I would like to dedicate this poem to the employees who are working silently on the front line of the gas station:
Joining the society with passion, coming to the gas station to endure hardships;
Touch We are tired from running and rolling all day long, and safety and hygiene must be in place;
Three meals a day are not at the right time, and there are repeated meetings for big things;
On duty during the New Year and holidays, I dare not leave my position for a moment. ;
Mysterious customers make people collapse, customers always think that the price of oil is too expensive;
I have no time to take care of my family and feel ashamed to face my elders, and I feel guilty and guilty when I return home;
The salary is not high There are still exams to be taken, and people feel ashamed when they are short of money;
Youth and body have been wasted, and the years of life are so embarrassing;
It’s not a good feeling to think about it in retrospect, alas! ! ! ! So tired. .