Every morning, when people just open their red eyes and stretch their muscles lazily, your back has disappeared into the morning light in a hurry. Against the backdrop of the morning glow, only a few bright characters are left on the faded work clothes: China Power Grid.
Who is it in the scorching sun, in the lonely mountains, on the high iron tower, in the waist-deep farmland puddle, checking the lines, clearing the corridors, pulling wires, setting up telephone poles, letting sweat drip into the hot earth, letting mosquitoes and leeches dig straws deeply into your skin, and letting mud soak your thin clothes? ...
Who shuttles day and night in the large and small, dense running equipment, where they are needed, there are their figures. No matter whether it is hot in summer or cold in winter, day and night, in order to complete the equipment maintenance task again and again, it is sweaty in sunny days and muddy in rainy days; Blow your mouth in winter and peel it in summer. Fight?
Who did not hesitate to knock on the remote control doors of those substations? For decades, he was willing to be lonely and dedicated, day after day, year after year, exhausted his energy in countless "three shifts", inspected and monitored, and operated safely, so that his youth quietly disappeared in ordinary posts. ...
Who has worked tirelessly for the vast number of users for thousands of times, won the satisfaction of users with skillful business and superb technology, and smiled like Yan Yan. The company's electricity sales have doubled year after year, and the electricity bill has been fully recovered?
Every festive season, when families get together, when happy lovers snuggle up and stroll in the flower street, and when spoiled children laugh happily, who sticks to his post and silently transforms passionate love into electricity and sends it to thousands of households?
Night arrival, in the ardent expectation of relatives, your tired figure of victory and triumph is fixed in the glory of the first ray of light, flashing in the neon lights of the noisy city, and it is the simple and honest smiling faces on your face blackened by the sun. ...
It is said that your product does not have your name, and the lamps of thousands of households do not have your signature. Say you are small, you are not small, you are a group of messengers who create light; Say you are ordinary, you are extraordinary, you are a bright constellation on the southern land. It is because of you that the backbone of Hainan power grid has been propped up!
You all have the same name: Hainan power grid worker. You wrote a song of praise for electric workers in your ordinary posts! In this laborer's festival, I am proud of you, I am proud of you, I am song for you!