A poem praising the power manager

Electric ode

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? )