Poetic spirit of petroleum

Song of Daqing My friend, when you walk in front of the bustling city, has the colorful life ever confused your eyes? Have you softened the calcium of life? Have you ever run aground on the boat of life? The copper smell of power and money trading can capture your conscience, and the charming singing of crazy rock can make your upright personality moldy and fall asleep? Simmons forgot the wind, frost, rain, snow and drinking mellow champagne, and forgot the difficulty of his parents starting a business if your ears were gone. If you have annihilated the entrepreneurial flame in your heart, please come to Daqing to see what the land here has experienced, what kind of test Cang Sang has accepted, and open the history books of the past to see how salty and sweaty the brown ropes they broke in the former wasteland were, and how many red blood stains they wore. The pumping unit working in Yang Shulin is still muttering about the difficulties of the past battles, and the grass growing in front of Xue Guifang's tomb in the spring breeze is quietly telling the road about the pioneering yesterday. Looking at the scarred road, watching how the wheels of the 1960s flew to the East Oil Depot in the storm and snow, touching the remaining tracks. Listen to how the first oil dragon in the wasteland spread the song of victory all over the blue sky and went to Majiayao to find the lamp left by the landlord, Aunt Zhao. How did the first snowstorm hit the low eaves to the No.2 courtyard to pay tribute to the red tile house of the combat headquarters? It is a witness of history, telling people about the past years and the old leaders of the battle Committee. Where are you all? A quiet yard is full of lilacs, flying in to grab mud, and swallows nest in front of the eaves. A string of flashing place names will make you think. The land of heroes will keep you awake at night. Fresh blood will be re-injected into the withered heart. Pure spring water will gush out again. Let our ideal sail be raised again. Let the torch of our life be lit again. I will sing my childhood song again, catch up with the wheels of the drilling team and let the spilled oil shine on the children. Smiling face I want to lie in the warm and generous arms of bearded uncle and listen to his legendary life of drilling. The oil lamp lit up the warm night in the country. Tell future generations to cherish this red history book. It is a classic that will never be lost in our hands. I want to reopen the door of memory and let the brilliant flowers bloom in the fiery years. I want to find back the lost years and let the song of faith reverberate in my happy heart. The towering stone tablet of Sanjing in Songji stands in the wild blue sky. Let's kick off the oil conference and review the books of that year. How did the century-old elm tree in Datong town, the old revolutionary base area support the villagers and elders who worked on hard red land in the entrepreneurial era? How many times have their willow baskets brought bitter spring thunder to the drilling team, and the lightning of the soul broke out. Hold high the banner of victory and open the picture of the future. Let our spirit sublimate in the rolling thunder of Daqing Battle, and let our ideals sublimate a thousand times. Spread back and forth in the firelight, even if the reform and opening up policy is opened, why are you afraid of the evil wind and rain? Why are you afraid of floating debris in the world of mortals? In the magnificent entrepreneurial history of Daqing, how much lightning and thunder have you experienced, how many mountains and rivers have you swallowed, and how many changes have you accepted? You are Shan Ying who bravely flew over the historical sky of 1960, and you are Haiyan who proudly flew over the rough sea in 2006. How is Changhong unchanged? How can I write my poems without spreading them? How can the boundless waves of the East China Sea not flow into my surging poems? How can I not become my lofty praise? How can I brush away the smoke clouds of forty-six years to correct the future course? Daqing has been revitalized for a century, and the century-old oilfield is facing severe challenges.