A mountain kid who wants to be a miner.
Under the high gangue hill in Shi Hao coal mine.
You haven't had time to taste your mother's love.
I hastily recalled my painful childhood.
With a backpack and thin body language
I experienced the life of digging coal and collecting residual carbon prematurely.
Hutao Shasha drizzle
Not the pop songs you crave.
Ah, with your trembling cold feet
Measure the distance between factories and mines and the countryside
Your arched back
Bear the tenacity of silence
All I can think about is the hopes of mine managers and engineers.
The long-cherished wish of mature Prometheus
coal
The appearance of coal seems to be natural.
It is like a kind of soil.
Buried underground for thousands of years.
inexhaustible
People want to mine it.
Generations of miners
Crawl in the low and humid coal seam.
year after year
Born in a coal mine
Gangzi Mountain is my earliest concept of mountain.
Railways are parallel lines that I have known for a long time.
Coal is the black gold that I first knew can be used as fuel.
The jingle of cages.
This is the earliest sonata I can understand.
evenings
Gangzi Mountain is brightly lit.
And the flame of coal combustion
light
Sleepless night in the coal mine
That yellow flame
It is the brightest fireworks in the mine.
Fiona Fang is hundreds of miles.
More than one million brothers and sisters live on this treasure.
Coal dust shuttled through the crowd.
Endless!
Rough, crazy, gentle offspring
When he was born in the mine
It is the pillar of underground coal mining face.
The coal god told him that it was destined to be a good coal.
He dived into the coal sea and exhaled the tide with his lungs.
Coal undulating on the thin waves on the chest.
White skin is covered with sea water.
Peel into fish scales again and again
Reach the climax
Autumn subsidence of coal mine
Miners touch the coal tide like fish whiskers.
The waves beat against the coal sea without the other shore.
Wujin is rolling.
Honghuotian Ren Xia Jian
Miners really like this afterlife.
Cover him with shiny black gold.
Muscles are as strong as the rhythm of a coal field.
Descendants of the mine
Tell—
Stories and legends that follow the burning of heat sources
Mining bright coal spot
The mine hasn't opened its eyes at dawn.
Groups of diggers are humming my songs.
Dive into the ground for thousands of meters.
To choose the brightest red sun.
Shiny metal bracket
Open a crack in the front of the tunnel.
Miners and Wujin are closed like zippers.
We are China coal miners in the new century.
Deduct a magnificent poem of fiery life
Spring silkworm peristalsis.
Wave one's arm
The miners' blood and sweat gathered together
Black waterfalls pour on the land of China.
Small pieces of lively winter coal.
Run to all directions of the motherland's construction
About coal
Lived in a coal mine for more than forty years.
What do I know about coal?
People living around me
What do you know about it?
These are the answers I have been looking for all my life.
I have a lot to say about coal.
Want to say it. Crowds shuttling in the sun
Live a fast-paced life under neon lights.
I always suppress the inner flame.
Don't let it ignite me.
Worked in the coal mine for more than twenty years.
About coal, I love it all my life.
The coal digger around me loves it all his life.
It is the food and clothing for coal miners to support their families.
I want to say a lot about coal.
I'm afraid that once I open the topic, coal
The burning flame surged out.
Ignite me from the depths of the stratum.
Ignite the soul of the coal digger
About coal, about
A piece of coal that set me on fire.
This is my life.
Germination, growth, flowering and fruiting
Its burning flame, burning
Walk through my life
Nirvana in my life
The glory of my life
I can't see the flame of coal burning.
A piece of coal I know.
It was a coal scar deeply embedded in my father's back.
This coal scar. On my father's back.
It has been growing for half a century, and it is still growing wildly.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I am familiar with.
Still lying in my primary school textbook
It's not dark anymore.
As the rings turn, it becomes a little yellow.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I know.
After entering the mine, teach me how to be safe
A retired master who leads a quiet life.
His black hair has turned into mottled white hair.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I dug.
It races with me.
I run fast, so does it.
I slow down and it slows down.
I can't see its burning flame.
Living in a coal pile.
I returned to the country from the city.
Living in coal, snowflakes are in full bloom
In the cold, almost everything loses its primary color.
Only coal can calm me down.
In the nearby mining area, coal is like
Slave's family
so poor as if everything had been washed away—penniless
My black friend
Hold the palm and secret of the night
Those coals are shining with the sun, moon and stars.
Has always been what my heart yearns for.
Part. People far away from the mining area naturally don't understand.
That black and bright baby.
It often makes me cry for it.
My father who has been running around in coal dust for a whole year.
A father in a cotton-padded jacket
Finally sat down and talked around the stove all night.
-internal and external fires are booming.
Home is full of warmth and peace.
Living in a coal pile.
Snowflakes at the end of the year
Still dancing freely outside the window, it's late at night
In the mining area, there was a poet named Ma.
Still unwilling to go to bed
He wrote affectionately on white paper:
I am a quiet briquette.
I'm waking up quietly from a dream that leads to spring-
Carboniferous line:
Roots and seedlings are endless,
10 thousand people inspired thousands of people to see it,
The brighter the mud and water you throw,
Bright jade and flowing gold are extremely sharp.
Nanshan chestnut forest can rest,
Why forge hard ore in Beishan?
Casting a hundred knives for you,
Cut the whale into ten thousand pieces.
Loyalty, written in our hearts (ode to coal mine production safety inspector)
Loyalty is written in our hearts!
When the turbulent mist tries to block the sunlight,
When sudden coal dust and gas want to attack our careless production workers,
Here we are-
Coal mine safety production supervisor,
With a pair of golden eyes,
With modern test equipment,
With enthusiasm and loyalty,
Appears in the roadway stratification thousands of feet underground,
Loyalty and due diligence, written in our hearts!
Shuttling through the terrible and dangerous gas, coal dust and smoke,
Guarding the watershed between miners' life and death,
Known as the angel of peace,
With our superb observation technology and lofty sense of responsibility,
Fill young life with showers.
Not afraid of difficulties and obstacles,
Not afraid of the ambush of underground undercurrents,
Miners' lives are above everything else,
Our responsibility is more important than Mount Tai.
The most difficult places need us to move forward,
The most dangerous places need us to investigate.
Who doesn't have children,
Who doesn't have Gao Tang's parents,
Who doesn't want to sleep in his wife's arms and have a sweet dream,
Who doesn't want to make out with children and have a good family relationship,
But our mission is sacred and our responsibility is great.
Our shuttling figure is a safe landscape in the mine.
Our busy footprints are the guardians of miners' happiness.
We don't want to be near death,
But we found it first.
We don't want to be near danger,
But for the safety of miners, we are heading for danger.
We don't want to see one of our comrades fall,
We don't want to create a broken family.
For these—
Conscience has made us a frontline soldier and a leader in the front line of production.
After eliminating hidden dangers one by one,
When risks are difficult to resolve again and again,
We didn't rely on luck,
We don't rely on luck.
When our annual casualty-free output of/kloc-0,000,000 tons went down in history,
When our output reached a new high.
The heart of our security inspector!
Just like a smiling flower, it will decorate the dawn of the earth
Like an eagle, I feel the height of the blue sky.
We write our due diligence carefully,
We show our loyalty by actions.
Mining bright coal spot
The mine hasn't opened its eyes at dawn.
Groups of diggers are humming my songs.
Dive into the ground for thousands of meters.
To choose the brightest red sun.
Shiny metal bracket
Open a crack in the front of the tunnel.
Miners and Wujin are closed like zippers.
We are China coal miners in the new century.
Deduct a magnificent poem of fiery life
Spring silkworm peristalsis.
Wave one's arm
The miners' blood and sweat gathered together
Black waterfalls pour on the land of China.
Small pieces of lively winter coal.
Run to all directions of the motherland's construction
About coal
Lived in a coal mine for more than forty years.
What do I know about coal?
People living around me
What do you know about it?
These are the answers I have been looking for all my life.
I have a lot to say about coal.
Want to say it. Crowds shuttling in the sun
Live a fast-paced life under neon lights.
I always suppress the inner flame.
Don't let it ignite me.
Worked in the coal mine for more than twenty years.
About coal, I love it all my life.
The coal digger around me loves it all his life.
It is the food and clothing for coal miners to support their families.
I want to say a lot about coal.
I'm afraid that once I open the topic, coal
The burning flame surged out.
Ignite me from the depths of the stratum.
Ignite the soul of the coal digger
About coal, about
A piece of coal that set me on fire.
This is my life.
Germination, growth, flowering and fruiting
Its burning flame, burning
Walk through my life
Nirvana in my life
The glory of my life
I can't see the flame of coal burning.
A piece of coal I know.
It was a coal scar deeply embedded in my father's back.
This coal scar. On my father's back.
It has been growing for half a century, and it is still growing wildly.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I am familiar with.
Still lying in my primary school textbook
It's not dark anymore.
As the rings turn, it becomes a little yellow.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I know.
After entering the mine, teach me how to be safe
A retired master who leads a quiet life.
His black hair has turned into mottled white hair.
I can't see its burning flame.
A piece of coal I dug.
It races with me.
I run fast, so does it.
I slow down and it slows down.
I can't see its burning flame.
Living in a coal pile.
I returned to the country from the city.
Living in coal, snowflakes are in full bloom
In the cold, almost everything loses its primary color.
Only coal can calm me down.
In the nearby mining area, coal is like
Slave's family
so poor as if everything had been washed away—penniless
My black friend
Hold the palm and secret of the night
Those coals are shining with the sun, moon and stars.
Has always been what my heart yearns for.
Part. People far away from the mining area naturally don't understand.
That black and bright baby.
It often makes me cry for it.
My father who has been running around in coal dust for a whole year.
A father in a cotton-padded jacket
Finally sat down and talked around the stove all night.
-internal and external fires are booming.
Home is full of warmth and peace.
Living in a coal pile.
Snowflakes at the end of the year
Still dancing freely outside the window, it's late at night
In the mining area, there was a poet named Ma.
Still unwilling to go to bed
He wrote affectionately on white paper:
I am a quiet briquette.
I'm waking up quietly from a dream that leads to spring-
This is all I found. I don't know if you can use it, hehe