Song of the Tower Crane Driver
Standing on the construction site, but standing in the blue sky and white clouds.
The conductor’s whistle blended into the symphony of the construction site.
Green flags and red flags were waving on the ground, adding a lot of poetic meaning.
Stretch out your steel arms and lift steel bars, formwork and cement.
Who is so powerful? It’s me, the tower crane driver.
Far away from the crowd, the space is only one square meter.
Looking down at the land, there is a constant flow of vehicles.
Looking at the tower crane in the distance, I can only salute with attention.
I am in a busy city, but I feel very lonely.
Only the joystick in my hand is particularly close to me.
The blazing sun and the sultry weather.
Turn small spaces into ovens and steamers.
It was as if I had melted into the hot air.
The cold wind in winter was blowing hard and it froze my body.
But it could not take away the perseverance and courage of the tower crane driver.
Tall buildings in the city are rising one after another.
There is the sweat of the tower crane driver,
It is filled with the achievements of the builders.
When the lanterns come on, the twinkling stars are incomparable.
Only the lights on the crane arms are the most poetic.