May Day wind to the garden fragrance
Singing of labor on the beam
Work hard and dream high
There's such a crowd in the middle
They write touching stories with their sweat
They hold their dreams in their hands
They make a happy life with their struggles
They are at their mundane posts
Hold fast and do your duty
They have a common name
“ Laboure”
Today, let's throw our lens at
Middle-man's hands
Salute to the glory of the ordinary
Measure, point, correct
They use both hands
Paint the whole project bit by bit
Grab every little bit of quality
To provide the most accurate data protection for construction
is metal on metal
Give me a gorgeous spark
They are the most &ldquo on the construction site; Eye-catching ” The presence of
Labourer's “ Symphoni”
Little construction table
is where they work the material
Rust, sand, paint … …
They are in square pipe processing
Precision and force
Help the project construction with sincere attitude
Ensure the quality of the project with superb craftsmanship
They
In style
With sweat as ink
Move your hands and write freely
They have wrenches in their hands
Hard hat on
Leave your back to the blazing sun
In the wide land
No loss of energy, no loss of rhythm.
Make a beautiful poem
A pair of hands, a story
The builders of the middle
With their hard hands
To build a solid barrier
In an ordinary post
They are glimmers, but enough to light up The Times
in “ May Day ” May Day
Let us pay tribute to all who work
Thumbs up to all the strivers chasing their dreams