We went to the depths of the desolate mountains.
The dream of pursuing light and hope
Accustomed to sleeping in the wind
Sweat gathers into electricity, illuminating urban and rural areas.
Footprints are strung into silver lines.
Write a youthful poem
Dear friend
When the temperature is high, the heat is unbearable.
You turn on the air conditioner.
Bathed in pleasant coolness.
When night falls, the lights are bright.
You face a color screen.
Wandering in the ocean of joy
Have you ever thought?
Under the scorching sun
Emergency repair that just ended
Chen Xizhong
Tired figure
Heavy footsteps and sweaty clothes
Still accompanied by our laughter.
Whenever a violent storm hits the earth.
The rapids flooded the seedlings.
It's the power dispatch that stays up all night.
Strategically deliver unlimited power to the disaster area.
So the rebellious flood was driven into the river.
Another bumper harvest year.
Carrying people's hopes
Day after day, year after year
Whether it's the scorching sun
Or lightning, thunder, rain and snow, wind and frost.
We have sincere wishes.
Convergent energy
We stand as strong as an iron tower.
With confidence and ideals
Pursuing the next sun
We are proud when good news is frequently spread in radio waves.
We are proud to be the eternal beacon of urban and rural areas.
The generator keeps turning.
The traffic lights kept flashing.
Our hands are drawing a strong current.
Inject into the pulse of the motherland
When the dawn comes quietly
Our bloodshot eyes
There is a great ship of the motherland.
Set sail
Youth flies in photoelectric light.
Passion sings on the dam
This is us.
Ordinary electric workers (believe me, that's it! Sure ~ Are you from the thermal power plant? )