More than ten years ago, the author saw it at a construction site in the rural area of Chaoshan in Guangdong Province, and he expressed his feelings with his pen and wrote a poem "Migrant Worker".
It lay in my mailbox, so quiet, lying down for more than a decade.
Now, I saw it by accident and felt that it could express my feelings at that time, so I decided to let it be presented to everyone.
This is not so much poetry as a voice from the depths of the heart! I hope you can give some opinions after reading it.
This was the scene more than a decade ago, and it is certainly different from what it is now.
I hope that rural workers in various industries will get better and better, and their lives will be a little happier!
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His complexion was as copper
He was used to the sound of machine work
His home was far away
With his tender shoulders, he lifted the burden
His sweat was soaked in messy and ragged clothes
His lunch: a large pot of white rice + a dish and a soup; the meat is very fragrant, but it is pitifully small
He swallowed and gulped
Like a tiger like a wolf
In the evening, he would be on the construction site, sneaking around
Gaze at the gaze— the vastness, the returning geese in the twilight
In the middle of the night, he would occasionally call "mother" in his dreams.
Days of uncertainty
His money is remitted to his hometown on a fixed monthly basis
The rental house is damp and dark
His eyes were as clear and bright as a torch
He often thinks of his hometown
He often had dreams related to his hometown
In the dream, the hometown, it is spring...