Poems praising ordinary workers

Lead: Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, everything comes from our efforts and ordinary work, and it is so silent. The following are poems praising ordinary workers, welcome to enjoy.

The first chapter: The poem "Nobleness of Laborers" praising ordinary laborers.

Sweat glistened in the sun.

A China star in the starry sky sings "Dongfanghong".

The jade rabbit car on the moon is also hard and busy.

Whether on earth or in heaven

Labor is the most glorious.

Don't despise those workers at the bottom.

Their work is ordinary, even dirty.

Without their hard work

Our lives will be different.

The environment has become a sea of garbage.

I don't praise how noble their hearts are.

But their labor deserves everyone's respect.

There is no high or low labor.

The mind is noble and dirty.

Some people are noble on the surface.

Thought is dirty.

Some people have dirty jobs.

Thought is very noble.

Praise labor

Sing for labor

Chapter two: The Road Repairer, a poem praising ordinary workers.

Road repairman

Please allow me to say hello to you on behalf of my classmates.

You are watering Jiangnong's corridor with sweat and time.

You have been busy for months.

Burning passion

Look at you, like the sun in May, rising like fire.

You light up Zhimin Avenue.

Road repairman

You are doing great things in an ordinary post.

I must salute you.

You tirelessly build frames and dirt.

There will always be you in the storm.

Your dribs and drabs paved a spacious road.

Repeat the same work to create different beauty.

Paver

Your hands have left countless wheels and footprints.

You will get the blessing of heaven.

You will also be remembered by countless others.

By then,

You have a glorious name: laborer.

Road repairman

Your spirit is also the spirit of my parents.

Class spirit of workers and peasants

I must admire and learn.

You are not alone

There are thousands of pairs of eyes watching affectionately.

Cheer for you in my heart

A wet shirt shows your busy back.

Under a red sun, the shoulder is wider than the road and the head is higher than the mountain.

Chapter III: Praise ordinary laborers and poet laborers.

Author: You Gu Yazhou

Laborers,

You're not good at preaching,

You work hard all day,

If you don't work, you will itch all over.

I can't even sleep soundly.

Laborers,

You know from the bottom of your heart,

It is labor that creates everything.

Jinshan Yinshan and thousands of worlds,

Everything is a compliment to labor.

Laborers,

You use the calluses on your hands,

For the sun tomorrow,

In order to exchange the fragrance of fruits and vegetables in the field,

In return, steel flowers splashed and coal waves rolled.

Laborers,

The wrinkles on your face,

Engraved with memories of the years,

With the ups and downs of childbirth,

Create a nectar made of jade.

Laborers,

Your eyes,

Hidden wisdom and cleverness,

Stepping on all difficulties,

Infinite scenery with indomitable spirit.

Laborers,

You are a pioneer,

You have created the glory of history,

Famous mountains and Lishui are afraid of you,

The songs of laborers always ring in my ears.

Chapter four: Poems praising ordinary workers promote the flowers of urban civilization.

Popularize the fruits of rural labor

Full of beautiful scenery

Under the fluttering notes

Singing the song of labor happily

Song of labor

Bring good news of spring sowing.

Take Xia Yun's hope.

Let poetry fill the earth.

Any point dyeing painting

Song of labor

Eternal singing

Notes are constantly arching out of the ground.

Fruitful fruit

delicious

Fragrant and sweet

Spring breeze and spring rain blow vilen,

Began to form a long layer of green.

On that towering iron tower and the layer-by-layer distribution network,

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 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

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 one's own workers

The truest hymn