I am a miner, weaving colorful dreams in this black world, and digging for the light of will deep in the heart of the earth. With wisdom and sweat, the myth of Kuafu chasing the sun continues.
The deep tunnels bear in mind the trajectory of life, and the roaring pneumatic drills are digging head-on, rolling up the waves of youth; the black and translucent coal faces are the fields where I harvest black gold, and the hydraulic supports lift up the safe Hopefully, the shearers will lift the veil of the virgin forest.
Taking over the baton from our predecessors and devoting ourselves to the hot mines, innovating through inheritance and developing through innovation, miners in the new era can no longer just immerse themselves in hard work. The road to hope in the mines needs to be guided by science and technology. .
After many years of fighting in the coal sea, I have developed solid wings. No matter how many ruthless winds and huge waves there are on the way forward, I can scientifically explore and dig out the treasures underground.
Just like the dark charcoal, under the simple work clothes are my hot feelings. Choosing the coal mine has established the coordinates of life. The wind, flowers, snow and moon, that is someone else