Migrant Worker Lao Yang

In the distance, roosters crow Awakened the dream in the work shed On the construction site, there was a burst of singing The tower crane stretches out its arms to turn off the star lights in the sky Listen slowly and carefully The sun gives birth to the morning The morning glow is like blood Reflected on the faces of construction workers sang a lot of songs The melody of whistles supports the singing Penetrate into every brick on the construction site rough singing Like a gust of wind, drying up the wet mood The buildings look like monks sitting in meditation and listening to sutras A cassock made of dense mesh covers the whole body intoxicated with songs