Poetry about cement 1. Ask for two poems about cement plant, hope the content is appropriate, give full marks, and hope you are talented.
1, cement plant
I will stay for ten years.
Chemists, welders, assemblers ...
From gray to gray,
I've been through countless deafening nights.
Noise like a slap in the face!
I cough loudly,
In order to give yourself courage;
I carved lines on the dusty wall.
It's time to have fun in pain.
I am depraved and cannot be completely;
I am lofty, like a joke.
I cursed my fate,
It bit me.
A few people are silent and describe stagnation;
More people are like a duck to water,
Play their tricks loudly.
Oh, agree to this life,
It was it that taught me to meditate. It was it.
Completed my darkness.
2. 10th anniversary of Baolun Cement Plant (the name of the plant needs to be modified by itself)
Thoughts on the 10th Anniversary of Baolun Cement Plant
Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.
3650 days, no regrets in youth, no complaints in life.
Meet the standard in two years, exceed the output in three years and double it in five years.
There are many scientific and technological achievements, including provincial awards and national patents.
Refined management and establishment of ISO quality system.
Keywords provincial famous brand, exemption from inspection, dam construction, highway construction,
Wangguang cement has good properties.
Increase the output of Taiwan Province, break the record and sprint to the limit.
Improve quality, reduce cost, and get good news frequently.
New varieties, fill the gap, customer satisfaction.
So many miracles,
It is the ten years' hard work of Baoshui people.
Once a coal mine boy, today's soil expert,
Press "Bubble" for the first time, and click the mouse for the second time with the hand holding the pick.
Once a coal mine girl, today's chemist,
Rough work can be advanced, and precision work can also become a star.
My brother Mencius, I will never forget it.
You were repairing equipment that day and didn't come home for two days and two nights.
I arrived at the scene early in the morning, and you were too tired to lie in the examination room.
I resigned with tears in my eyes, for fear of waking you up too tired.
An old party member who collects materials,
Is a role model for my life,
For the benefit of the enterprise, we will not waver in principle.
You don't want other people's money, but you say people should have backbone.
You are not afraid of being threatened by others, so you go out with a knife.
One day, your son will come home,
You rode your bike to another town more than ten miles away.
I bought two Jin of meat, which was 20 cents cheaper.
What a good character! Have backbone and righteousness.
And an electrical engineer,
A private business owner hired you,
50 thousand annual salary, 30 thousand settling-in allowance,
But it didn't shake your firm dedication.
There are many such examples. ...
My brother, my colleague,
You have a clean life and a clean job,
Baoshui is brilliant because of you.
Ten years later, your soul,
It is still the pillar of our enterprise.
Has the cement plant in my hometown been built? (== )
I know when I am at home during the winter vacation.
A cement factory will be built outside the village.
The most important thing in the cave is the stone.
The square square is a simple and honest big bluestone.
Make the whole village house look different.
The worst stonemason in our village.
And a perfect hammer and chisel.
In my hometown
Every stone loves the soil.
Every stone breeds language with silence.
A thousand years, ten thousand years or tens of millions of years?
Every stone has an unfortunate fate.
But now a cement factory will be built outside the village.
The 300-mu mountain area suddenly realized the conversion from agriculture to Africa.
On the day of the groundbreaking ceremony, a long red carpet was laid on the ground.
The colorful flags with the name of the cement factory are full.
On both sides of the road and on the shoulders of children.
The grove beside the village.
It was sold to a thriving sofa factory a few years ago.
Now there are only a few sparse small trees left there.
The villagers dug three feet and used the roots as firewood.
Put loess in pigsty, and put cicadas and fireflies in summer.
My childhood.
The stones in my hometown are no longer talented.
Broken into pieces, and finally out of the barren land.
But has my village been restless ever since?
My hometown has been dusty ever since.
Blue sky and fresh air are my complete memories.
Follow me out of the mountain all the time