Son of oil
-Dedicated to the first generation of "Iron Man" Wang Jinxi.
If the lit fire can light up the motherland
You should be the brightest one in that smile.
If the flowing oil river can reflect the stars in the sky
You should be the brightest one in the vast sea of people.
The iron fist you hold on to the brake handle
Crushed the barbarism full of eternal silence
The cry of your trembling life
Interpretation of the green desire not to be silent.
In order to make dreams shine in the vast night sky
You stretch out your hands to the heartless beggar and ask him for money.
Sharpen passion and tragic life.
You sway and devour the hungry north wind, snow and absurdity.
The sun sets back to the earth.
Your eyes are closed day and night.
The call to shake the wilderness
It is the kind of expectation that you will never forget your life.
Your body rises and falls with the stars.
Such as magnets, to firmly support the derrick on the ground.
Your veins are full of lasting calling promises.
For example, the article conveys warmth to the mother's anemic heart.
Silence as cold as a snake.
How can generosity touch its depths?
I want your frozen hands to build a white nest for it.
I want your tough character to carve a beautiful appearance for it.
A cold night as clear as washing
Snow is tearing your heart.
I can't count how much I gave up.
A glimmer of hope for family reunion.
You endure the harassment and ridicule of mosquitoes.
Write down the shock and glory of the future on a quiet night.
You face the sun and approach the giant.
Illuminate all thoughts on earth with burning faith.
You melt the last warm candle in the spring smile.
But I can't see the tombstone made of delicious flowers.
This is the hometown of Dai Yue where you wear stars and carve oil flowers.
The hand-planted Christmas tree is blooming.
Taste your first glass of milk with a strong fascination.
I am eager to measure your noble soul with the life of poetry.
Your long sleep is the eternal beautiful scenery of the northern night sky.
Deeply shining with the loyalty of those sons of oil