Poems praising highway people

1. Poetry and prose that praise highway people or highway people are urgently needed.

Sheng Tao

You're boiling the blood of a soldier,

Your skin shines with the light of a laborer,

You have the tinkle of iron,

Your hands are strong,

A loyal heart and the pulse of the times,

Jump on your chest.

Who are you?

You are a towering pine tree,

You are wintersweet,

You are an eagle fighting in the sky,

You are a mosquito dragon diving in the deep sea.

You are an ordinary and great road builder!

Your footprints are printed on every inch of the road.

Every bridge is soaked with your sweat,

You stand up straight, build a milestone,

You open your arms, build bridges,

You describe the beautiful scenery of your hometown with diligence, will, responsibility and self-confidence.

You played the music of the times with steel bars, water bricks, stones and sand.

A transportation network extending in all directions,

Closes the distance between region and time,

Broaden the prospects of economic development,

Realize cooperation in different places,

Open the way for us to get rich,

At this moment, your heart,

Full of the pride and pride of the builders!

Highway builder, you are the son of the times,

Keep pace with the times, blaze new trails,

You practice "Theory of Three Represents" with firm faith,

You have opened up wide avenues with solid steps.

The sun cheers for you, the train sings song for you, and the red flag flutters for you!

Praise you, passerby!

I said to Qingshan, Qingshan echoed,

I said to the sea, the waves of the sea are rolling,

I said to the jungle, and the jungle nodded and smiled.

I said to the people, the people spoke highly of:

Stand tall is your image,

Hard work is your character,

The spirit of paving stones is your soul,

You are the heroes of highway construction! ! !

2. There is an urgent need for poems praising road builders. Yan Di and the Yellow Emperor cut off the thorns.

Don walked out of the path.

There was a first emperor.

Open a bridge

Two thousand years later

It's us

Use wisdom and courage-build a thoroughfare.

City, country, we connect it together.

Mountains and rivers, we turn it into flat land.

we

Road workers today.

A "fool" who works silently with sweat, diligence and heat in the sun.

With Mu Na, perseverance and "pedantry" of quick repair in the rain wash.

As a city vascular doctor,

we

Road workers today.

The plateau lacks oxygen, but there is no shortage of roads.

The countryside is remote, but it can be reached everywhere.

Even if you are permafrost.

I also put you on the road to heaven.

Because we are road builders today.

because

Together with our road workers,

3. Sentence praising road construction 1 "Look, I built this road."

On the day I die, I will tell myself, like Paul Kochakin, that I will not be ashamed of doing nothing in my life, and I will not regret wasting my time. My whole youth and life have been dedicated to a great cause. My whole life is only for the road under your feet to be longer, wider and flatter, and for you to fly safely, quickly and freely.

If one day I meet a road worker who builds roads, I will definitely hold his hand to show my respect and gratitude. The second sentence is about our simple highway builders, especially the skilled workers of highway engineering teams. There is only reverence and unspeakable emotion in my heart.

For many years, they have regarded this road as their home and career. They are brave in hard work and willing to contribute, and played a magnificent movement in Zunhua, a land of three mountains and two waters. The in-depth development of the activity of striving for Excellence has ignited the enthusiasm of highway engineering builders for surpassing themselves and bravely striving for the first place.

Everyone knows that roads are made of paving stones. There are no paving stones.

Between the mountains, on the high scaffolding, under the scorching sun and heavy rain, beside the railway and highway, and beside the public telephone booth, you will never forget the mottled colors of the safety helmets, their vigorous skills, their simple and honest smiles and their sweat. You saw his hand holding the phone suddenly shaking with excitement and a knowing smile appeared on his face. This must be good news from his hometown. I think road builders are mussels with sand, and all kinds of hardships are just to breed a railway and road network as important as pearls.

Road builders are moths that break cocoons, and the smooth completion of each section of railway and highway is the most beautiful moment for them to turn pupae into butterflies. The road builder is a ray of sunshine, and he provides us with the indispensable "Wan Li Road" in life.

I think the road builder is just a small stone. They seem ordinary, but they are great.

It is these pebbles that rub against thorns and drown in the soil, but pave the way to the distance. It is these pebbles that sacrificed their own flesh and blood and sacrificed themselves, but they cast a ladder for us to fly to heaven.

Everyone knows that roads are made of paving stones. Without paving stones, there will be no smooth roads extending in all directions.

Paving stones condense life in cement and asphalt, carrying cars around without complaint, day after day, year after year, until tiny life disappears into the dust. Paving stone is a symbol of loyalty, dedication and integrity! Paving stones are a true portrayal of the spiritual world of our people! Paving stones, on highways extending in all directions, silently sing ordinary songs of dedication with life and sweat.

This is an ordinary road builder. They are sons, fathers and husbands, but more often, they are just ordinary workers who build roads. This is the ordinary road builder, very ordinary, but wrote an extraordinary chapter. This is the ordinary road builder, not the scenery, but creating the most beautiful scenery. This is an ordinary road builder, not a painter, but he painted the most beautiful and longest painting.

Because of the sunshine, life is so brilliant, because of the embellishment of rivers and mountains, the earth is so magnificent, and because of the ordinary road builders, a happy road of life is paved. I admire everyone who builds roads. They are really extraordinary. They work hard, they are hardworking, they are tolerant, they are brave, they are loyal, they are wise, they sacrifice, they contribute, they are unknown, they work hard, they rain or shine, and they have no regrets.

9. Be a pioneer with a whip-the most beautiful builder Dear friends, when you are driving on a wide and flat road, will there be such a scene in front of your eyes: under the scorching sun, a group of people are sweating, but they are still absorbed in asphalt pavement construction; In cold weather, a group of people's hats and coats are covered with snowflakes, but they still brave the cold wind to drill bored piles in the open space ... This scene may be too noisy for you to watch, but it is a true portrayal of our highway engineering builders. Sentence 10 For more than 1,000 days day and night, the road builders experienced the torrential rain that had not happened in 50 years, and were moved by life in the rainstorm.

After 10 years of heavy snow, I continued to write a touching chapter in the snowstorm. In the wind, frost, rain and snow, road builders carry reinforced concrete; Carry the beam of expressway construction with the backbone; A bright sky rose overhead.

Sentence 1 1 Some people say that the spirit of paver is a poem, but life is not as beautiful as poetry. We often describe ourselves humorously: "From a distance, it looks like a beggar, from a close look, it looks like a charcoal burner, and then it looks like a road section." This is the real life of pavers.

We are not afraid of the hardships on the road; Tired on the road, we have never been afraid. On the expanding road, we silently express our pursuit of life and our interpretation of honesty and dedication. Broad road conditions, beautiful as a rainbow, magnificent as Xiangshan rock, spread all over the motherland with speeding vehicles, in all directions.

12 I think road builders are unstoppable Populus euphratica. After being tempered by high temperature and baptized by heavy rain, they are still standing.

Just for a dream, let the railways of the motherland spread all over the country and let the highways of the motherland lead to villages and towns. In a blink of an eye, three years have passed, three years of struggle, three years of persistence and three years of waiting.

/kloc-more than 0/000 conscientious days have created a new milestone in highway construction. A faint smile and a happy expression.

The heart is flying and the dream is flying. Looking back yesterday, when construction started, there were bursts of explosions, high spirits when the subgrade was cut into mountains and stones, and ambitions when erecting beams.

One mountain after another has opened, one bridge after another has passed, and the protection of one slope has turned green, but it has aged the forehead face of the road builder. Road 14 is a paved monument and a towering road. Like millions of highway people, highways have been paved day by day for several years in this ordinary post, facing ups and downs, crossing hurdles and having no regrets all the way.

Static energy is far-reaching, and ordinary achievement is eternal. It is precisely because there are thousands of ordinary pavers like me in Qian Qian that we have criss-crossed road networks and bridges extending in all directions.

4. The article about praising the highway for lighting at night.

Every time I see you at the toll booth,

I want to know how innocent you are:

Noisy sirens accompany you every day,

Without rhetoric,

Without carols,

No one applauds you.

Work is always so monotonous and repetitive,

Life is so lacking in color.

Sometimes I have to bear ridicule and puzzled eyes.

But you didn't back down, and you didn't regret it.

Still stick to the ordinary post without regrets,

Always smile,

Bring sincere service to every driver.

When the earth is still asleep,

You raised your sober eyes,

When the sun goes down,

Your eyes are still so bright,

Traffic is endless, winter goes and spring comes,

What remains unchanged is the choice without regrets and the feelings of dedication to transportation!

(Wang Hui, North Toll Station, Binzhou Management Office, National Highway 205)

5. Prose poem praising road builders 1, "Road Builders" anonymous road builders, please allow me to say hello to you on behalf of my classmates. You are watering Jiangnong's aisle with sweat and time. You've been busy for months, and your spirits are high. Seeing that you are like the sun in May, with the fire rising, you light up Zhimin Avenue and the workers who build roads. You are doing great things in your ordinary posts. I must salute you. Rain or shine, you are there. You paved a spacious avenue and repeated the same work, creating different beautiful pavers. Your hands have made countless wheels and footprints. You will be blessed by God, and you will be countless. Later, I remembered that at that time, you had a shining name: laborers build roads, and your spirit is also the spirit of my parents, the spirit of workers and peasants. I must admire you, knowing that you are not alone, there are thousands of affectionate eyes staring at you in your heart. Cheer for you, your wet shirt reveals your busy back, and your shoulders are wider than the road under a red sun. The head is higher than the mountain. 2. The "road builder" is anonymous. I really want to hold the microphone in my hand and do it once. The singer under the neon lights wants to be a conductor sitting on the rotating leather sofa. If the president is destined to be a road builder, the fantasy will be crushed by a road roller. I can no longer yearn for the neon in the city and pray for the life of rotating leather sofas in high-rise buildings. Put a hammer on the mountain, let the stone break in our hands, let the hill disintegrate under our feet, and the river will be happy because of our sweat. Since then, there is no time to dream of becoming a singer under neon lights. From then on, I never had a chance to sit in a leather swivel chair and want to be president. So many stories of colleagues have happened, and there are many relationships between friends. On the road, there is the song of spring water and the silent warmth of hot mountain girl. 3. The road builders are anonymous. You have turned roughness into flatness, mud into solidity, sent away poverty in the mainland, ushered in coastal development, urban civilization blossomed in rural areas, and rural specialties settled in various places.

You wear an orange vest to write the glory of your post, and rows of trees accompany you. Spend the spring and autumn with a shovel and write life with a broom.

Follow the sun to the world and shed sweat and affection all the way. Road signs walk with you, and Ping An Avenue is the rainbow in your heart.

A road of love, a dusty time. Smile at the guests in the east, west, north and south, and all the joys and sorrows are in words.

4. "Road Repairer" was anonymously named Yandi and Huangdi, and the thorns were cut off. When Tang walked out of the path, the first emperor opened a bridge. Two thousand years later, we repaired it with wisdom and courage.

Cities and villages, we connect them together, mountains and rivers, we turn them into the earth. We are today's road builders, working silently with sweat in the scorching sun, and using Mu Na's diligence, "pedantry", perseverance and quick repair in the rain. We are urban vascular doctors. We are today's road builders. The plateau is short of oxygen, but there will be no shortage of roads. Remote rural areas are everywhere. 5. "Road Builders" The nameless asphalt and stones are the condiments of your life. The burning sunshine is your eternal enthusiasm. A cigarette breathes the sun, the moon and the stars.

As long as there is a road extending under your feet, your sleeping posture, your dreams and your gibberish will be more calm, romantic and warm. The roar of the roller is the horn of your labor, the boiling dust, and the fatigue of your falling late.

You spread the sun from the east to the west, you spread the season from winter to spring, you spread the congestion to smoothness, you trample ignorance and poverty under your feet, and you graft civilization and prosperity. I can't tell day from night, and I can't tell the meaning of cold and heat. A shovel will accompany you through the wind, frost, rain and snow, without any requirements. There are bursts of rough and straightforward laughter, a pair of thick cocoon hands, a body and a bronze back, which is a milestone in life.

You are a skilled tailor, sewing brilliant patterns and longevity on rural and urban fabrics.