Begging it to go on.
Writers write poems about life.
I hope it can be beautiful.
If the vitality of youth is new green.
Passion for life is a touch of red.
We oil people are red and green pursuers.
Is the creator of poetry and songs.
On the towering derrick
What is powerful is the oil man's responsibility for honor and disgrace.
In a solid drill bit
The sound is the heartbeat of the oil man.
The storm remains the same.
When people are in front.
The bonfire burns endlessly.
A towering drilling rig can't crush the clank of iron.
The oil man's blood and sweat sparkled in the galaxy.
Flowing in the deep and distant sky
Oil people's love and affection sow the flowers of oil.
Fang Jing is in China, where the seasons are like spring.
flight of time
Time is hard to return.
What remains unchanged is the cry from the bottom of my heart.
Shocked the motherland.
A stone with the ambition of Lingyun stirs up a thousand waves.
Fly out of the clouds for nine nights and compete with the eagle for the sky.
Youth grows here.
The youth of life is stationed here.
The victory of the oil man is here, there,
-Southland, the once isolated capital of the North.
suddenly
But suddenly resounded through the world of the Chinese nation.
Young you and me
How to express your passion?
Let youth testify.
Keep company with the years
Hold hands and stare.
Forever brilliant oil front!
Actually, we are not alone.
Don't say we are Dai Yue.
Work hard regardless of criticism
Don't say that we have experienced storms.
Regardless of pain
As long as you have a caring greeting.
Affectionate praise
No matter how hard and tired you are, really.
We'd rather
Don't say stay away from the lights
Give up leisure.
Don't say a thousand words.
Block the inner call
For the happiness of "home"
Everyone's happy reunion
For everything, really.
We are not afraid of loneliness.
In fact, we are not alone.
Loneliness is a weak-willed chessboard.
Even though we were inseparable.
We also have no time to enjoy loneliness.
The biting north wind is just a constant weapon in winter.
Soldiers made of steel
Cold and fearless sneak attack
The burning sun is hanging high, which is the test of divine change.
A hero who loves the oil industry.
Ignore the sweaty rain with an open mind
Let youth testify.
Keep company with the years
Burn, youth!
Let our youth fly in the sky!
Let our youth bloom for * *!