Stop production, unemployment, diversion
These heavy words
On the emaciated bodies of the workmates
They gasped and gritted their teeth.
Don't let helpless tears fall down easily.
Cost remains high, stockpiling of unsold products has too many redundant workers.
The huge loss was caused by intestinal obstruction in the factory.
Pay cuts, rest breaks, layoffs
These are not workers
The way you want to live
Prices have gone up again and wages have gone down again.
A few crumpled renminbi
Curled up, hiding in the corner of his pocket, inside
They clutched the money tightly.
As if clutching their fearful fate
Earthworm, or my working brother
I saw those migrant brothers
Like earthworms walking on the city road
In the wind and rain, they have no place to live.
It is also easy to be stubborn, puzzled and rejected by local people.
They were amazed by the tall buildings in the city.
The earthy smell they are born with
It is not in keeping with the prosperity of the city.
The strange eyes of passers-by test their dignity.
Think of the old house still teetering in the wind and rain
Think of the frail old parents
The power to move forward is fermented in the inside of the body.
My earthworm brothers
No matter how many pieces the body is divided into
They will all strive to move forward
A cut to the contractor's expression of eyes
A interception to their own twilight
A piece of bright moon handed over to my hometown澳利国际
A section dedicated to the sun in a foreign land
There are a few pieces of inner vicissitudes of life
Can roll with tears
Passing by a newly built tall building
On scaffolding outside The Wall
Dozens of meters high
Two weak figures
In the gusty cold wind, he moved with difficulty.
Like two spiders
Defend the tottering dignity on the spider web.
Up, up a little bit
Climb, keep climbing
Dreams can be closer to reality.
The expression on their faces is very vague.
Is helpless, is hesitation?
When life requires hard work
They can only bite their teeth tightly.
To push oneself to that dangerous height
The building is ornate in appearance but empty in heart.
Just like the contractor's inattentive
On the scaffold, on the hanging basket
This group of spidermans
Put the hometown of firewood, rice, oil and salt in your heart
They are rivets in the cold wind
I hope they can pin down the wind
Don't make any mistakes.
Migrant Workers in Ticket Hall
These people who rush about for a living
In the crowded ticket hall
Flowing like the tide.
Their desire to go home
Or the expectation and dream of a new life as a bargaining chip.
The bet was on a narrow train ticket.
This group of migrant workers brothers
Perhaps, they are more like my uncle or uncle's face.
He has left his hometown and has no place to live under the foreign sky.
Exercising one's body with labor in reinforced concrete
The bridal chamber in my hometown and the dowry for my son are like mountains.
They were overwhelmed.
I don't know how many bricks and cement to move.
I don't know how much sweat and tears to shed.
In order to get a few thin wages
At the thought of this, they tightly clutched the train tickets in their hands.
Afraid of accidentally
I lost my way home.
Wu Ping, my hair is small.
A brother one year older than me.
From childhood to adulthood, my academic performance has always been better than mine.
He was the only child admitted to a famous university in inside in that year.
It is a star that the villagers of inside are proud of.
This Spring Festival, he came back
A crippled wife
With her newborn daughter
With a sparse head of hair
Come back with a suit of exhaustion
Wuping told me that he went to Baoan after graduation.
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