Author: Field
Qilian mountain, Qilian mountain,
I stood by you,
Holding Jiuquan luminous cup,
Fill your snow water,
In the face of all these lights,
Praise the oil workers—
Heroes start the rig,
Competing for oil;
One new city after another,
Emerge from the center of the sea of lights;
A pillar,
Walk from the mountainside to the top of the mountain;
Jinshan gives gems,
The wahoo spewed out crude oil,
Let this Hexi corridor,
Open a flower;
This makes us,
The smell of oil.
Qilian Mountain, it's my treat,
Take off your silver hair;
Above your head,
Wear an aluminum helmet;
Put your childlike innocence,
Turn into a red flame!
Crazy red willow
Text/black elf
On the wasteland station covered with alkali white,
When the south wind blows quietly in the tin duty room,
Tell me,
That crazy red willow tree,
Dancing in the sun
In the frolicking and whispering of the wind,
Smile.
Tell me my eyes are broken in winter and spring,
The whole yellow river delta
Under the teasing of that crazy red willow tree,
The new members are all competing for this program.
When the naked spring girl wakes up in the wilderness,
With snow-white jade hands
Pick up the green dandelion,
Sophora alopecuroides;
It's that crazy red willow tree
Wandering in my mind,
Tell me,
She was taken aback.
Let the sun shine on butterfly lovers dancing in the catkins,
Let the legend of their love continue in the song of birds,
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree,
Hold the sun by the neck,
In the dark clouds in the sky.
When the rainbow has enviable seven-color feathers,
Jealous dressing up
The immortal sun time is surrounded by thousands of dazzling gold threads.
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree
Catch lightning,
The reins of a galloping horse
He doesn't want to go home,
He didn't complain,
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree
Break free from the shackles of salt and alkali,
Deeply rooted in stretched roots
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree,
Line up to welcome us in the autumn wind;
Throw bright red handkerchiefs and scarves like bonfires,
Lead us to the red carpet of Suaeda salsa,
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree,
Let the exclamation point of the rig soar into the sky,
Whoops, blow the horn,
Fight for Bohai Bay and Yuan Ye,
The ferocity and loneliness of driving away jackals
Silver shuttles hung high in the night sky,
Brocade back and forth,
Without considering,
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree,
Use a silver hook in the middle of the wasteland
Smashed the sinister climate of evil beasts,
The living space of the ferocious devil
Put red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple brocade,
Stretch everywhere
Send colorful dreams to the hearts of oil people
Carved a "tree" full of years,
Tell me,
It's that crazy red willow tree
In the smiling faces in early March and the songs of harvest in October.
She danced happily,
Crazy about him,
Seduce it,
Get rid of all the malicious blacks,
Evil, lonely, dark people
Oil-coated black elves,
In the young dream of the Yellow River entering the sea
She spread her wings,
It's that crazy red willow tree
Love in Liaohe Oilfield
-Commemorating the 40th anniversary of the establishment of No.673 plant in Liaohe Oilfield.
You come, I'll come.
You come from the mainland of Hubei, and I come from outside Yumenguan.
Hot-blooded children from all directions
Xinglongtai Campaign Rooted in "Southern Desert"
The wind and clouds of Liaohe River have propped up colorful oil fields.
The love of oil and the dream of oil are dedicated to the new era.
Aliaohe oilfield
I am attached to this magical land.
Meet under the Christmas tree and sing a romantic song for thousands of years.
Looking back on the hard work of that year, our parents are no longer young.
Looking forward to a bright future, the villagers always look forward to it.
No matter the ends of the earth or close at hand.
I want to say my love to you outside my dream.
You come, I'll come.
You come from Sichuan basin, and I come from the Great Wall of Xinjiang.
Hot-blooded children from all directions
Xinglongtai Campaign Rooted in "Southern Desert"
Thousands of wells converge into the blood of oil.
Qian Qian's ten thousand songs sing the wonderful of Liaohe River.
Aliaohe oilfield
I belong to this magical land.
Show one's voice and be full of lofty sentiments.
Looking back on the hard work of that year, our parents are no longer young.
Looking forward to a bright future, the villagers always look forward to it for a long time.
No matter the ends of the earth or close at hand.
I want to tell you my deep love outside my dream.
Karamay
Text /xjzwj
In front of my camp,
There is a bubbling oil spring,
Black, shiny,
Bright oil,
The endless flow of the tide,
The direction comes from ancient times,
Yes, towards the future.
When the sun rises in the morning,
The moon is swaying in it at night,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Who knows how many years this black oil has been flowing like this,
Who knew this black oil still flowed like this?
How many years,
Black Oil Mountain is its wordless monument,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Forty years ago,
The heroic oil workers came to the Black Oil Mountain,
Spontaneous outflow of black oil,
You finally flowed to the Great Wall,
Flowing to the yellow river,
Flowing to the Yangtze River,
Flowed to the world.
A place name called Karamay came into being.
A city called Karamay was excavated,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Only red willows are like sentries,
Standing in their respective posts,
Facing the strong wind from Mobei.
Only elms and poplars, like pines and cypresses,
Pieces, lines,
Turn the desert into an oasis,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Praise you, elm poplar,
You have no regrets about drinking sewage,
When I came to Gobi, I took root.
You tell fearless oil workers,
It's hard there.
Have your unyielding posture.
Praise you, Karamay,
Praise your magic,
Praise your selflessness,
Praise your efforts.
You feed us your black milk,
You hugged us with your great thoughts.
-This is the magical Karamay.
[Original Poetry-Youth Poetry]
To friends around us-night patrol workers on the front line of oil production.
Because of the cold weather, my body was frozen, my legs were too painful, and my dormitory was not divided. I applied to live on the team with the captain, and the leader quickly agreed. I am very happy to be with the front-line bosses and feel their daily life and personality. Write night shift workers-oil production nighthawk! Oil field black cat brothers!
You are like a bolt of lightning,
Straight to the night sky!
Patrol the oil dragon in the oil field.
A pair of discerning eyes, competing with fuel consumption,
Check the side of the well. ......
Root thermometer, the pillar of pumping unit,
Turn the second hand and return to the water.
Spring, autumn, sun, moon and stars accompany you.
Xia Dong is accompanied by sunshine and wind.
You are the proud night watchman,
Defend the oil city black cat chief!
Praise you, oilfield nighthawk!