Power plant poetry high school

Daqing near me is close to my Daqing. No matter from afar or from afar, you can feel the light of oil flowing in the north, exposing the strong wind and time carried by century avenue in the border. Repeatedly read Chaoyanggou in Lamadian and Xingshugang of Sarthou. Even if I observe my life, I can't get out of your map of 6 thousand square kilometers to get close to my Daqing. Please tolerate my glory and dreams. The historical fragrance of your happy blooming makes me so drunk that I can't sleep all night and walk in the footsteps of an iron man in winter. We know each other with ice and snow and follow in the footsteps of the iron man. Facing the wind and spring, we become attached to the land, follow the footsteps of the iron man and become a green leaf on the wasteland. In summer, we rise the sun, follow the footsteps of the iron man, and tell the world in autumn that we are from Daqing. The scenery that is not old embraces every dawn with our peers, and walks into a banner to shout autumn, Daqing Day and turn red. It is the dusk when we turn yellow, and it is when we get sick alone in autumn and regard herbs as our hometown. A shallow person who falls in love with autumn and a name doesn't need hysteria, but slowly pours out the pain in his heart. This season is suitable for a person to cry for pain gently, hometown, autumn is at the border of the motherland, and the north is the north. The city is called Daqing, and he cried in his arms all his life 1959. The third well of Songji is limited to 1959. Is triggered by a noun. What I want to say is that some people's names are engraved on you, which is related to the industrial oil flow. They are the people who opened a new chapter in the history of the oil industry. This is a string of unusual names 1959. The names of Mitsui Matsuji and some people are engraved on the marble monument and in everyone's heart. It's very heavy. I am the smallest piece of Daqing, the northernmost clear water of the motherland. Daqing, a beautiful business card with a continuous lake at 46.58 degrees north latitude, no one knows how much I love Daqing, the goshawk hovering over Daqing to find its roots, the bluebird babbling in the Ai Chen wetland, the "kowtowing machine" working tirelessly day and night in the wilderness, the oil workers singing at dusk, the millions of people in Daqing and their fate.