Poetry about disaster miners

Pay attention to the voice of miners' celebration. Disasters often come suddenly, which makes it too late to prevent and avoid disasters, and some of them are often inevitable. It is the outbreak of hidden dangers, and mine disasters are stained with blood again and again, which makes life fall. What have we read in our grief and indignation, and what have we been alert to? There is no compassion closer to death that makes us feel sorry for our souls. Every miner is not humble in life. They are simple and friendly. They are like coal in life. In the warm years, what they feel is sincerity and warmth, as cold and firm as ore, which makes them understand their strength and persistence. Every time we go down the well, everyone wishes each other peace. In prayer, they saw their parents' staring eyes and their wives' smiling faces eager to go home. Those who have love, those who don't look forward to the new year's family reunion and peace, are all so extravagant in their eyes. Disaster safety is their eternal expectation. Don't bring blood coal, they don't sweat and bleed. The spring breeze in March comes from the heart of the motherland-Beijing. They heard the voice of concern for the miners. Please accept their sincere respect for the motherland. Deep in the stratum, they are still silently dedicated to you. Paying attention to safety and miners is their most sincere voice from the heart.