On the eighth day of the Chinese New Year, one by one wandering wanderers will bid farewell to their relatives and leave their hometown, and your parents will see your distant back, while you are in tears and forced to let them go home, but your family is praying that you can arrive safely and work
People, part-time workers, part-time workers are all people, there is no difficult work, only brave workers, tired? Tired is right, comfort is left to the rich, bitter? Suffering is right... But you can cry because riding an electric car to wipe your tears is safe.
No one cares if you're full of wounds.
No one is upset if you are exhausted,
We have no backer, we are mountains,
We don't have the world, we fight the world,
To live, we should open the way to the mountains and build bridges in the water,
Life you give me pressure, I give you miracles,
You have to work silently, and then amaze everyone,
Come on! Hit the workers!
