Poems about coal and coal

Qilu yongmei

Yu Qian (Ming Dynasty)

Digging for black gold, saving Yang is meaningful. The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night. Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death. I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.

Seven-stop Yongmei

(Heshui Zuo)

After hundreds of millions of years of practice, I became a black gold, making the gods cry.

However, people should be satisfied and warm as spring, and the smoke will be blown away with a bang.

Poetry and coal

(Modern) Zhu Ziqing

You fell asleep underground,

What a pickle! It's dark!

How people hate you and are afraid of you!

They said:

"Who also don't near him! ……"

After a while, you danced in the flame garden.

In a dark, naked body,

There are bursts of red heat.

Ah! They are all red and hot, beautiful and bright! They forgot what happened just now. They all laughed and sang songs praising you. They bumped their bodies to make up for your dance festival.