Poetry about oil

Qilian Xia Shan

Author: Field

Qilian mountain, Qilian mountain,

I stood by you,

Holding Jiuquan luminous cup,

Fill your snow water,

In the face of all these lights,

Praise the oil workers—

Heroes start the rig,

Competing for oil;

One new city after another,

Emerge from the center of the sea of lights;

A pillar,

Walk from the mountainside to the top of the mountain;

Jinshan gives gems,

The wahoo spewed out crude oil,

Let this Hexi corridor,

Open a flower;

This makes us,

The smell of oil.

Qilian Mountain, it's my treat,

Take off your silver hair;

Above your head,

Wear an aluminum helmet;

Put your childlike innocence,

Turn into a red flame!