Poems praising miners Poems praising mines
There is a city deep in the mountains
There is a city deep in the mountains,
Tall buildings Row upon row, mountains upon ridges.
Wires fly from one mountain to another like spider webs,
The electric locomotive drags the mine car back and forth.
There is a city deep in the mountains.
It is busy above ground and boiling underground.
Light and heat are produced here,
--miners go deep into the ground.
There is a city deep in the mountains.
The lights are brightly lit at night.
The street market in the sky has descended to the earth.
It stretches for ten miles, and it is difficult to tell whether it is a lamp or a star.
There is a city deep in the mountains,
inhabited by all-powerful heavenly soldiers.
The roar of electric drills and wind guns shook the earth,
Looks like a name that has never been noticed by the times
The hard work of working in the darkest and underground
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No one has ever welded the spark of the soul
It seems to have long been forgotten in the black hole
No, coal miners are sacred fire thieves
< p>Warriors dedicated to lightThe eyes of coal miners are the brightest stars in the night
The rough hands turn the heart of the earth like the fulcrum of gravity
His smile and sweat were burned by sparks
Translated as a classic of sunshine
Dedicate light and warmth to the world in need
Burn yourself
It is the common honor and value of coal and miners
The inherent meaning of life
It includes dedication and love
The most important thing in life A great feat
It is a torch
To fulfill the meaning of the holy fire in enthusiasm
Coal miners burn their lives without regrets
When you crawl out of the coal hole helplessly
My wife and children have become the journey home