Guoqiang
When I was a child, I had an unforgettable impression that I was engaged in the power supply profession. This idea has been surging in my heart. She sometimes urges me to be passionate and sometimes teaches me to escape. It appeared in front of my eyes from time to time, like a hairspring, drifting away, getting together, excited, and finding a mountain of information, words and famous sayings.
Tower, pole, power grid, you are really my favorite attachment, which always makes me insomnia.
Occasionally go to Lanzhou for business. The bright morning glow, the breath of life in early spring, and the telegraph poles, iron towers and power grids all over the mountains are intertwined. The sun is like fire, it is a vibrant spring picture scroll, so pure and warm, so magnificent, looking around, this beautiful picture scroll changes with the movement of the car, infinitely nourishing the beautiful scenery. Or the iron tower, she always bites the tip of my heart and stirs up pentium. ...
The car bumped and the sun climbed higher and higher. Suddenly, in my confused sight, the iron tower on the distant mountain and the bright sun just overlap into a beautiful landscape painting. My heart seems to be lifted by the huge waves set off by typhoon 18. After decades of brewing, generate finally spewed out, and after several years of excitement, it finally released the spark of * * *. Yes, the telegraph pole tower, you provoked the golden sun and never set, and mankind has eternal light. The bright and safe environment contains warm and bright love, which satisfies the extravagant hope of being as bright as day and night. It integrates ideal love, bright love, childlike love and loving mother's love, hoping to laugh everywhere and share a bright and harmonious social prospect. Sunglow and Tower Qi Fei, the trees are full of light. Heaven and earth are integrated into the ideal realm of life accompanied by love, light and harmony.
At night, I saw golden lights, neon lights and colorful columns, reflecting a world of lights more beautiful than sunrise and more magnificent than rainbow. People may inadvertently think that it is not the brilliance of electric lights! But only those who have experienced the creation of the power grid and sacrificed their youth, wisdom, blood and even their lives know that it is the glory created by hundreds of thousands of electric workers with their hearts, talents and lives, the glory of the sunrise that God can never recover, and the beautiful glory of the tower dedicated to this city, countryside and hardworking people.
People say "the mountain is the peak", and I say "the sky is wide and the tower is the column". Look at it, holding hands, holding the blue sky, taking root in the earth, galloping in the mountains and valleys, crossing the Gobi desert, crossing the fertile rivers and standing proudly in the urban villages. Loyalty, like iron, keeps the light, warmth and strength between heaven and earth. It is this upright tower that supports this vast sky, supports the stars and moons all over the sky, and stirs the sunset. Yes, you are a warrior who never rests in the vast sky, a warm spirit of the rich earth, a shining bright spirit, and a Hercules who promotes world progress.
You are my special love. As long as I look at you, my heart will fly again and again. ...
It was a childhood that can never be forgotten. When I was four years old, my brother took me to dig wild vegetables in the mountains. I was naughty, pestering my brother around in the mountains and forgot to go home. When dusk came, my brother was worried. "Brother, go home quickly. You can't find your way home after dark. " After walking for a while, it was dark and I couldn't see my fingers. My brother doesn't know the direction to go home. He was so anxious that he was about to cry: "We are lost." I muttered, pointing to a row of telephone poles in front of me and said, "Brother, can you find your home by following the telephone poles?" There seems to be a flash of light in my brother's eyes: "Little fellow, you are still a ghost." After walking along the telephone pole for two or three hours, I finally saw the lights in the village. Since then, telephone poles and electric lights have buried an eternal idea in my young mind.
In a field survival training after enlisting, there was no breath of life in Fiona Fang, hundreds of kilometers on the vast Gobi Desert. After completing the training content according to the training course and marching route, I finally returned to the scheduled camp with the exhausted soldier Xiao Li, and the weather seemed to be unfavorable to us. There was a crazy sandstorm on the Gobi desert, and for a time, flying sand and stones blocked the sun, and the marching equipment lost its function. Xiao Li was anxious: "monitor, what should I do?" Suddenly, I saw a steel horn in front of my foot. "ah! Tower ". "Xiao Li, I have. According to the direction indicated by the compass and the direction of the power tower, the camp must be in front. " Around 7 o'clock, we returned to the scheduled camp in advance. It's the iron tower. You caught my soul deeply.
It was the first time that we visited the big tuyere of Alashankou in Xinjiang at night. When we returned from the terminal, it was snowing heavily, howling wind and snowflakes all over the sky, and soon the patrol line disappeared (the boundary line was only a trace of a plow). Snow and snow, headlights on, visibility less than five meters. The winding boundary line is slightly careless. This is an "international joke" for armed cross-border. The company commander had to order: "Stop moving forward". Suddenly, I found the flashing lights in the snow: "Report to the company commander, look!" " "When the company commander saw it, judging from the position, it must be the light of our post." Driver, turn off the headlights and follow the lights. "Light again, you touched the complex in my heart.
The earth sparkles with infinite enchanting beauty, and intense firecrackers are heard in the dense twilight. Every household is pointing to stick bright red Spring Festival couplets, and the fragrant spatula collides with a wonderful song as brilliant as water waves. In the dusk of New Year's Eve, happiness and drunkenness are a little bit, and finally the taste of the new century, as well as the rich sweetness and long-lost intimacy, are scattered a little bit! Through the half-open window, you can see a newly decorated and brightly lit house with a new oil painting of the nave. In the night, there are no pedestrians in the street. At this moment, the field is very quiet. Only those who protect the power grid are still working selflessly. The wives and children of electric workers put attractive dishes and filled glasses on the dining table in the living room, and then wait quietly.
Look at the bright moon on the mountain, the silver plate appears at first sight, in the boundless wilderness, in the cold wind, the steel and cement in the electric field will never be ruthless. Sunshine, warmth and light remain, and you still silently support the power grid. You are the spirit of silver gray, the spirit of electricity, the immortal power of the world and the spirit of light. You are silent, but you always challenge and overcome the cold, darkness, loneliness and unspeakable difficulties. You are upright and upright, but you never flatter the powerful. No matter how rich or poor you are, you spread warmth and light all over the world.
Along the electric network, I have completed a dream with faint feelings in my boundless heart, which is wider than the sea, like lightning, more eternal and farther than time; Like singing, it is brighter and longer than the stage. In an instant, the golden light shone, the sky was bright, the neon shone, the fields were silent, and the dogs barked slightly. ...
This is a bright poem, a warm poem, a dynamic poem, an angel poem, an iron tower poem, a power grid poem, and a poem praising the brightness of the world. She is real, eternal and vast. Its vastness has made me unable to eat well and sleep well these years, because my life can never be separated from her, and it has inspired my inner vastness for a long time: the world is brilliant because of you; Mankind is brilliant because of you; The earth shines because of you.
Although I will always be in a dark place like her tonight, I am a sincere messenger who writes praises for the light of the tower. She is an enthusiastic envoy. I sit in the dark and feel that light is eternal, not night; Feel her sincerity, loyalty and courage. My heart corresponds to the darkness in front of me. My quiet darkness is the opposite of her persistence. It is aboveboard, and it makes the world shine with its own impartiality. Tonight, in this darkness, I thought of her again. She is the pride of my past, the pride of today and the vision of tomorrow.
Telephone poles, iron towers, power grids and lights, you keep tying sensitive Qian Qian knots in my heart, hiding your feelings in the depths of my soul, and let me dream of you all the time!
When night falls, you dedicate your own brightness and brilliance to every lonely heart that is afraid of darkness, satisfying the extravagant hope that human beings will be as bright as day and night. You are the envoy of light.
When the cold wind is whistling and the snowflakes are flying, you spread the warmth to every home that needs warmth, and you are a warm angel.
The world is moving forward, and the steel and iron bones are constantly conveying infinite power. You are still the god of power.
Facing the light, I finally felt: isn't that iron tower all over the mountains a microcosm of hundreds of thousands of electric workers? Dedicate silently, give others light, warmth and strength selflessly, and let yourself be baptized by the storm in the vast Shan Ye! Hand in hand, sincere as iron between heaven and earth, let yourself hold your head high in darkness and loneliness and hold up the light! In my opinion, she is a portrayal of the character and personality of hundreds of thousands of electric workers! She is an iron rope, standing between the vast land, dedicated to happiness and light. It is she who stirs up the golden sun that never falls and keeps it bright forever.