The mountains full of peach blossoms, green fields, and golden rapeseed flowers can be seen as far as the eye can see. Farmer, you exchanged your thick arms for our delicious food, and you watered our bodies with your sweat.

The splash of steel, the roar of machine tools, and the high-rise buildings cannot see the original mark. Workers, you use your solid arms to drag up our lives.

You use your solid work to facilitate our convenience. When you sit in a car and enjoy your personal mobility space, when you sit in a bus and enjoy the benefits of the public, when you sit in a long-distance ship and enjoy the elegance of the journey, when you fly in

The blue sky makes the world smaller. Do you know the beauty of labor?

When you walk into a restaurant, a store, or a bustling commercial district, do you know how hard it is to serve? Your legs are still standing like that after standing all day.

When you walk into the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the exchange between books and people, and you can smell the sweat of the teacher. Knowledge turned into labor is even more great.

When you are integrated into society, everything around you is given by ordinary labor.

Life is so beautiful, human beings are so progressive, and everything comes from our hard work and ordinary labor, which is so silent.

Labor creates history, and labor creates the future.

On the occasion of the new May Day International Labor Day, let us praise labor as the most beautiful spring breeze and spring rain blowing across the wilderness, raising a layer of green.

May, in this spring season, is the day when heavy rain comes after a thunderstorm, and the geese flying south wading over the mountains and rivers return home; it is the glorious season when apricot blossoms bloom all over the mountains and fields and "she laughs in the bushes"; it is the day when winter wheat farmers raise their ears.

It’s a good time to work hard with a hoe and sweat.

Frogs are croaking, insects are chirping, fish are leaping and sparrows are scattering, and the wilderness in early spring is already full of noise.

The kites soaring upward embraced the blue sky, and the people on the ground stretched their muscles and gathered strength.

Unknowingly, spring is coming to us quietly with light steps - in the spring-filled May.

May is a paradise for children. They throw away their heavy cotton coats and hats, run to the fields to have fun, and sing a spring song with a willow flute; May is a day for young people, a time of spring tides.

Hold your child's hand and walk with her, picking up spring roses to embellish the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly. Walking along the spring scenery, accompanied by a string of birdsong, go fishing on the newly thawed lake...

…May, the day of all people—the holiday of working people all over the world.

The days flow away like water, and the memory becomes increasingly mottled by the passage of time, but people have not forgotten this scene. The "May 1st International Labor Day" has become a special commemoration of their heroic feats.

The working people are the greatest people in the world. They use their labor to create the world, create mankind, and create the happy life we ??have today.

It is labor that has built today's tall buildings; it is labor that has built the modern information highway; it is labor that has turned the vast earth into a small village; it is labor that has turned the vast wasteland into acres.

acres of farmland.

Labor is magical, labor is great.

Workers use their hard-working hands and wisdom to weave this colorful world and create human civilization.

Let us pay tribute to workers all over the world on this special day!

In May, which is full of true love, I hold your hand that is full of cocoons due to labor, send my most sincere blessings, and listen to the hymn of your labor.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky" is a kind of life; "leaning on the railing, the misty rain rests" is a kind of life; "hitting the water in the middle of the stream, and the waves stop the boat flying" is a kind of life; "obscurity, selfless dedication"

It is also a kind of life.

In all kinds of life, labor is like sugar cubes in coffee, which makes our life interesting; labor is like a frame of scenery on the roadside, which makes our life bright and colorful.

May, true love in May.

In the tall building outside the building, in the long pavilion outside the pavilion, let us hold hands, shoulder to shoulder, with great pride and enthusiasm, sing a song of "Dajiangdongdong", and send the wishes of workers around the world to the distance and to tomorrow.

Let us cheer for tomorrow, sing for May, and high-five the workers!

Everyone has their own way of celebrating May Day, and the way our family celebrates May Day is to go to the Purple Mountain and take the initiative to pick up the rubbish thrown by others.

We got up early in the morning and caught the first bus.

Before departure, we prepared two large bags for garbage.

It's a wonderful feeling to get up before dawn: the street is not the same as usual. There are occasionally some vehicles passing by, but the usually crowded road is actually empty!

Some of the snack bars on both sides of the street have just begun to turn on their stoves, while others are putting out their first baskets of steaming steamed buns.

Not only was my stomach rumbling, my appetite had never been so good, and I really wanted to eat something.

I was walking in the middle of the road and looking at the winding road in front of me, I felt very proud!

Because there were no children on the road, I was the first one.

There are quite a few people who get up early in the morning of May Day to climb Purple Mountain, but most of them are old people.