Contents of the May Day Labor Day handwritten newspaper

1. Rights! The joy of labor is like the long wind rolling through the plain where I grew up, bright, light and May. It is the day when heavy rain comes after a thunder and the geese flying south wading through the mountains and rivers to return home; it is the day when apricot blossoms bloom all over the mountains and fields. The glorious season of "Laughing in the Heart"; it is a good time for farmers to work hard with winter wheat and hoes.

2. Frogs chirp, insects chirp, fish leap and sparrows scatter, 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.

On May 1st, 3.18 years ago, in order to protect the rights and interests of the working people, the brave workers in the United States raised the banner of rebellion high, opposed the capitalists who bullied them, and won the rights and interests they deserved for the working people. Some power. 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.

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 of land. acres of farmland.

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.