Their common names are not shiny.
They are the people who stay up all night for us-firemen-that's their name.
Your body supports the warmth of the mine, and your actions are active in this rich mine.
You (fireman) are sweating like rain, and a spotlight falls quietly on the ground. You (fireman) are unknown and warm the whole mine with all the fruits.
A city in the mountains.
How many days and nights have you developed your unique loyalty and perseverance? You have been with the high temperature, forgetting fatigue and rest.
How many weekends have you embraced machinery?
You (fireman) use rough hands to load the cold coal into the fiery boiler, and you (fireman) use the same rough hands to clean the burnt ashes. Your hand (fireman) has cracked a series of blood-red wounds because of the cold.
No matter in the cold morning, we will see your busy figure. It is your work that keeps us warm.
No matter on a snowy night, I will hear your hurried footsteps. It's your job that keeps us from enduring the cold.
You take the boiler room as your home, warm in Wanqing mining area; You are friends with the miner, and you care about his ups and downs. You are proud of this mine,
Take good care of your home.
Winter has passed, but there are still a group of unknown people escorting the heating of the whole mine. Give this poem to the firemen who are still on the front line. We sincerely thank him for his hard work, and the beautiful flowers in the mining area will accompany us through the cold winter.