, Poetry 3 Singing Labor

In a remote hometown village thousands of miles away.

I sing about my old country mother.

She doesn't know that one day in May is Mother's Day.

All I know is that the smoke rose early.

Then he hoed the ground and went to the field.

Let the dripping sweat overcome the desire for a bumper harvest

Looking at the wheat seedlings is like their lush daughter, growing up in green.

Poetry 4 Singing Labor May 1 Labor Day

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.

May 1 Labor Day Poetry 5 Songs of Labor

Song of labor

Such as spring breeze

Blow all over China

Song of labor

Such as a brush

Sow the earth

If there is no labor force,

How can there be a happy life?

If there is no labor force,

How can it be colorful?

Song of labor

a love song

Song of labor

Drums of youth

We do it ourselves.

We are United as one.

For a better tomorrow

For the greater prosperity of the motherland.

We love labor.

We sing about life.

May Poetry 1 Labor Day 6 Legs

Two legs

Support the body

In this fertile land

Live a hard life

Winter sun

It's cold.

Live in spring

In such a hurry

Lin Yin lawn

A person who can't stop sweating.

Look at the fields.

These people.

These flowers are over.

The residual leaves of this tree have fallen off.

Harvest fruit

Bring sb. to his knees

May 1 Labor Day Poetry 7 or 8 hours.

We want to change the world,

We are tired of futility,

Just earning a living wage,

We never have time to think.

We need to smell the flowers,

We're going to bask in the sun,

We believe that:

God only allows eight hours of work.

From docks, workshops and workshops,

Assemble our team,

Strive for eight hours of work,

Eight hours' rest,

Eight hours is your own!

Poetry 8 may struggle 1 labor day

Whether it is manual labor or mental labor.

Are soaked with hard work and sweat.

No physical labor

You can't lift a tall building on a flat ground.

No mental work

You can't fly a ship in space.

Weave a colorful life

There is no hand of labor.

Praise and respect labor.

It is the pursuit of you and me.

Work today.

It's tomorrow's reward

Thank you for your work and bless you for your work.

Because there is labor, there is hope.

The flower of dreams blooms brilliantly.

We must rely on ordinary struggle.

May Poetry 1 Labor Day 9 Laborers

There are many tall buildings.

That is a worker wearing a helmet.

Sweat brick by brick.

Beautiful community

Lvshu lawn

That's the property manager.

Bend over and sow.

The lights are bright at night.

That's an electric worker.

Lay a line on the plain.

Built on the mountain you look up to.

The light of the mountains

Countless hands

Work hard

Built and appeared in

Wonderful life

May 1 Labor Day Poetry 10 What is labor?

Everyone knows that.

What is labor?

What is labor?

Human activities to create material or spiritual wealth.

Labor creates value.

Labor creates wealth.

Labor creates beauty.

Labor creates happiness.

Labor creates the future.

No matter simple labor

Or complicated labor?

Regardless of mental work

Or manual labor

Even manual labor

Labor is a sport.

Labor is a kind of exercise.

Labor is a kind of cultivation.

Labor is a virtue.

I work, I am glorious.

I work, I am confident.

The power of labor is infinite.

The joy of labor is endless.

Poems in May 1 Labor Day 1 1 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.

May 1 Labor Day Poetry 12 Hope

Carrying a hammer to cut mountains and mine.

Till the world with plows and rakes.

A worker

A farmer

Hold up the light of life

The workers drew the longitude and latitude lines of the earth.

Farmers sow green and hope.

A city was built.

A man who feeds the city people

Humming the song of laborers.

Two lines of happy tears

It's the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

May 1 Labor Day Poems 13 Trees 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

Poem 14 May 1 Labor Day to Pavers.

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!

May Poetry 1 Labor Day 15 Song of Laborers

The flowers in May are beautiful and fragrant.

The songs in May are crisp and loud.

The red flag in May is particularly bright.

The sun is particularly bright in May.

This kind of flower blooms all over the world.

This song resounds through the mountains and seas.

This red flag brightens the five-color skin.

This sunshine warms the chests of hundreds of millions of people.

Red May has given us dignity as human beings.

Red May gave us the strength to save the world.

Red May gave us the right to live.

Red May has given us lofty ideals.

We are the mainstay of the country.

We are the pillars of the country.

We are the only masters of the world.

We are the driving force of history.

We waved-the mountain bowed its head and gave way.

We stamp our feet-the river flows backwards.

We looked up-the blue sky gave the stars and the moon.

We bow down-the earth gives us treasures.

We have "created" one billionaire after another with blood and sweat.

We built heaven after heaven with our hands.

We are proud of May.

We are proud of our labor.

We are fearless for our ideals.

We sing for freedom.

Flowers in May, you bloom day and night.

We will always have sex and protect the gardener of flowers.

May's song, are you loud?

We will always be your neatest and grandest choir.

Red flag in May, flying high.

For generations, we have been your most loyal standard-bearers.

The sunshine in May shines forever.

According to working people all over the world-

Freedom, autonomy and self-reliance, and labor rights and interests are guaranteed.

Long live labor! Long live liberation!