Stand up.
Sprinkle yourself on the earth like spring, and stay with the sunshine in the warm sunshine.
It is our lifelong dream to be bright together.
Labor is the foundation of our existence and continuity, and how sacred it is.
Yes! The joy of labor, like a long wind rolling across the plain where I grew up, is bright and light, and it is May. It was a day when the thunder was heavy and the rain was little, and the geese flying south waded home. It is the brilliant season when apricot blossoms are in full bloom in Shan Ye. "She laughs in the bushes"; It is a good season for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe.
Frogs chirping insects, fish jumping birds scattered, and the wilderness in early spring was noisy. Flying kites are in the embrace of the blue sky, and people on the ground are stretching their muscles and saving their physical strength. Unconsciously, spring is quietly coming to us with light steps-in the spring of May.
May is a paradise for children. Throw away the heavy cotton-padded clothes and hats, run to the fields to play, and sing a spring song on the willow flute. May is the day of young people, the season of surging spring tide, holding hands with my son, walking with him, picking roses in spring and decorating the sky of love; May is a festival for the elderly, walking with the spring birds singing and fishing on the newly thawed lake ... May is a festival for all people and working people all over the world.