In daily study, work and life, everyone collects his favorite poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following are my carefully compiled Labor Day poems for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Poems on Labor Day 1 There are tall buildings everywhere.

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

Poem 2 of Labor Day is so small, so small!

Too young to wear short-sighted glasses.

Can't see whether the ants are working or running.

Even if the pioneer and the assembly number are blown.

Thousands of troops, millions of soldiers.

Still so small, so small.

But I don't say a word: small.

Ants also have a swagger.

Ants make the whole forest full of divinity and aura.

But I won't say another word: weak.

Even the weakest ants are surprisingly powerful.

Mosquitoes can shake elephants, and collectivism shines.

Lovely, dear, my kind, my brother

A full meal is labor and people.

A palace must have washed away the rust inside.

Labor Day Poetry 3: Ode to Labor

The sun is so bright.

The trees in the sun are covered with green leaves.

The machine is running at full speed.

And sing hymns for the festival.

No matter what position you insist on.

How ordinary the position is.

You are all creating new lives.

In order to work better at rest

Work is for a better life.

This is the eternal melody of human beings.

It is also the song of the workers' hearts.

Ordinary workers are great.

Ordinary greatness is broader.

Only happily devote yourself to study and work.

Life will enjoy real happiness.

Labor Day Poetry 4: Shovel, Funnel, Scaffolding

Knock, roll, and bear everything silently.

Cement, mortar, hollow brick

Wet, dry, hard, criss-crossing

Witness with sweat

Work day and night

Raise the brick wall

After building a beautiful landscape,

The thin shadow disappeared quietly.

Workshop worker

Roll up the lush sleeves and weave the rainbow skillfully.

Add luster to the world, but

The harvest is very small, and thick cocoons accumulate.

Years write vicissitudes on your face.

Worried, he returned to the countryside.

Driving that old cow

Bow like a rainbow

sanitation worker

Wave a hand and sweep away the fish white in the East.

Empty the bucket, fill the car and carry away the nest of mosquitoes and flies.

Wave to wipe the dust off the street.

Refresh every corner of automobile exhaust.

Wave off the western glow.

Dragging a long shadow, covered with dust.

Go home and take fatigue to sleep.

Labor Day Poetry 5 Singing Labor

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Singing labor

In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.

I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.

This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.

It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.

Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.

Daoxiang has become a land full of water.

The most beautiful dance god

two

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.

three

Singing labor

In the dark and hard center of the earth 800 meters deep.

I sang a black miner's lamp.

Its flame is salty with sweat.

The mine disaster hardened those bones.

Countless hands of carbon black hold up another dawn.

At the moment, the warm sun rising in Ran Ran shines on the body.

Lighter than air and heavier than rock.

four

Singing labor

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.

five

Singing labor

In the white delivery room of a hospital next to me.

I sang every happy cry of the newborn baby.

It is loud and melodious, like a happy note.

Dancing on the tired sweat of the female nurse

I really want to dedicate the most beautiful poems to them.

Can face them-these sacred angels

How humble my weak poems are.

Poem 6 of Labor Day Our electric workers, starting from the fifth watch, return to the moonlight and fight against sandstorms.

Keywords line detection, maintenance, defect elimination,

From barren land to noisy streets,

From the overhead line to every corner of the ground cable,

Check carefully and don't let every hidden danger slip away from your eyes. ...

This is the most beautiful hymn presented by the Messenger of Light for his Workers' Day!

Labor Day Poetry 7 Look at Labor Day again.

Precious migratory birds fly away, but they can't stay.

King's Festival

But quietly approached us.

This should be the first day of hard work.

Finally found an excuse to stop work and release.

What gift did you bring this time?

This is a pile of unpaid salary documents.

Still added a lot of laid-off roles.

Is that the product is unsalable.

Or a few percentage points higher for public utilities.

There you are. You are on the first page of early summer.

It seems that there is always an army of millions of industries behind wealth.

They will leave the tall building when they are finished.

Delicious food and seafood service, they leave.

Dressed beautifully, send it as soon as it is sewn.

You are here, and the ordinary days are extraordinary.

The forgotten have a moment of collective title.

Intensive labor has tried the fun of concentration.

Silent catwalks have more exposure stages.

The unsung hero of the new era finally left.

A chorus of voices.

Labor Day Poetry 8 Songs 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 bloom has spread 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!

Labor Day Poetry 9 Praise Labor Day.

Author: Guo Ziping

Today is our festival.

Do you still have the pride of working people?

Don't say that capitalists support us.

We have made our hometown rich.

We are simple, we are kind.

We are brave and hardworking.

Labor is a glorious spirit.

There are only people.

Is the real creation of history.

Today is the day of liberation

Why don't you break the chains of slaves?

Don't be superstitious about any savior.

We long for truth.

For equality, for justice.

For the motherland, for the compatriots.

Labor is the essence of man.

Only the public.

Hold the red flag high.

Today is a solemn sentence.

You must fire at all reactionaries.

In order to establish harmony, we must eliminate differences.

We are masters and cannot be shaken.

Fight oppression and exploitation.

Fight corruption and bureaucracy.

Labor is the force of revolution.

Unity is only unity.

Only steel knives can eradicate evil.

Today is our birthday.

You must be proud of the workers.

People suffering all over the world unite.

Break through all cages with labor

Not afraid of hardship and sacrifice.

Not afraid of poverty or suffering.

Labor is the wealth of life.

Labor is just labor.

It is a magic weapon to pursue light.

Labor day poems 10 1

The inspiration of a grass

You grew up in my distance.

The fragrant fragrance permeates my poems all the way.

That quiet posture always moves me.

Teach me to calm down.

Put aside all the noise of material desires.

Pay attention to you

Pay attention to your beautiful life

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In my narrow life

You need to accumulate desire from now on.

Push away vicissitudes of life

Push away a flashy and boring reputation

Push the rest of the wine away from the banquet.

listen attentively

Listen to your pure soul

three

Your growth is my happiness.

Your peace is my gospel.

I want to delete the storm for you.

All hostile storms

Then decisively refresh the sky.

Hold all your wishes in your arms.

Collect and love life.

four

Polluted humans reminded me.

Love for this grass

must

Unswerving and full of loyalty

five

The grass longs for love.

Xiangtou

My ordinary life

May day labor day poems

-Labour!

The most accessible thing in the world is dirt.

And men and women who live with the soil.

They work in the form of labor.

Have a real dialogue with the world

All the places they drifted.

The history of growth and evolution

Enrich nature.

They stood by and watched the mountain.

In the jungle

Dye green

Life in the mountains

Hunting tall and straight trees in the mountains in the cold wind

In the nearest place to the sun.

Indomitable spirit

They live by the water.

Rivers and valleys

As gentle as water-deeply attached

Man and water meet emotionally.

Then a gentle boat and an elegant fish were born.

At dawn and dusk

Harvest happiness and peace

under normal conditions

worker

A few will form a home.

I'm used to looking at my lover. That look.

Watch the harvest

Men like to use wine.

Women choose to use tears

Express love for life

The poverty of workers is of no benefit.

The wealth of workers is full of energy and strong physique.

Therefore, people are created to reproduce and reproduce from generation to generation.

It also created dance, poetry and heaven.

May day labor day poems

Domestic workers

Soy sauce, vinegar, oil and salt, slimming tea, helping the old and bringing the young, rinsing.

Skillfully cook delicious food,

Diligent in watering intoxicating flowers.

Milk dispenser

Run fast by the hour,

The vat is full of small bottles.

Season, date, delivery, telephone,

Love is about fresh milk.

Newspaper retailer

Set up a pavilion and open a window, without extravagance and waste.

High-quality publications are full of emotion, and group themes shine with wisdom and new light.

Catering staff

Go out of the backcountry village and join the Tangfu Army.

Learn skills and employment correctly, be polite and elegant, and respect guests.

Commodity salesman

Shopping malls occupy an empty corner to show the new product market.

Please strive for better competition, do your best and dare to be proud.

Snack vendor

There is no obstacle in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the cart is constantly selling.

Singing "Selling Zongzi" makes life bitter and sweet.

Steam bottle transmitter

Don't leave your original post to start a business, strive for self-improvement and help all your friends.

It is often supplied to change bottles and inflate them, which is convenient for home loading and carrying.

Scrap buyer

Rusty copper cans and broken iron drums, yellow cartons with shriveled old tires.

Don't abandon me and take it. Waste recycling makes it better.

Tricycle pedal

Rotating streets are good at shuttling, and they don't back down after hardships.

Sending children to pull traps to carry the old and the weak, double pedals are famous.

Calligraphy and painting mounting machine

Pine, cypress, orchid and bamboo are painted with colorful colors, and the real grass of seal script is hung out.

Put it in a beautiful scroll of mountains and rivers, and mount a picture of flowers.

Spring breeze and spring rain have painted Yuan Ye green.

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 their own workers

The truest hymn!

May labor day poems

May of the earth,

Adolescence of seedlings;

Winter wheat heading and filling,

Peach, plum and apricot hang fruit and press branches.

Labor painting,

Show the vitality of all things;

Green cheers the world everywhere,

A warm May can't tolerate any negativity!

May, the peak of childbirth,

Qin Chun's brilliance is so vivid;

The ambition to welcome the Spring Festival is in May.

Have grown into colorful poems.

Apart from the stale past of the past year,

Has long been scrubbed by spring rain;

In May, life will meet.

More spectacular and prosperous summer.

In may,

See how powerful your hands are;

In may,

Look at your feet, what kind of miracle you should walk out of.

The earth in May keeps pace with the times,

Only in autumn will there be golden fruits;

Life in May is solid,

It can withstand the storms in hot summer.

May

Test the peak of labor;

Wealth is labor,

Labor is wealth.

Get something for nothing,

Should always be despised,

Let it be the motto of praising labor,

Will make hundreds of millions of hearts beautiful!

Labor Day Poems 12 Endless Sea,

Please stir up surging emotions,

Towering mountains,

Please wave your passionate pen;

Spring thunder that shakes the sky,

Please beat the majestic drums,

Wan Li Changfeng,

Please play the music of Dongfanghong.

Let's sing together, the reddest and reddest red sun in our hearts.

-Chairman Mao!

Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao,

From the foot of Kunlun Mountain where Yulong flies,

To the rippling Pearl River embankment;

From the gorgeous coast of the East China Sea,

Go to Urumqi, where tall buildings are like forests. ...

Your infinite flame,

Shining on the vast land of the East!

White hair fluttering from the kang,

Flowers in the kindergarten,

Girl Li from the depths of the coconut grove,

To the Mongolian brothers under the white clouds,

Your noble name,

Rise high in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people!

-Qifeng abrupt, Dongfeng Wan Li,

Marxism–Leninism's third milestone,

Golden light, towering into the sky!

-The sun, the moon, the sky and rivers,

There are three heroic articles,

Create a new generation of wind,

There are four precious books,

On behalf of the people!

May 1 labor day poems 13 in may, the fire burns like fire on the night of January.

The water is flowing in the frog, and the flowers have grown into fruits.

There are some working people walking in the fields, and their hoes are waving.

Eternal glory, simple my long-lost feelings.

This is a season of blood and fire, and some people are working hard.

Take some time to put your ideas and songs into the carriage of time.

In a flash, it disappeared into the cement forest of the city.

They hold the sacred flame of history to illuminate the dusty past.

We should praise and remember those historical heroes.

It should be remembered that the working people should be grateful to the martyrs.

They left us the poem written in blood.

One dark night, they planted the seeds on their heads.

Plants grow wildly in our minds, and this light can guide them.

Those eyes that think in the dark

Some college students running around are trying to describe it.

The image of a hero, they wrote in a boundless night:

"Standing and reading the history of kneeling, I saw the heroes and heroes 85 years ago.

Time draws blood and fire from their marrow.

Not just water or salt. "

The whole of May hides the light of history.

Dewdrops in the grass quietly touched the girl's skin.

This may, my simple mood.

Encounter beautiful poems

The fields in the distance have strengthened the belief in labor.

My singing became a fairy tale.

In this season, sometimes there is no land to float.

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

The sonorous song of labor sounded.

Echoes in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers.

Reverberating between the blue sky and white clouds

The sound of birds falling on trees

A hot morning

cannot help doing

Sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze push the flower of civilization in this 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 brings the good news of spring sowing and the hope of Xia Yun.

Let the earth be full of poetry, and let the autumn touch the picture.

The song of labor can never be sung, and the fruit keeps arching from the ground like a note, which is delicious and sweet.

Labor Day Poetry 14 1, I work, I sing.

I work, I sing.

Sing a cheerful song loudly

Put the weight on your shoulders.

Leg and foot fatigue

Have been temporarily forgotten.

I work, I sing.

Humming an affectionate melody

Take the soul out of the body experience

For yourself, for the same kind.

dissolute

I work, I sing.

Let effort and sadness

Inequality and anger

Run around the world

heart-stirring

Open up a happy and beautiful future.

2, singing labor

In this season when flowers wake up and willow branches dance.

I sang about an earthworm crawling under soft soil.

This peristalsis is the most beautiful dance.

It is related to the bending posture of farmers farming and sowing.

Beautiful fit, full of golden yellow of some soybeans.

Daoxiang has become a land full of water.

The most beautiful dance god

3, singing labor

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.

Labor Day Poetry 15 1, Singing May

When the last apricot flower falls

Whoa, whoa, cry.

From the elm tree in front of the door

Leaving a child named Mei behind.

Walk into wheatgrass in May.

The world and fragrance of flowers are everywhere.

Everywhere is the wilderness of looking for childhood.

Busy in the field, busy preparing a dowry for my daughter.

Wheat is very happy, shaking and jumping in the water.

The mine was jubilant and the black dragon flew out of the wellhead.

My sister blushed and her lover came in in the spring breeze.

I also planted the seeds of a poem among the flowers.

I sing May, and I applaud May.

The loveliest are our industrial workers.

The most beautiful are our brothers and sisters.

They are weaving prospects in the spring breeze.

They dedicated their strength with sweat and wisdom.

May held out her tender hand.

Willing to kiss the earth and the people.

Life jointing in May.

The hymn of labor exulted in the land of the motherland.

Ah-

Flowers in May and green in May.

In May, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

May, when everything was revived, was full of enthusiasm.

May of life, May of singing.

May belongs to glorious workers.

I want to sing for the workers who create wealth.

I want to write a poem for the laborers in May.

Glory is the silent monument of laborers.

Time has proved the strength of the working class.

History has proved that we are the backbone of the country.

Laborers, you are the poplars who protect the world.

You are the pillars of creating the world.