Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
The bronze cast gold cymbals vibrated Jigang, and the sound spread overseas and to Rongqiang.
Ma Yuan naturally made great contributions, but the iron flute made no mention of the ovary.
2. Song of Cutting Two Knives
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
There is a knife in my house, and people are talking about ghosts. Luo is not blunt when cutting,
For a three-year discount. Artisans in the south and central China used steel, which then caused the plate to bend and hurt people.
Forged two knives, snow front frost. These two sacred objects are very thin in the autumn ice.
At first, the blade was quenched, and the toad sheath was wrong. The less boastful Ji is, the more uncut jade is, the less abrasive it is.
The Japanese test once grinded the edge of the Han River, and the chestnut in the palm was cold. God was afraid, but he accepted it.
The blade head has spit out a little smoke. A knife is like a knife, and the charm must hide the demon and fear it.
If a good worker doesn't change his shape, he will only entrust the box to the tailor.
3. Chibi
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
A broken iron halberd sank into the sand and disappeared, only to find that it was the remnant of Battle of Red Cliffs after grinding and washing.
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai.
4. "Six night poems at the end of Yuan Dynasty, the first part"
Tang Dynasty: Cui Ye
There's no hurry, the iron lock is fully open.
Who can do nothing on the moon? Where can I smell the light?
5. Send Li Shiyu to Anxi
Tang dynasty: Gao Shi
The line is opposite to the cornice, and the golden whip refers to iron. Wan Li fame, sorrow in a cup.
Yan Zhibei, Taibai East, Qin Cheng. Don't be disappointed when you are away from the soul.
2. I can't write a poem about steel myself, so I'll share it with you:
Iron Man Symphony
one
Steel
Feel the tragic symphony.
Not sad.
two
The breeze is blowing from all directions.
Blow a poem
I heard.
Notes of steel
inside
resound
three
As a steel rolling worker,
Every day and
Symphony of steel
Connect into a whole
Not separated
five
Like grass.
Take root in this land
Like a cloud
Embrace this blue sky
Although it is barren.
six
steel
This is a huge painting.
1300 million parts
De me
Bear the same burden
This burden
Enjoy this one.
Spur and encourage
seven
Steel melts and sadness.
nine
An arm
Woven with steel
Become a memory forever.
Having a warm blood cavity.
Sprinkle it on the steel
Fly out of the charming melody
They are the only people in the steel symphony.
The most touching thing
Think about them.
These people who are disabled and killed at work
My poem
Tears filled my eyes.
eleven
On steel
Close to the blue sky
Because of the height of steel
On steel
Acacia memories
Because of five thousand years' hardships
A long road
thirteen
Father is steel.
Gave everything.
I took my father's place
From a distant country
Steel is the glory of my father.
One of my milestones.
I passed with solid steps.
Across to another century—
A symphony that melts into steel
A force.
grand
A noise
A kind of brilliance-
I can't write a poem praising the steel workers myself. If other people's voices don't turn off the lights, the walls will stand up. I stood at the bottom of the pit. Who gets out of the mud and doesn't get stained? I'm covered in mud. Look, the water gun and mud pump are my weapons. It sucks. There is only mud opposite me. The sun is not easy to understand This river stinks and is boring. Even if it doesn't stink occasionally, or it doesn't stink that much, the citizens' faces are a huge blank, especially when they are face to face. How difficult it is for rich people to buy insurance? Press the button and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are all useful here. It's no use complaining. The fence is too high, full of dirt and pain. I feel nervous every day, and the grass in the center and around the square is full of flowers. I don't know who to show it to. Just like us, we need to sprinkle water. At this time, we cheated at the window of the train station. Second brother just pried open his door. Third brother got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there. Brother Wu was kicked out by the security guard and spat at them from a distance. Brother Liu's salary has been in arrears for several months (this is useless, an honest man who sighs)? They drink at night ... there is no tomorrow, the streets are getting wider and brighter, the suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and there is also despair. The supermarket is full of shelves, but when you turn away, a good day in a dark corner is like a cold wind. The hot pursuit wind will work for 365 days a year, and the second sister won't cry. Although her finger has just been run over by a machine, Third Sister can read and write. So what? The fourth sister followed a rich man, and the youngest sister's life was not bad. Let's not talk about it. One is standing across the street, and she doesn't know what to do. The other one has long since disappeared. Here, only Sun is not so rude. Between the dormitory and the factory building, only rain and snow are not so cruel. Between the ruins and the construction site, some people sang songs on TV, kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and others clapped their hands and laughed. It seems interesting ... but we have to live anyway. It's not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the abandoned endless land ... hammers, dark horses and hammers never understand tenderness. It tells itself that once a good metal is hit, it is hidden in the hardest stone. Sweat splashes, and a clenched heart pierces the sunshine and becomes endless singing in life. The most beautiful language in hammer life ... "A machine is old, Hao Maojun. When it gets old, it won't listen. It will treat us with a temper that we are not used to, but it is innocent, just like my grandfather, who is deaf and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes burned everyone, as if everything was our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I have been feeding carefully for a long time. His food and confidence in life: it's not that the older the machine itself, the more exciting it is, but that we have doubts about our habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including you and my body. Calm down and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down. Even if we don't need it and leave it intact, our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather is a thing of the past, and occasionally lives in a centrifuge in some of my memories. Why betray the rope? It has been ignored by the frequency converter. It suddenly emits a series of gases, just like a person laughing a few times, and then becomes an idle lazy person. I suspect that this is a sinister guy. I doubt it knows politics. Now its shell is hot and there are signs of fever. The electrician stayed up all night with a frown, red eyes and a measuring instrument in his hand. He yawned cautiously and fell into the chair. He closed the switch and pulled it down. Close it, pull it down, blink your eyes and say happily, "I'm going to sleep." "There must be another accomplice in the centrifuge. The whole production line is out of order. It is silent. No one dares to look down upon it now. It cuts a piece of time like a leader chewing a piece of black bread and a steel symphony (option 9). Wu felt the tragic symphony of steel, but it was not bleak. Two breezes blew poetry from all directions. I heard the sound of steel As a steel rolling worker, I am connected with the symphony of steel every day. Five take root and sprout like grass. This land is like a cloud embracing the blue sky. Although nothing grows here, Liugang is one of the1300 million parts of a huge picture. I also shoulder this burden, enjoy this spur, and encourage Qigang to melt the sadness. Made of nine arms of steel, it becomes an eternal memory. Blood spilled on the steel fly brings out a charming melody. They are the most moving parts of the steel symphony. When I think of these people who are disabled and sacrificed at work, my poems will burst into tears, such as the note 1 1. On steel, because of the height of steel, it is close to the blue sky. Because of the long road of 5,000 years, my father gave everything for steel. I took over my father's position from a distant country. Steel is my father's glory. I have crossed the monument of another century with solid steps-a symphony melted into steel, a kind of strength, a kind of grandeur and a kind of brilliance.
4. Urgently ask for an essay or poem praising the steel workers.
Accustomed to holding the pen and holding the steel bar tightly.
The heart is burning and hunting.
These flowers that never fade
Let simple life shine
A season of heavy snow
Take off the old cotton-padded jacket and show it.
The burning chest is ecstatic.
The molten steel flows like Youlong.
In July, the electric furnace is full of interstellar sparks.
The refined fine steel is as high as the sky.
Is it sweat or tears that flow into the corner of your eyes?
Blurred the rising index.
Steal some time to walk into the hot sun, my brother.
Wet hair is speechless and floats with the wind.
These butterflies fly very high.
Flying flowers
How green the spring breeze is and how light the body is.
How hard the bones are, how thick the blood is.
Let love give off fragrance
When the sun rises, let life boil
Infect dusk with passion
Wake up the dawn with the factor of knowledge
Freehand brushwork of steel workers
In the modern factory building, it is full of sounds and colors.
Microcomputer controlled production
A factory is better than a garden.
The process of eliminating pollution
Air conditioning keeps spring.
In a peaceful production environment
The most beautiful is steel flower.
Reflect on the face
dimple