That's it, one year, two years, three years
Numerous twists and turns, thousands of turns
In the eternal river of time and space, it flows in a hurry.
I believe that if you pass by here.
Then you can only choose to miss it.
Yes, it's ugly.
Without the surging waves of the Yellow River.
Not as grand and vast as the Yangtze River.
In a quiet corner in the west of the motherland
It is accompanied by generation after generation.
Witness the blooming and falling of dandelion.
However, it is doomed not to be silent.
Eventually, the sky will fall.
Fire, blazing fire
Cut through the boundless night sky
Break through the barrier of rocks
In front of great scientists
It finally became a hero.
Conversations written by Shen Kuo and Meng Xi, oil.
When the three become a wonderful combination
Since then, it has a resounding name.
-Oil river, oil river
Through the white clouds, it comes to us day by day.
Yumen Oilfield, the cradle of China petroleum industry.
Rising on the bank of the oil river.
Man Jinxi's team
Hear the warm call of the motherland.
They left their homes and traveled long distances.
They met at the oil river.
Sing a loud and sonorous song "I contribute oil to the motherland" here.
That bubbling oil
Deliver blood continuously for the new motherland.
Gathering is a fire, and scattering is all over the sky.
Scattering is all over the sky, gathering is a fire.
Countless people came here and left here.
Oil has since become the background of their lives.
Victory, in the Central Plains, in Jianghan, in Changqing and in Sichuan.
In the hot land where every oil man fights.
It flows through the heart of the oil man.
Love does not move, it is difficult to give up.
The deeper you love, the hotter you feel.
This is an inexhaustible river.
This is the vast blue waves that oil people nourish their lives.
In the depths of every oil man's rough and heroic body
There is an oil river in my heart.
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