Poems praising iron and steel enterprises

I can't write it myself. Other people's voices don't stop, the lights don't go out, the walls stand tall, and I stand at the bottom of the pit. Whoever emerges from the mud is not stained, and I am covered in mud. You see, the water gun and mud pump are my weapons. They spray wildly and suck me backwards. There is only mud opposite me, and the sun is hard to understand. The river stinks and is boring, even if it doesn't stink occasionally. Or not so smelly, there is a huge blank on the citizens' faces, especially when they come face to face. How difficult it is for rich people to buy insurance? Press the button and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are all useful here. It's no use complaining. The fence is too high, full of dirt and pain. I feel nervous every day, and the grass in the center and around the square is full of flowers. I don't know who to show it to. Just like us, we need to sprinkle water. At this time, we cheated at the window of the train station. Second brother just pried open his door. Third brother got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there. Brother Wu was kicked out by the security guard and spat at them from a distance. Brother Liu's salary has been in arrears for several months (this is useless, an honest man who sighs)? They drink at night ... there is no tomorrow, the streets are getting wider and brighter, the suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and there is also despair. The supermarket is full of shelves, but when you turn away, a good day in a dark corner is like a cold wind. The hot pursuit wind will work for 365 days a year, and the second sister won't cry. Although her finger has just been run over by a machine, Third Sister can read and write. So what? The fourth sister followed a rich man, and the youngest sister's life was not bad. Let's not talk about it. One is standing across the street, and she doesn't know what to do. The other one has long since disappeared. Here, only Sun is not so rude. Between the dormitory and the factory building, only rain and snow are not so cruel. Between the ruins and the construction site, some people sang songs on TV, kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and others clapped their hands and laughed. It seems interesting ... but we have to live anyway. It's not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the abandoned endless land ... hammers, dark horses and hammers never understand tenderness. It tells itself that once a good metal is hit, it is hidden in the hardest stone. Sweat splashes, and a clenched heart pierces the sunshine and becomes endless singing in life. The most beautiful language in hammer life ... "A machine is old, Hao Maojun. When it gets old, it won't listen. It will treat us with a temper that we are not used to, but it is innocent, just like my grandfather, who is deaf and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes burned everyone, as if everything was our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I have been feeding carefully for a long time. His food and confidence in life: it's not that the older the machine itself, the more exciting it is, but that we have doubts about our habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including you and my body. Calm down and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down. Even if we don't need it and leave it intact, our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather is a thing of the past, and occasionally lives in a centrifuge in some of my memories. Why betray the rope? It has been ignored by the frequency converter. It suddenly emits a series of gases, just like a person laughing a few times, and then becomes an idle lazy person. I suspect that this is a sinister guy. I doubt it knows politics. Now its shell is hot and there are signs of fever. The electrician stayed up all night frowning, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was holding a measuring instrument. He yawned carefully and repeatedly. He sat in the chair, turned on the switch and pulled it down. He winked and said happily, "I have to go to bed." "Centrifuge must have another accomplice. The whole production line is paralyzed. It is silent. Now no one dares to underestimate. It cut off a piece of time like a leader and chewed off a symphony of black bread and steel. (Choose 9) Wu feels the tragic symphony of steel, but he is not sad. I heard the sound of steel echoing inside. As a steel rolling worker, I am connected with the symphony of steel every day. Five pieces take root and sprout like grass. This land is like a cloud embracing the blue sky. Although barren, six pieces of steel are one-third of a huge painting. I also shoulder this burden and enjoy this spur. Seven pieces of steel encourage the melting of sadness and ninety-one arms. They are woven in steel and become eternal memories, which is the most moving part of the steel symphony. When I think of these people who are disabled and sacrificed at work, my poems will burst into tears, such as the note 1 1. I am close to the blue sky on steel, because the height of steel is nostalgic on steel, because of the hardships and long road of 5000 years. Thirteen fathers gave everything for steel, and I came from afar to take my father's place. Our national steel is the glory of my father, and it is a milestone for me. I stride across it to another century with solid steps-a symphony that melts into steel, a strength, a grandeur, a dazzling, a fragile and tenacious life, and a ferocious spark. * * * Pentium river, a godsend encounter. Beating melody, roaring song. I looked from a distance and applauded warmly. Smile! Come on! Come on! That is the light given by brilliant life, and that is the strength given by belated hope. Stand here and stare ahead. Did you get a look at him? Did you hear that? My metal life! I will never fade Tang Gang! I am an employee of Tangshan Iron and Steel Group ~ Our factory is also holding a poetry contest ~ This is my work ~ It's ugly ~ What I wrote is gone, so I'd better pass it on to others: hammers, dark horses, hammers never understand tenderness. Practice tenacity all your life. It tells itself that once a good metal is hit, it is hidden in the hardest stone. Sweat splashes, and a clenched heart pierces the sunshine and becomes endless singing in life. The most beautiful language in a hammer's life ... "A machine is old, Hao Maojun. When it gets old, it won't listen. It will treat us with a temper that we are not used to, but it is innocent, just like my grandfather, who is deaf and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes burned everyone, as if everything was our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I have been feeding carefully for a long time. His food and confidence in life: it's not that the older the machine itself, the more exciting it is, but that we have doubts about our habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including you and my body. Calm down and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down. Even if we don't need it and leave it intact, our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather is a thing of the past, and occasionally lives in a centrifuge in some of my memories. Why betray the rope? It has been ignored by the frequency converter. It suddenly emits a series of gases, just like a person laughing a few times, and then becomes an idle lazy person. I suspect that this is a sinister guy. I doubt it knows politics. Now its shell is hot and there are signs of fever. The electrician stayed up all night frowning, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was holding a measuring instrument. He yawned carefully and repeatedly. He sat in the chair, turned on the switch and pulled it down. He winked and said happily, "I have to go to bed." There must be another accomplice in the centrifuge. The whole production line is paralyzed. It is silent. Now no one dares to underestimate. It cut off a piece of time like a leader and chewed off a symphony of black bread and steel. (Choose 9) Wu feels the tragic symphony of steel, but he is not sad. I heard the sound of steel echoing inside. As a steel rolling worker, I am connected with the symphony of steel every day. Five pieces take root and sprout like grass. This land is like a cloud embracing the blue sky. Although barren, six pieces of steel are one-third of a huge painting. I also shoulder this burden and enjoy this spur. Seven pieces of steel encourage the melting of sadness and ninety-one arms. They are woven in steel and become eternal memories, which is the most moving part of the steel symphony. When I think of these people who are disabled and sacrificed at work, my poems will burst into tears, such as the note 1 1. I am close to the blue sky on steel, because the height of steel is nostalgic on steel. Because of five thousand years of hardships and a long way, my father gave everything for steel. I took my father's place from afar. The steel of our country is the glory of my father and a milestone for me. I crossed it with solid steps to another century-a symphony of steel, a kind of strength, a kind of majesty, a kind of noise, a kind of brilliance-8 minutes of original creation, don't turn sweat, steel-making tears, there is a contest in the iron-making fire. Although our fighting spirit is high and our clothes are soaked, despite the layers of heat waves, dedication is a wish. We will never go to war with hot skin and red eyes. The glory and pride of the working people in Geng Gong are written on our faces. Gather the Great Wall of Steel, let the whole world hear our voice and run on the road of construction. Let the whole world see the power of China. The light is on. These walls are very steep. I stood at the bottom of the pit. Who gets out of the mud and doesn't get stained? I can't see. I'm covered in mud. Look, the water gun and mud pump are my weapons. They sprayed wildly and sucked hard. There is only mud across from me. The sun is not easy to understand This river stinks and is boring. Even if it doesn't stink occasionally, or it doesn't stink that much, the citizens' faces are a huge blank, especially when they are face to face. How difficult it is for rich people to buy insurance? Press the button and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are all useful. It's no use complaining here. The fence is too high, and it is full of filth and pain. The tension tightened, breaking the grass full of flowers in the center and around the square, and I don't know who to show it to. Every day, like us, they need to sprinkle water. At this time, they cheated at the window of the train station. Second brother just pried open someone's door. Third brother got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there. Brother Wu was kicked out by the security guard and spat at them from a distance. How many months' salary has been owed to Brother Liu (useless, alas! They drink at night ... there is no tomorrow, the streets are getting wider and brighter, the suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and there is also despair. The supermarket is full of shelves, but when you turn away, a good day in a dark corner is like a cold wind. The hot pursuit wind will work for 365 days a year, and the second sister won't cry. Although she just broke her finger by a machine, Third Sister can read and write. So what? The fourth sister followed a rich man, and the youngest sister's life was not bad. Let's not talk about it. One is standing across the street, and she doesn't know what to do. The other one has long since disappeared. Here, only Sun is not so rude. Between the dormitory and the factory building, only rain and snow are not so cruel. Between the ruins and the construction site, some people sang songs on TV, kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and others clapped their hands and laughed. It seems interesting ... but we have to live anyway. It's not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the abandoned endless land ... hammers, dark horses and hammers never understand tenderness. It tells itself that once a good metal is hit, it is hidden in the hardest stone. Sweat splashes, and a clenched heart pierces the sunshine and becomes endless singing in life. The most beautiful language in hammer life ... "A machine is old, Hao Maojun. When it gets old, it won't listen. It will treat us with a temper that we are not used to, but it is innocent, just like my grandfather, who is deaf and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes burned everyone, as if everything was our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I have been feeding carefully for a long time. His food and confidence in life: it's not that the older the machine itself, the more exciting it is, but that we have doubts about our habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including you and my body. Calm down and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down. Even if we don't need it and leave it intact, our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather is a thing of the past, and occasionally lives in a centrifuge in some of my memories. Why betray the rope? It has been ignored by the frequency converter. It suddenly emits a series of gases, just like a person laughing a few times, and then becomes an idle lazy person. I suspect that this is a sinister guy. I doubt it knows politics. Now its shell is hot and there are signs of fever. The electrician stayed up all night frowning, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was holding a measuring instrument. He yawned carefully and repeatedly. He sat in the chair, turned on the switch and pulled it down. He winked and said happily, "I have to go to bed." "Centrifuge must have another accomplice. The whole production line is paralyzed. It is silent. Now no one dares to underestimate. It cut off a piece of time like a leader and chewed off a symphony of black bread and steel. (Choose 9) Wu feels the tragic symphony of steel, but he is not sad. I heard the sound of steel echoing inside. As a steel rolling worker, I am connected with the symphony of steel every day. Five pieces take root and sprout like grass. This land is like a cloud embracing the blue sky. Although barren, six pieces of steel are one-third of a huge painting. I also shoulder this burden and enjoy this spur. Seven pieces of steel encourage the melting of sadness and ninety-one arms. They are woven in steel and become eternal memories, which is the most moving part of the steel symphony. When I think of these people who are disabled and sacrificed at work, my poems will burst into tears, such as the note 1 1. I am close to the blue sky on steel, because the height of steel is nostalgic on steel, because of the hardships and long road of 5000 years. Thirteen fathers gave everything for steel, and I came from afar to take my father's place. The steel in our country is my father's glory and my milestone. I am striding forward to another century with solid steps-a symphony integrated with steel, a kind of strength, a kind of solemnity, a kind of noise and a kind of brilliance-