Let migrant workers feel distressed when they see their hard work.

Talk about the mood of migrant workers and give them a message.

1. Just because we are migrant workers, no matter how hard we work, we will never get the same treatment as city people and are often looked down upon. We often have to look up to anyone, we often have to bow and scrape and be cautious, so we are still often rejected and excluded.

2. In their minds, there is a purpose, to create by their own hands, to take every step down to earth, not afraid of danger and pain. As long as they take every step down-to-earth and face life diligently and calmly, they will one day get the life they want and the happiness they want to pray for.

We are away all the year round, and we can't go home several times a year. Sometimes I can't see my relatives for three or two years. Our parents want to be empty nesters, our children want to be left-behind children, and our daughter-in-law Cao widow has suffered the same. Our children can't even remember our looks and are strangers to us; Sometimes our parents are ill and we don't know. We also know that parents don't travel far, and children don't blame us. We have failed to fulfill our responsibilities to our parents and our children. It is really impossible to do both. How can I not be sad?

They go to big cities with uneasy dreams, but they are treated with white eyes again and again. They worked hard on the tall buildings in the cold wind and scorching sun. They are never afraid of wind and rain. They just smile and face everything calmly, because they also have dreams in their hearts. They hope to create wealth and change their destiny through their hard-working hands.

Although the scenery in the city is good, we are not interested in enjoying it. We don't know where the gate of the cinema faces; Bars, tea galleries, dance halls, we don't know what they are. Our money is limited, our money is soaked with sweat, and we have too many places to use: parents have to see a doctor, children have to go to school, houses have to be built, crops have to be fertilized, watered, sprayed and harvested, some furniture has to be bought, and some home appliances have to be added. . . . . Don't say we are stingy, don't say we are stingy, we still have to make good use of our money, and we can't wait to break it in half, and we still have to count our days.

They have a sense of inferiority, but this little sense of inferiority is intolerable in real life. Perhaps many times, they can only bury these hidden inferiority complex, and no one will show them. They can only have the cheek and smile, but they have no choice.

7. The roads in the city are wider and straighter; There are more and more wheels on the road, faster and faster. Sometimes hurricanes with spinning wheels are dragged out of the ground; Life is dull and bloody, and the soul is not there. The longer the buildings in the city are, the higher the migrant workers' brothers who accidentally fall off the tripod are like a light fallen leaf, which can't hurt the intuition of the contractor and attract the attention of passers-by.

8. We are not as elegant as city people. We have no time to take care of it, so we have to make ourselves unkempt. We don't wear suits and ties like city people. We are often covered in dust on sunny days, and we are often covered in mud on rainy days. Our hands are not as white and tender as those of city people. They are often chapped and covered with calluses. We don't have the attention of city people, and we often roll up our trouser legs and sleeves at work. We don't have the gentleness of city people, and we all speak loudly.

9. Migrant workers have sold their whole bodies as if they were not their own. They want to get a meager return from themselves, even if they can only meet the needs of rural wives and children, but how cruel this society is, we should also look at them with colored glasses. Are they like rats crossing the street, or are they redundant people in this world?

10, we get up earlier than chickens and go to bed later than dogs every day. We are exposed to the heat and cold every day, which is common in the sun and rain. We don't have eight hours inside and outside, let alone holidays and sundays. We have no fixed place. We usually live in a shed and play on the floor. We have built thousands of buildings, but none of them belong to us. It is a rare progress that we eat three meals a day and see meat for ten and a half months. We are so tired that our backs ache and our legs ache every day that we snore loudly as soon as we go to bed.

1 1. When we see this small town that used to be a big city today and look at the rows of tall buildings, will you think of the working scene where migrant workers are working hard? Shouldn't we sincerely thank them for their brave efforts in exchange for the renovation and brand-new look of the city?

12, we are never picky, no matter how hard, tired, difficult and dirty we are, no matter what work we do, whether we are security guards or babysitters, whether we are carrying or building, whether we are carrying sledgehammers or big bags, whether we are carrying tile knives or pickaxes, whether we are pedaling three rounds or picking up waste products, we can make a little money. People say that migrant workers are urban architects, beauticians and repairmen. In fact, we know best that it is just a nice name and a compliment.

13 but the cruelty of reality shattered even their smallest prayers. Walking in the noisy city streets, they will be looked down upon. Even if you just take a bus and have more luggage, the driver will drive them away. Many times, they feel that they are redundant and worthless in this world, but after a long time, it seems that these have made them numb. Every time someone laughs at them, or the driver will kick them out of the car. That's all.

14. When we went to town, we were as curious as Grandma Liu and as fresh as Chen Huansheng. We are full of longing and fantasy. But the ideal is full and the reality is skinny. Only when we enter the city do we know that the world is big and we are small. The city is very big, but it is difficult to have our place. We had to shoot like headless flies, and we had to shoot like guerrillas to change places.

15, we have nothing, but we have a strong body, strong hands and broad shoulders. We believe that only through work can we reap wealth and realize our dreams. Migrant workers, in fact, we should silently pray for them, at least a little, to be able to reunite with their families with one year of hard work every year.

16, from the countryside to the city, the noise of the city makes them have a lot of yearning, looking at famous shops, beautiful clothes and beautiful furniture, and watching other people's children go to famous schools and receive higher education. They grit their teeth, work harder and walk more desperately on the road of their migrant workers. .

17, we have senile parents, gentle and virtuous wives, poor and lovely children. We also want to serve in front of our parents, and we also want to be with our wives. We also hope that our wives and children will have a warm kang and enjoy their family life. Who is not forced to leave his home and family, who wants to leave his beloved hometown and parents, who wants to be like.

18, fate seems to like playing tricks on people, or life itself is so cruel. It is difficult to build a building after a year or a long time of hard work. They look at their hands and smile, thinking that they can get their own rewards, but they still can't get their due rewards for a long time. They asked the boss for wages everywhere, dragged on, owed, and finally became IOUs. Sometimes it's really necessary. Sometimes I work hard and accidentally drop a finger, so the boss loses some money and sends it home with nothing left.

19. Back then, we came to this dream city with a sorghum flower head, mother's Melaleuca and wife's luggage. It is not that we yearn for the prosperity of the city, nor that we covet the wealth of the city. We don't expect carp to jump out of Longmen and become city dwellers one day. We know our weight, our humbleness and our lack of such blessings, but we also have the dream of pursuing a happy life and the desire to create a better future. We should make a living, live, survive and change our destiny.

20. Walking in the busy street every morning, you will inadvertently see several construction teams' cars, which are crowded with many construction workers. They wore uniform building clothes, which were wet with sweat and stained. These stains are the fruits of the labor of farmers and workers. After overwork, their faces showed tired expressions; Deep wrinkles appeared on their dark faces, as if they had been carved by a knife, which made them look like Cang Sang. (Please read the next page) 12 Next page

Sentences praising migrant workers

★ What do migrant workers wear? They are dressed in gray cloth and earth clothes, a thousand layers of clothes and rags. What do migrant workers wear? They wore red ropes, worn felt hats and amulets.

★ What do migrant workers have? They have hands, shoulders and Shuang Yi's legs. Migrant workers have nothing, no house, no car and no pets.

★ What migrant workers expect, children, days and ways. What are migrant workers afraid of? They are afraid of contractors, exposed roofs, and black-hearted liars.

★ What do migrant workers worship? They worship kings, emperors and working emperors. What do migrant workers need? They need technology, security and money.

★ What do migrant workers know, words, money and shovels? Migrant workers know nothing about English, officials and diseases.

★ What do migrant workers eat? They eat potatoes and cabbage, sweet potato porridge, steamed bread and pickles. What do migrant workers drink? Well water, tap water, water tank.

★ Migrant workers love each other, love each other, love each other, love each other, love each other, love each other, love each other. What do migrant workers hate? They hate rewards without merit, regardless of life or death, they hate exploitation and oppression.

★ What do migrant workers talk about, their wives and children, their dreams and their own jokes. What do migrant workers talk about? They talk about parents in the East and parents in the West. They talked about banquets and looking for jobs.

★ What are migrant workers crying about? They are bitter and sad, crying low and crying low. What are migrant workers laughing at? They are laughing at the New Year, collecting money and being at leisure.

★ What do migrant workers want? Equal dignity, hard work and a round home. What do migrant workers abandon, abandon health, abandon wearing bright clothes, abandon their hometown and village.

★ What do migrant workers boast about, their filial sons, their wives and their grandchildren who can run? What do migrant workers scold? They scold the dog's legs, the turtle's grandson, and those airs.

★ What do you mean by migrant workers? They refer to bosses, intermediaries and society. What do migrant workers want, luck, wealth and wages?

★ What do migrant workers write, write complaints, write contracts and write tears. What do migrant workers sing? They are singing a song, a song of tears and a love song.

★ What color are migrant workers? They are gray, black and natural colors. What is the form of migrant workers? They are slaves, dirt and poor people.

★ Migrant workers are the poorest, the most bitter and the most painful. There is something wrong with migrant workers, a little silly, a little dirty and a little sour.

★ What do migrant workers envy? They are jealous of alcohol, tobacco, beauty and power. What do migrant workers avoid, avoid illness, avoid distress and avoid disaster.

★ What do migrant workers rely on, physical strength, coolies and endurance? What do migrant workers rely on, test their rights, rely on policies and rely on civilization.

★ What are migrant workers like, like cattle, horses and livestock, like the old, the weak and the sick, like money-squeezing machines? What are migrant workers? They are the identity of farmers, the strength of workers and the object of their efforts.

★ Why migrant workers, for life, for survival, for livelihood. Migrant workers are not why, not for one side, not for the country, not for themselves.

★ Where do migrant workers live? They live in simple sheds, temporary tents and low-cost basements. What are migrant workers lying on, lying on rotten cotton wool, lying on broken cartons, lying on the wet floor.

★ What do migrant workers believe, fate, daughter-in-law, parents. What do migrant workers respect? They respect their ancestors, their government and the God of Wealth.

★ What do migrant workers think? They want happiness, escape and complain. Migrant workers want nothing, do not eat or drink, do not want to be buried, and do not want to be wronged.