Poems praising sanitation workers

There is no light in the east in the morning, and it is cold.

Thousands of families in Qian Qian are still asleep, and sanitation workers have been on duty.

Sweep the garbage with a broom in hand and push the car all over the street.

One person is responsible for a large area and keeps the city clean and bright.

Love industry is the hardest, and all walks of life praise it.

(2) I salute you on behalf of this city-the hymn of sanitation workers.

At the beginning, the rising sun rose from the lush city of Ran Ran, and every street and alley was smiling;

That smile is like a piece of green vegetation, rendering the image of sanitation workers striving for progress.

How many times have I seen you on the way from car to car, and it is your ordinary figure who silently bowed his head and worked;

How many times have people seen you in the streets and lanes, and the sweat and dust are so crystal clear.

The environment is clean and tidy in your hands, and the gratified smile expresses your simple mood;

The city is beautiful in your hands, and the calm words express your selfless heart.

Spring is chilly, and your figure appears on the road for the first time;

When people are still sleeping sweetly in warm dreams, you have started the dawn of the city with your efforts.

In the hot summer, your figure first appears on the road;

While people are still enjoying delicious breakfast at the table, your hard work is singing the songs of birds in the shade.

Autumn wind blows, you are still the first person to get up in this city;

When winter comes, you are still the first person to get up in this city;

How many days and nights of hard work and dedication, you have contributed to the cleanliness of the city.

This is the simple and ordinary you, igniting every brilliant morning glow and then silently drowning in the sea of people;

This is the simple you, who wrote a touching morning song with the most sincere love from the bottom of your heart.

People may not remember the date of your festival, but they will not forget their gratitude to you;

People may not have a chance to pay tribute to you, but they will send their blessings to your eyes and your heart.

When all the streets are woven traffic, your figure exudes the charm of this era;

When all the squares are mixed with cheerful laughter, you let the citizens know the meaning of moving with your actions.

On behalf of this city, I salute you. Sincere feelings call for the prosperous atmosphere of the times.

On behalf of this city, I salute you. The moving voice defines self-esteem, self-improvement and self-reliance.

On behalf of this city, I salute you, hold hands tightly, let sincerity blend, and my heart is full of enthusiasm;

I salute you on behalf of this city. I smiled and let go of my hope, and the prospect changed with each passing day.

(3) The most beautiful sanitation workers

The horizon in the early morning has not yet awakened.

Your figure is in a hurry, shuttling through every corner of the city, dressing up the streets. ?

Let the early risers catch their breath. Fresh air.

The trailer is full of dust of life.

No matter the wind, frost, rain, snow, cold and heat, your sweat is purged only to make the world clean and suitable.

You are a beautician in the city, and the witch's broom is in your hand. Into a magical machine,

Suck away the dirty garbage and outline the beauty of the city.

The beautiful women in the street are in high spirits. But not as good as you. ?

You are the green belt of this city. Dress up busy streets every day.

The road of life is beautiful because of you.

(4) "Love" praises sanitation workers (new rhyme)?

Dai Yue, wearing stars, waving a broom and sweating like a pig.

Autumn, winter and spring and summer are difficult, facing the scorching sun and accompanied by frost.

The streets are clean and the clothes are neat, and they are praised.

Beautiful angel, dress up your home with boundless love.

(5) Seven Laws. Sanitation Workers (Yun Xin)

Wearing a brown hat and yellow clothes, bamboo broom often sweeps the bottom of the lane.

It is easy to be attacked by cold rain in winter, and it is inevitable to be attacked by hot poison in summer.

When you get home late, you always have to wait for the stars to light up, and when you get up early, you always have to smell the birds singing.

Don't complain about fatigue, don't complain about low wages, and care about the city.