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Poems about praising sanitation workers

1. A poem praising sanitation workers

I salute you on behalf of this city

-A hymn dedicated to sanitation workers

When the rising sun rises from the lush green of the city in Ran Ran, there is a smile rippling in every street and alley;

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 road where the car is coming and going, and quietly bowing your head to work is your ordinary figure;

how many times have I seen you in the streets where people are shuttling, and sweat and dust are flowing so brightly.

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

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

In the chilly spring, your figure appears first on the road;

When people are still sleeping sweetly in warm dreams, you have already started the dawn of the city with hard work.

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

while people are still enjoying a delicious breakfast at the table, your hard work is singing the melodious birds in the shade.

With the autumn wind blowing, you are still the first to get up in this city;

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

how many hard-working days and nights, you have devoted your efforts to the cleanliness of the city.

This is the simple and ordinary you, who lit every brilliant morning glow and then drowned in the sea of people silently;

This is the plain 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 to be grateful to you.

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

When all the streets are full of woven traffic, your figure glows with 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.

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

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

on behalf of this city, I salute you, and with a smile, I release my hope, and the prospect is changing with each passing day.

Praise for Sanitation Workers: "In the early morning, there is no light in the east, and the cold is cold. Thousands of families are still asleep, and sanitation workers have been on duty. Sweep the garbage with a broom in hand and push the car through the streets. One person is responsible for a large area to keep the city clean and bright. Love industry is the hardest, and all walks of life praise it. " 2. Poems praising sanitation workers

1. "Song of Sanitation Workers" Author: Liu Rongfa You waved a broom and swept away the residual branches and rotten leaves, swept away the floating dust on the road, and swept away the stars all over the sky. There was a slight rustle and whistle in the air, accompanied by birds singing and drunk the white clouds in the sky. The shaking figure was so small and humble. The glow of the fluorescent strip, which exudes sour fishy smell and humanity, reminds the passing vehicles and pedestrians that it has also hurt the secular eyes. Changing the season, changing the environment, but not changing your fiery heart, the clean and tidy world is full of flowers and plants, trees and your hardships. We fear God, the earth, life and you, sanitation workers. "Song for Laborers-Sanitation Workers" Author: It's raining. I said that you are the simplest flower among hundreds of flowers. You are dressed in orange, and you bloom silently in every corner of the city, whether it's spring, summer, autumn and winter or the rising and setting of the moon. I said that you are the most humble flower among hundreds of flowers, and you are always dedicating yourself in obscurity, looking for white garbage on the ground. You bent down and picked up countless cigarette butts and scraps discarded by people. No matter the heat, cold or torrential rain, you are covered with mud and sweat, a shovel and a broom, and you write poems about the feelings of small people on the earth. I said that you are the most holy rainstorm among the hundred flowers, and you are like a beautiful lotus flower, dredging and draining water without regrets. Look at the beautiful streets after the rain, and the long cold snow is flying. You are like a proud red plum blossom, shoveling ice and removing snow, and paving a road to spring for people. Your travel steps will always be accompanied by the morning star. You always go home with moonlight. When people are still dreaming, you have already flashed in the empty streets, let the morning mist blur your face, let the sunset lengthen your figure, and keep your restless pace. You guard the long streets and alleys, when the long streets become orderly behind you, and when the complicated cities become clean and beautiful under your hands, you proudly answer that people's lives can't be without me. Yes, our lives can't be without you. Our color is an eternal landscape, and your splendid flower of life has been colorful in every city. Today is a festival for workers. I want to sing for you, your beautiful heart, your ordinary greatness, and your vibrant orange color to make our home warm and beautiful. 3. "Poems for Sanitation Workers" Author: The brilliance of Wei Wang stars and moons dyed your temples white. The carving knife of the years engraved the annual rings on your foreheads, and the hard work engraved them in the calluses of your hands. That orange is the street lamp when the snow is falling, that orange is the refreshing warmth when the flood rages, that orange is the desperate courage, and that you gently lift the veil of the city in the morning and play Sasha Vujacic with a broom. The corrupt and dirty songs of laborers are all captured by you. Neat and clean are the traces left by you. The gentle greetings of understanding eyes and conscious maintenance are our respect for you. 4. "Complaining about Love" praises sanitation workers (new rhyme) Author: Chen Jun wears a star Dai Yue broom and is busy, sweating through his clothes.

autumn, winter, spring and summer are hard, facing the scorching sun, accompanied by frost. The streets are clean, neatly dressed and praised.

Beauty angel, dress up your home, love without boundaries. 5, "Sanitation Workers" Author: Xu Hong's child's snoring in the left dawn's call on the right by the faint light of the roadside to play the first note of the labor movement, orange overalls walking on the road flashing little light and hard sweat and dust, fallen leaves, Choose a good direction to pursue with garbage-dress up the city, watch the sunrise, watch the dazzling light of sunset, and the four seasons will grow wildly in the streets and lanes. The face with a little vicissitudes of life has endured years of snow, rain, wind and frost, and the hands of the broom cart have been worn out. Although tired, dirty but without complaint, it is only because of the eternal belief in the heart-to contribute its own strength to the development of the city. 3. Poems praising sanitation workers

What kind of power is the song of sanitation workers, which rolls the old earth into a ball of cotton wool? What kind of person is it, sweeping from outside my house to the end of the world? Not a typhoon, carrying destruction and chaos; It's not a flood, but a plague and a terrible time.

It seems like an unknown cool breeze, which suddenly drives away the flies, mosquitoes and filth that are expanding everywhere. Always at the moment when the ladies and yurts are collected in the long street, the workers hold brooms and meet the morning light.

Through a thin wall, he must be the first to see the ordinary people sleeping in the pot, and hear the fidgety, anxiety and swearing in the dream. Sweep the streets, sweep the woven bags and moldy paper cups.

The loafer's leather shoes and the woman's private parts are left, and the people's hearts are formed into cobwebs. -It's not his fault.

He was tired and hurt. He sat at the root of the wall and smoked a cigarette. At this time, the bucket truck carried away the lazy garbage. At this time, there were more and more garbage walking in the street. The song of sanitation workers in the morning, when you gently lift the veil of the city and let the whole city lie in your palm, the city is your street and lane, your crisp birdsong is also yours, and you are the richest man. Every day, you sing with simple body language, and you hear the city, the birds in the street and the branches. You are the quietest singer at the street corner, and you bow down like the glittering sweat on the back of a bridge. The bronzed face and the back painted with mature glaze by the sunset are the most beautiful scenery in this city. You are the most beautiful person, the song of sanitation workers, the broom is your eyebrow pencil, and you use it to sketch the beauty of the city, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, like a shovel, your weapon, you use it to remove moral garbage, you have lingered and wronged, and the streets and lanes are always your stage. You love it and care for every inch of cleanliness and hard work. As people say that their homes are getting fresher and fresher, I can't sayno. People say that the city is getting more and more beautiful. I say that the sanitation workers who don't contribute to the development of the city are the most glorious and beautiful. The song of sanitation workers (1) In the morning, you step on the morning dew and go to work, and the stars all over the sky greet you.

Your post is in the community, your post is in the alley, perhaps, your post is in the downtown area, or perhaps, your post is still on the main road ... wherever you are, you can always see your busy figure. Wherever your figure goes, dust, rubbish and dirt will run away without a trace.

regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of the wind, rain and sun, your figure always sticks to your post. Ah! You are proud, you are proud, because you are a glorious sanitation worker. Every day, you wash and dress the beautiful appearance of Quancheng with hard sweat.

The grass praises your diligence, the flowers nod and smile at you, the dead leaves admire your selflessness, and the snow praises your sincerity. Ah! Dear and respectable sanitation worker, you are a beautician in the ancient spring city. The people thank you for your dedication, and the spring city thanks you for your hard work. I hold a bunch of flowers for you, saying, you have worked hard, dear and respectable sanitation worker's song (2) ushered in the dawn of hope and sent away a happy night. The sanitation workers in people's hearts carefully dressed every corner of the city in the morning. Flowers kiss your smiling face for the first time because you purified the morning night of the earth with your holy heart. The moon warms your stalwart body with eyes. That's because your honest simplicity sublimates the taste of the city. The traffic police pay tribute to you, and the way to happiness is beautiful. Children salute you. You have opened the heart of beauty for young hearts. The citizens smile at you. You have created a clean and beautiful living environment. The motherland rewards you for your dedication. Youth never stops moving forward. Your style is a green leaf in a colorful world. A Chinese path Your spirit is a screen of a modern city,-an oasis, Sanitation worker: You are a beautician who decorates the landscape of the earth. You are a sculptor who casts the image of mountains and rivers. Sanitation worker praises you as a midnight lantern. You are a long shadow of the autumn moon. The lanterns dare not be brighter than you. The autumn moon is as long as you. You are a mountain top. You are a rainbow in the sky. Without your songs, the rainbow is your original painting. You are a twilight drum of the earth. You are a morning bell in Xintian. The morning bell rings by you. You are a street painter. You are a street painter. You draw a civilized city. You and Liangchun are proud of your singing. The golden dress in summer is the melancholy of your show hand dressing up in autumn. You slowly soothe the warmth in winter. That's because the earth clings to your fiery chest. Winter goes, spring comes, flowers fall, red shadows fall, yellow clothes never fade, stars move, and the red sun rises. Only the unchanging oath shines in your heart. I would rather be dirty than clean. Xintian is written to sanitation workers in new clothes. Night and night have covered every corner of this city. It's been many days since I heard the creaking sound of you pushing that broken car with the sunset, and the vicissitudes of life have gone through countless times to wave your shoulders repeatedly and listen to the endless telling of autumn by fallen leaves. It's still a long way from your breakfast, but from the moment you lift the broom, it will be a time of no regrets. Frost flowers are covered with your wrinkled brows like silver sideburns. The child's back, which has long been ruthlessly locked by dust, has turned a blind eye to everything in the eyes of passers-by, and has long since disappeared into the sea of people alone. Yesterday, he cried all night for your appearance on campus. You pulled your sleeves and wiped your eyes with morning dew. The tail gas of the car was mixed with the breath of a lady and beat your cheek mercilessly. You just lifted your sleeves and gently wiped away the frosty flowers in the corner of your eyes. Youth is the flower yellow of the past. The moist and smooth handle of the cart, which has long been ground by the calluses of my hands, has led her through more than 2 spring, autumn and winter with warmth. Xia Shuguang mercilessly stung my eyes and reached out blankly, but I couldn't catch the melancholy of tomorrow. It was a clean and tidy road with a smile. The traces I have swept have made the beautiful scenery of this city. On November 1th, 27, I will sing to my heart's content-singing the warm Xia Feng in May, singing the bright sunshine in May, singing the vast fields in May, singing the high-rise buildings and factories lined with towns, singing the simple and complicated labor, singing the ordinary and great figure, singing the ordinary and extraordinary creation, and singing the small and glorious thoughts in the festivals of the workers all over the world. I'm going to indulge the love songs of the naked boy, and look for the vivid faces of thousands of workers in Qian Qian ... I saw the morning star hanging high in the silent canopy, and the happy people were still immersed in their dreams. The busy footsteps of sanitation workers have played and danced the wonderful notes of the new day. 4. Poems praising sanitation workers

(1) Praising sanitation workers

In the morning, there is no light in the east, and the cold is cold.

thousands of families are still asleep, and sanitation workers have been on duty.

Sweep the garbage with a broom in hand and push the car around the streets.

one person is responsible for a large area to keep the city clean and bright.

love of work is the hardest, and all walks of life praise it.

(2) I salute you on behalf of this city-a hymn for sanitation workers

When the rising sun rises from the lush Ran Ran of the city, there is a smile rippling in every street and alley;