Have you ever noticed their hands?
The lines of the palms are imprinted with toil
For a good life
The fine lines and ravines are like mountains and rivers
Crisscrossed their broad palms
For big dreams
Ink Book Fragrance Truth and Knowledge
Nostalgia in the palm of their hand
A pair of hands
Create beauty
Lay the groundwork for tomorrow
On the holidays that belong to the laborers
Let's get closer to them
A tribute to a pair of industrious hands that are often overlooked by us
Unrepentant perseverance
Three feet on the lecture hall
This pair of hands
Stained with chalk ash
Write and write between calculations
It is the transfer of knowledge
This pair of hands
Stroke the student's head
Under the wide palm of your hand
It's love and expectation
These hands clasp the book
Take me through confusion and ignorance
Sent me farther away
Unbridled youth
Tender hands
Never suffered from wind and frost
They are the future, they are the hope
With innocence and enthusiasm
In the pen, he paints a blueprint for his future and the country
It has always been well protected
But I know it too
Shoulders of responsibility There is hope in the pen
You can be quiet in the sea of books
It can also be publicized on the field
Hands in a graceful arc
Whisk away the sweat that rolls down
Immature but full of power
From the bones to the fingertips flowed with exuberant enthusiasm
Greetings everywhere
Strong and powerful hands
Maintain order and confront danger
With a fatherly warmth
There is also a guard-like majesty
Greeted with a smile at the school gate
Guarded day and night under the dormitory
Patrol the deserted trails in the dark
They are a little bit of reassuring light
This pair of hands
Holding is the direction in which the little white dragon is moving
It is a grasp of the rush of time
It is also the pace and direction of countless people's lives
I looked at those hands
I saw my ordinary but unusual class time
This pair of hands
Supported our trip
It has also become a scenery of the school
Every turn
Every site
What remains are the students
What remains is youth
A pair of hands, stained with filth
All that remains is the neat campus
A pair of hands, covered with ravines
Keep the dorms in good order
Can their hands
I also did not dip the spring water of the sun
Not stained with floating dust
Silent labor
The mouth is nagging continuously
The hand movements are non-stop
Not afraid of suffering, not afraid of tiredness
Overnight, bend down to pick up the warmth and cold of the world
For a moment, he held up the beads in the corners with both hands
One point at a time, hope and warmth filled my college days
Sometimes it's warm in the palm of your hand
Sometimes melting into the rush of the night
Begonias in March Ginkgo in October Snow falls in December
Always come and go as promised
Annoyed in the hands of Aunt Sweeper
Must not always be empty
Or the road that often passes
Inadvertently, the grass quietly cut her hair short
An inadvertent glimpse
Gaze intertwines with hand clutching sickle
Pleasant surprises
It turns out that love and hope, blessing and dream
All bloom quietly in their hands
Calm warmth
Look at these hands
Soaked in sweat and covered in calluses
Protruding veins
Like winding mountains
Stirring the blood of labor
The palm lines are rough as gullies
Gentle and generous
Dry spoon in handshake
Four seasons flow Time flies
One grand one, leave the fireworks in the world
Together a fall warm earthly stomach sac
Three meals were served
Warm is the four seasons of the world
Look at the hands that are haunted by the heat of the meal
Firm and warm
Scoop after scoop
Warmed up my college days
What is clenched in the hand is running water, which is cool
Engraved in the palm of the hand, it is a ravine, it is hot
Whether it is hot and cold, spring, autumn, winter and summer
A pair of hands that have endured hardships struggle to support themselves
The source of life, us
And the bright future that is coming
Solid support
The gulf between the fingers
It is the kiss mark of time
You use thick palms
Whisk away the dust from the bricks
Whether it's the wind or the sun
Your clenched hands never relax
You use your hands
Repaired the cracks in the windows
Inside the window is the sound of books
Outside the window is your busy figure
Look into the distance
You're also frozen in the landscape
Hope for the future
Young hands
Although not weathered
Still firm and strong
Between your hands
What lifts up is the dream and the future
A pair of hands with a story
It seems to tell their own experiences and stories
Just a glance
It depicts a unique dedication and perseverance
These hands
Or thick and thick, or thin and thin
Or strong and powerful, or delicate and lightweight
These hands support life
Weave out our gorgeous lives
Continuing the dedication of the laborers
May Day, workers' day
Let's remember
Behind this wonderful world
A pair of unique and determined hands
Hats off to the laborers!
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