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.
You hold the iron fist of the brake handle,
Crushed the barbarism full of eternal silence.
You shook the cry of life,
Interpretation of the green desire not to be silent.
In order to make dreams shine in the vast night sky,
You reach out your hands to the heartless beggar for help.
Sharpen passion and tragic life,
You are swaying, devouring the hungry north wind, heavy snow and absurdity.
The sun falling back to earth,
Your eyes are closed day and night.
Shake the call of the wilderness,
It is the 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 channel sends warmth to the mother's anemic heart.
Cold as a snake's silence,
How can generosity touch its depths?
I want your frozen hands to build a white nest for it,
I want your tough personality to carve a spray for it.
On a cold night,
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 the shock and glory of the future in a quiet night.
You approach the giant facing the sun's projection,
Illuminate all thoughts on the earth with burning faith.
You melt the last warm candle tear into the spring smile,
But I can't see the tombstone made of delicious flowers.
This is the hometown where you carved stars and oil flowers in Daiyue.
The hand-planted Christmas tree is blooming.
Taste the first glass of milk you squeezed out with strong infatuation,
I am eager to measure your noble soul with the life of poetry.
Your sleep will always be a beautiful scenery in the northern night sky.
Deeply shining with the loyalty of those sons of oil.
2. On the vast Songnen Plain,
You drew a beautiful curve.
In the great industrial movement in China,
Your notes are great.
For energy,
You did your best,
Tireless,
Absorb energy deep in the earth.
When the train sped by,
It blows the horn,
Express your inner gratitude with a strong voice.
You smile,
Don't stop doing what you are doing.
When the plane flies by,
Its roar loud is to say to you:
thank you
Iron man.
You look up with relief,
But don't forget to lift the sucker rod.
Day and night,
Look at the full moon,
Wind, frost, rain and snow,
You stand still,
Bend down silently and straighten up again.
Month after month,
Look at the alternation of winter and summer,
Geese come and go,
You give the bird a resting arm,
Tell him,
Blood is gurgling at your feet.
With the sound of one,
Finally,
Stepping on the flame of 1600 Baidu,
From a stone,
I became a burden to you when I grew up.
There are thousands of brothers and sisters,
Set up your strong body,
I feel extremely happy and honored.
In the days of fighting side by side:
Watch the sunrise in the east,
Red sea of clouds,
Feel the warmth flowing from your forehead to your feet,
I am infatuated with beauty.
In the days of fighting side by side,
Look at the moonlight like water,
The stars are bright,
Let the tranquility of the night and the vastness of the universe melt into my chest,
I hum a lullaby at night.
A long time ago,
Tall buildings are springing up around you,
The wide highway extends from the horizon,
Extending to the horizon,
A long time ago,
The beautiful girl lifted her skirt at your feet,
An old man who lost his teeth,
Smile from ear to ear.
Yeah,
This is years of obscurity,
A grain of sand becomes a pearl,
A swamp turned into a city.
Yeah,
This is years of hard work,
A small stream merges into a big river,
A kind of perseverance grinds into a kind of spirit.
however
When beauty is all over the earth,
When the song flutters,
Aura is no longer important,
You're still unknown,
Bend down,
Have another drink.
3. Sunglow in Sardo Village,
Brilliant and full of strength.
The road is wide, the fields are wide,
People are determined to polish aluminum helmets.
Don't bow to the overlord,
Hold your chest and swear to win the championship.
Silent black soil moonlit night,
The train of the tanker sped by. Please correct the poem I gave to Daqing that year.
There are no villains in the country, but there are strong winds.
The feeling of hematemesis sowed oil seeds, and I was sleepy and hungry to eat the star pillow drill.
After 20 years in the world, this name will remain in the history books for thousands of years.
The lingering sound is unforgettable, paying tribute to burning poems in the form of letters and posts.
?
Grade 5 of Lin Yuan Primary School in Datong District, Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province: lin60206 18.