Who can write poems about chemical plants?

The sky in the chemical plant

The white fish disappeared into the sky. He lacks imagination.

Before steel supports and pipes penetrate the sky

Put on a rusty coat and continue to oxidize. This long-term idea

Iron gets cold inside, and white clouds get into the steel pipe.

They were absent-minded when they floated out.

String quintet in c major in chemical plant

Along with the steel is a roaring rotation. This will never stop.

Every detail is perfect, in c major.

Harmony and shock. If it is the first time to walk into the blood vessels of steel.

There will be surging, out of control. But it will also be cold by metal.

Stimulate more high notes. entirety

There is excitement, and at the same time it will remain solidified.

Examine, continue, fully digest and run in, and create a solid

Quality.

oil

Everything is chaotic before there are edges and corners. Black blood is hidden in the depths of darkness

A great event left a stain. The earth once left a quiet soul.

Those creatures who lived in the era of great glaciers or dinosaurs slept here.

If the teeth become thinner, hold those iron pipes tightly.

Moisturize the chapped lips of the earth. Black eyes under a white turban

They stared sadly at the robbery, and their blood was being eaten by robbers.

Many years after the Iran-Iraq war, there is still black blood in the Gulf.

Black oath

Before him, I was lonely for a long time.

Blank sentences and specimen-like history, no response.

Everything is as quiet as black blood, black blood! That's land.

Mother's blood! Black oath made by Iron Man

"Would rather live less for twenty years.

Desperate to win the big oil field! "

Still in the open grass, accompanied by a hurricane

Swallow the empty space.

Those rich people in the back! All the noise and excitement

Just turn Iron Man into a red symbol.

Formatting language

How many people in the back really remember the temperature of his flesh and blood?

On April 29th, 60, I was not born.

On April 29th, 2006, I stood at the Iron Man Memorial Hall.

Sobbing.

Sarthou.

Where the moon rises, this girl in a white scarf.

She is growing up slowly, and she doesn't know her beauty yet.

Her face is reflected in the lotus lake, and the fish and birds are intoxicated.

Her tall brother is busy studying high technology, and their father.

Left the most precious legacy: the iron man spirit.

Monologue of liquid oxygen tank at noon in summer

If the change is only for the deep cold.

If you lose those who used to be sloppy.

Freedom will be replaced by another kind of face meditation.

Not only because of change, but also because of change.

My heart is full of pale blue tears.

Will not change, and will never change.

Flexible plate of steel pipeline

Overlooking the earth. This is a grand sport.

Black blood rushes, passion endures.

Brew more power. This grand movement has no trombone.

No piccolo and violin, no sharpness and loudness.

They are thick and long.

A copperhead snake that has thought about this problem.

No sparks. Hand in coins this afternoon.

Start thinking hard. Climb your forehead with philosophical essays.

The chin gives birth to a spiral depth. If I keep opening and closing

Bite different steel, it must be

Endurance and suffering that no one knows. If you say

These are all imaginary pains, you

I don't know. There is also a copper wrench.

When thinking hard.

Young conductor

Once in the factory gate, towering cooling towers and distillation columns.

Magnificent molecular sieve and storage tank. As in a symphony

Horn, oboe and drum. Those pipelines with constant error correction

It's a wandering violin, roaring.

It's just a non-stop movement. Young conductor

The enthusiastic young man has a cool head.

Use a screwdriver instead of a baton in front of a huge musical instrument.

Enthusiastic listening, surge of emotion surge.

Happy words

Repeat every day, back and forth, just like a raging river.

Every day's movement and roar are like the alternation of the sun and the moon.

Every day's harvest and production is like watching in a wheat field.

Every day is built and broken, just like philosophical thinking.

Every day's order and rules are like a quiet wooden clock.

Every day has a beginning and an end, just like the wordiness of happiness.

Happy wordiness is sounded by independent notes in this chemical plant.

They are the screws, nails and washers of the whole movement.

Off-duty fish family

Imagine people walking on the road and riding bicycles.

This is a fish swimming on the highway.

The gate opened after work: a large group of fish swam home in a hurry.

Cook and enjoy yourself.

Leisurely and carefree.