【正文】 of flowers are weaving and wandering in it。 Graceful willows。 “Unknown, selfless dedication” is also a kind of life. All kinds of life, labor, such as sugar in coffee, make our life delicious。 “Leaning on the fence, drizzling rain and rest” is a kind of life。 It is labor that makes the big earth a small village。 May is a festival for the elderly. Following the spring light all the way and a string of birds singing, we go fishing on the freshly thawed Lake... May is a day for all people a festival for working people all over the world.　　On May 1, 18 years ago, in order to protect the rights and interests of the working people, brave workers in the United States raised the banner of uprising, opposed the bullied capitalists, and won their due power for the working people. Water flows away like days, and the memory is increasingly mottled by the passage of time, but people have not forgotten this scene. “May Day” has bee a special memoration of their heroic feats.　　The working people are the greatest people in the world. They have created the world, created mankind and created our happy life today. It is labor that has built today’s highrise buildings。 It is a good time for winter wheat farmers to sweat and hoe and work hard.　　Frogs and insects call, fish leap and birds scatter, and the wilderness in early spring is full of noise. The kites swayed up into the embrace of the blue sky, and the people on the ground stretched their muscles and bones and saved their strength. Unknowingly, spring is quietly ing to us with light steps in May full of spring.　　May is the children’s paradise. Throw away the heavy cotton clothes and hats, run to the fields and have fun, and sing a spring song with a willow flute。五一勞動(dòng)節(jié)英語手抄報(bào)【十篇】　　May is the day when the heavy rain es after a thunderstorm and the wild geese flying south travel back home through mountains and rivers。 It is the brilliant season when apricot flowers bloom all over the mountains and “she smiles in the bushes”。 May is a day for young people. When the spring tide is surging, hold your son’s hand, walk with your son, pick the roses in spring and decorate the sky of love。 It is labor that has built a modern information highway。 It is labor that turns vast wasteland into acres of good farmland.　　Labor is magical and great. With industrious hands and wisdom, workers have woven this colorful world and created human civilization. Let’s pay tribute to the workers all over the world on this special day! In May full of true feelings, hold your hand full of cocoons and flowers due to labor, send my most sincere blessings and listen to the hymn of your labor. “Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, fragrant grass and green sky” is a kind of life。 “Hitting the water in the middle stream and restraining the waves from flying the boat” is a kind of life。 Labor is like a landscape beside the road, which makes our life bright and colorful.　　May, truth may. In the highrise buildings outside the building and the long Pavilion outside the pavilion, let’s join hands, shoulder to shoulder, be passionate, and sing a vigorous song to send the wishes of workers all over the world to the distance and tomorrow. Let’s cheer for tomorrow, sing for May and clap hands for workers!　　On May 1, we got on the train home. Facing the distant mountains, I can only say: “farewell, the friend who makes me experience that everything is hard won. Farewell, the friend who makes me know that no pains, no gains.”　　This holiday, my two friends and I went to the countryside to experience life.　　This morning, the sun was shining, which was a good time to start, so we happily got on the train back home. With our excitement, in the twinkling of an eye, the longawaited Xanadu has arrived. It’s really a place of transportation, and chickens and dogs hear each other. Through the window, the scene in front of me seems to be a beautiful picture: two narrow trees nearby are swaying in the wind, and next to the tree are several wooden houses and pigsty. The pigs in the pigsty are shouting, which makes me feel their loveliness. There is still a ditch in front of the cabin, which is kept happily. I seem to hear bursts of beautiful and pleasant songs. After that, we got out of the car and came home. Looking around, everything was simple. The ancient houses, simple furniture and people’s simple clothes. When I saw this scene, I couldn’t help sighing: “they must be very hard.” When everything is ready, we can’t wait to go to the endless fields and try the farmers’ hard work. Then we came to this field. Looking around, there were green and tender cucumbers, red persimmons and purple eggplants. ours. The task is to dig a hole because we need to plant cabbage. First of all, the adults gave each of us an iron catalpa. After demonstrating it to us, we began to dig by ourselves. When we dug each pit, we felt a sense of achievement, as if we were going to rai