The autumn of October is a harvest season. I am not a poet, but in this colorful time, I have the same passion as a poet. I am not a painter, but in my heart I can paint the most beautiful pictures of workers. Fifty years of history, fifty years of wind and rain, and the years have passed by in a hurry. Generations of Thermoelectric people have held up this piece of history with their free and easy attitude, proud and free style, strong perseverance, upright style, and devout faith. The bright sun in the desert. There is no charm like the singing and dancing of the orioles in the south, nor the colorful beauty of the black soil with abundant harvests. The wind is biting and the snowflakes are misty. The breeze slowly blew away the memory of time, and Father Time quietly turned around, watching wisely at the peaceful desolation of the past. The pioneers' firm footsteps awakened this sleeping land. The dens where they once stayed, the figures who were busy on the construction site, and the sound of the horn fighting the wind and sand to build the future have all been engraved on the towering chimneys. In the sound of gurgling water in the tower, in the land where the builders sweat.
When the first 3MW generator set started to be put into operation, the rumbling sound of power generation, rows of silver lines in the sky above the sky, the light illuminated the night, and a bright smile bloomed on everyone's face... …, the desolate land began to have a familiar bustle, and the sleeping land began a new life. The young entrepreneurs, their youthful faces, the Hunan and Hubei dialects, Northeastern dialects, and Jiangnan dialects have all sunk into the ground and taken root and extended. The lights illuminate the night of the small town, and their stories are integrated into the history of the northwest small town. . The stories of the past, the former builders and successors, some are old, some are octogenarians, and some are retired at home and enjoying their old age. The builders of those days, with the passion of youth, overcoming obstacles in the desert, and the passion of hard work, pioneered a new milestone in the development of the enterprise. These stories are passed down from word to mouth among the people of Thermoelectricity. The footsteps of those who left have gradually faded away, and those familiar figures have , the hearty words still echo in the memory of time. There is a saying called inheritance, which has been passed down silently by Thermoelectric people during the fifty years of ups and downs. We admire the dedication of those who came before us, and those who come after us carry it on silently. This kind of spirit has been precipitated and gone, and it makes Thermoelectric people proud and proud.
The wind and sand from the northwest blow season after season, and the rain and snow from the northwest blow season after season. Spring is blooming and autumn is fruitful, fallen leaves are colorful, and the pace of youth keeps moving forward. Back then, we had the pride of youth and ideals, and were on the path of thermal power development. Looking back casually, I have been with thermoelectricity for twenty years. The students from that year entered thermoelectricity enterprises from school and embarked on their own ordinary jobs. For more than twenty years, we have witnessed the company's vigorous growth. We started with 3MW generator sets and expanded to 3*6MW generator sets and 12MW generator sets. We have a glorious journey from power generation increasing year by year to annual power generation of 170 million kilowatt hours. Under the words and deeds of their old masters, the former new workers handed over their skills to the next generation of young workers without any reservation. In that hot summer boiler maintenance site, turbine maintenance work, and electrical equipment maintenance, old masters and new workers worked together and worked hard and dedicated themselves. In the bright main control room at night, beautiful eyes watch the alternation of day and night. The rows of instruments with changing numbers and the keyboards operated by the hands allow light to be transmitted to each production line. In the vast Gobi desert, the rows of towers are filled with our dancing postures. In the mountains far away, there are our employees who protect water sources, day after day, year after year. In the cold winter when the snow is falling, our heating employees guard the heating pipes and deliver warmth to thousands of households. Safety production is the eternal belief of our Thermoelectric people from generation to generation, because where there is family happiness and happiness, because there is the driving force for the sustainable development of the enterprise. We and Thermoelectric have grown up together. We hold the baton of our predecessors and run on the bright road. We have grown from small to large, inheriting the dedication and love for work, inheriting technological leaps, and inheriting the belief of selfless dedication. In this land, we illuminate the night with light. In the cold winter, we bring warmth to thousands of households. In the four seasons, we protect the water source of life.
We have gone through fifty years of ups and downs together. The picture scroll blown open by the breeze contains the story of our past. There is our pride in sweating in the wind and rain. We use advanced management concepts and superb technology to interpret the joy of leapfrogging. During the fifty years of ups and downs, we have been working day and night to compose bright, warm and sweet poems. We have gone through fifty years of ups and downs vigorously. After fifty years of ups and downs, we are the thermoelectric people who hold up the glory of the sun.