Quietly interest-free
So in the spring,
Like a green leaf
Quietly dotted with the beauty of the power plant
When summer comes,
Another landscape.
The trouser legs are covered with dew of water plants in the field.
Frogs on both feet have not been shaken.
They all smell of soil.
Floating for a long time
Maybe your sweat
Not for the land.
Maybe you bent down.
It's not the wedding.
Maybe your dark skin
It's not the sun.
But your simple and honest face is still full of smiles
You touch the earth with your hands.
Touch every corner of the power plant
after work
You are also involved in the flow of people after work.
12, impression of power plant
(1) Migrant workers in toilets
She is holding a dirty mop.
She is wearing a dirty helmet.
She sat on the floor of the toilet.
She must be thinking about her son at school.
She has a comfortable smile on her face.
I am an uninvited guest.
Accidentally invaded her space.
Peek at her happiness.
(2) Old workers
How many vicissitudes
There are many worried wrinkles.
How many people are left?
Never come back.
How many people came in?
I will never leave again.
Who am I?
Workers waiting for power plants for many years?
I woke up one night.
Pick up the work permit
Wear work clothes.
Put on your helmet.
Walk into the inspection workshop
Through the steam on the cooling tower
I only saw a flash.
Full of the shadow of the years.
(3) The way after school
I can't stop the sandstorm.
Like I can't stop the fallen leaves in autumn.
After the haze
I can't let dry dust settle down.
Into a continuous autumn rain
In this life, some wounds only happen once.
Leave a scar forever.
Eternal pain
Before the fallen leaves fall
Before the autumn wind blows
A chattering child who is absent from school.
Meet me head-on
I have a dozen sunshine in my hand.
Sneak into it
On their way from school.
13, power plant idiom
(1) Jinyi Night Tour
The tall chimney spewed smoke rings.
Standing in a dazzling corner of the power plant
The cooling tower is steaming.
The air is filled with moisture.
How many people are on night shift?
Always look up.
Sometimes I look at the moon and the stars are blinking.
So many days
Why does this happiness last?
Escape from my life inadvertently.
The only thing now
Only overalls and pens are left.
Work permit helmet
Rush along as usual
Forward again
Push forward desperately
Up ahead, just me.
The one who swipes the card on the 15th of every month.
regular wage
And endless classes
(2) Sweat like rain
We are at zero meters, below zero meters or
Above 13 meter
In the roar of the machine, with a hammer
Keep waving
Sometimes, we are also scaffolding.
Walk like a net
Welding crack
Let the fireworks bloom and fall instantly
No matter winter or summer.
We are all wearing thick work clothes.
There is oil on the face.
Put on a hat and a mask.
It is almost impossible to tell who is who.
Sometimes we talk.
Find a place where no one is there.
Look at the text messages on your mobile phone.
Or say a few vulgar words.
We just insist.
In this place called the power plant
Some equipment in the workshop.
sweat running down like raindrops
(3) before and after the flower.
Tonight, the moon is full.
You are underground.
The miner's lamp above his head
Sparkling stars
Strange brilliance
Shuttle through the busy figure
Tonight, the moon is full.
You put a piece of coal
An artificial smile.
With a faint fragrance.
Unscrupulously affectionate
Sweating profusely
One drop, two drops, three drops.
Tick-tock gently kissed the petals.
Use your hands.
Carved with soft petals
Tonight, the moon is full.
You said you smelled flowers.
Romance under Na Yue.
14, the power plant is fleeting.
(1) Huxianxiao noodles
At two o'clock in the morning, I got off work
The street lamp is dim.
There is not a cool breeze.
My love, sitting in Huxian small noodle restaurant.
Zhezhe north west lang beer
Eating steaming noodles
He wants a big bowl, but he is not full yet.
Eat more barbecue.
So, I like his generosity.
The way he smokes
His hearty laughter and tall figure.
At that time, we often dated in abandoned warehouses.
Then fall in love and live a simple and happy life.
The sky is blue.
Green holly is everywhere.
There are many white lilacs.
There are many kinds of customs.
(2) Night watchman
People mistakenly think that on the cooling tower
Floating is gray smoke.
know nothing at all
In that workshop called the power plant.
The person I love is busy.
He is wearing a yellow helmet.
Wearing blue overalls.
He often works the night shift, and his biological clock is out of order.
Hard to give up day and night, thin-skinned
Until later
He began to lose his appetite every night.
Cough up the blood of youth and have gray hair.
He is the night watchman of this power plant.
I'm watching a bright moon.
(3) Time flies
Think more.
Have a corner of your own.
You can collect tears.
Solidify loneliness and sadness
Leaving only happiness and laughter.
Think more.
There is grass all over the yard.
The moonlight in the yard is full of enthusiasm.
Stay with your lover and children.
Count the stars together
Think more.
Stay away from power plants and roaring machines.
Quietly tidy up all the beautiful fashions.
Tu Maybelline, Estee Lauder
Wear Bella Vera
Walking on a wet path
Think more.
Stay away from impetuosity and hypocrisy
A cupboard full of books.
Find a childhood candle
Candlelight, swaying in the wind.
Like water, it is green and fleeting.
15, the welding pattern is full of spring.
The sunset in the west is like blood.
On the scaffold, on the edge of the flame
Wandering around the power plant
Welding flowers light up the night sky.
A beautiful woman worker in bloated overalls
That dexterous handwriting is full of diligence.
Beating the melody of passion
The grass is tender green.
The flowers in March are full of poetry.
Welding flowers wear spring.
Our beautiful female worker is still busy.
Moonlight asked repeatedly, the helmet on her braid
Her rough skin.
A face burned by welding flowers for a long time
Labor made her black and slim.
There is a healthy and simple beauty.
The spring rain wet the green dream.
The song is floating, and it has been waiting for you.
The beautiful female workers in the power plant look like peach blossoms.
Chasing the rainbow getting closer and closer.
16, me and my Pudian
I never betrayed or ran away, and I never gave up at any time. In many storms, I have come all the way with my Pudian. In The Last Romance, when we smile or recall the lost bits and pieces, it is my youth without regrets. -inscription
( 1)
It is by no means betrayal and escape.
It's not flattery or praise.
Amid the huge roar of the power plant
Just like the wind and rain immersed in the hidden scars of rocks.
I am beating in the melody of the power plant.
Simple and repetitive notes
All I know is that in this reciprocating process,
Unwilling or safe
Past lives can't be verified.
Still full of expectations for the future.
My general electricity only has the main factory building.
High chimney cooling tower
A long coal belt
Flashing screen, busy helmet
Perseverance, changing the data in the master control room.
……
(2)
Change into work clothes every day.
I am a part of the main workshop machine.
At this time, I always think of the sky and the ocean.
Swimming fish, flying birds
I often have this fantasy.
Through the foggy glass
I see a cooling tower.
Magnificent gesture, steaming fog.
At this time, I am a drop of blood in the blood vessels of the power plant.
In the chaos of flow
Dreaming colorful dreams
On countless days and nights
In the indomitable persistence
Dawn tore the night to pieces.
Welcome a new day.
And my PuDian and I had to burst into tears.
(3)
For so many years, time is telling the story of time.
Luoshui is flowing quietly.
Weibei plateau
A touch of green hope in the green forest.
Grow tenaciously with an indomitable attitude
Rain or shine.
After so many years, we walked together.
I'm holding my book.
The charm of Huiluo water melts the ethereal spirit of Weibei Plateau.
Continue the concept of "safety first"
As always, create new miracles.
17 I am not a worker.
Don't call me a worker and don't put on a steam engine.
Imagine white clouds.
Thought the blue sky was clarified by the rain.
I will not put my hands together and earnestly desire:
I am not a worker.
I'm not a long coal conveyor belt rolling coal.
Black face and shining eyes.
I'm not the dust of jumping flames in the furnace.
Small freckles on pink face
I am not a busy figure in the factory shuttle.
The bloated tooling jumps with shy youth.
I am the steam dancing on the cooling tower.
Dreaming colorful dreams in the confusion of flow.
I am an electron in a torrent.
Find your place in the chaos
I am a light smoke floating in a towering chimney.
Drift away with the wind
But the life I love has been hurt.
Workers, what a powerful and inspiring word.
Now it keeps breaking in the storm.
Don't take being laid off as my pronoun.
Don't romanticize me with petty bourgeoisie.
Don't look, my crying cooling tower.
Don't say the roaring machine is my whimper.
Let me go, let me wander
Let me go back in time and wave it with a hammer.
Draw another circle with a sickle.
My gurgling blood returned to the years when passion was burning.
Don't say I'm too serious
Said I was too paranoid, said I saw it.
Heavy salt particles on my body, traces of daily work.
I could have been happy and relaxed.
Live a comfortable and happy life
But someone has to sweat and bleed!
Unswervingly guarding, again and again.
Accept the test of wind and rain erosion
My power plant, my years are like water.
My dream, my delicate feelings
Let the silkworm continue to spin silk.
Let the charred nest breed chicks.
Let the cicadas in autumn continue to sing
Let me sing with all my enthusiasm
In the disappearing color, the original innocence is cut off.
Spend your life in the mood for love.
My dream station shows my lonely flight.
The wandering power grid will eventually ring a passionate song.
The world will never be dark again.
On that day, please let me walk into the sunset alone.
No longer slim figure and vicissitudes of life.
I burst into tears and threw myself in the arms of the power plant.
……
A reincarnation, a song.
A youthful life.
The most shocking melody in memory permeates the air.
And you don't know that "we workers have strength"
These simple seven words
What kind of blood and tears were written!