1958 Two electricians, one named Wang, came to the electrician class in the casting workshop of tractor factory. One is 24 years old and the other is 2 1 year old. They are all bitter children in the old society. Now the boiling factory is full of tension and busyness, and there are miracles everywhere. How magnificent the life of the working class is!
1958, it is no exaggeration to describe it as "fiery red". Every corner and workshop of the tractor factory, which will be officially put into production, is like the sunrise in summer, with sweat everywhere and intense and warm breathing. Then every youth and league member assigned to the post is working hard day and night, forgetting to work, regardless of working hours, not afraid of overtime, never talking about remuneration, only knowing to pay willingly.
Their electrician class is responsible for all kinds of electrical appliances in the casting workshop. This job can't be done without culture. Holding numerous circuit diagrams, symbols and formulas, they are eager to learn research technology, while participating in politics and studying armed thoughts, while forgetting to put themselves into production. They only have one wish: put into production as soon as possible and produce qualified tractors as soon as possible.
The newly established tractor factory is the first modern agricultural machinery factory built in New China, and the word "fiery red" is not an exaggeration in its cast steel and cast iron workshop. Red is their symbol. Here, the most important parts of the tractor should be poured out, such as the "bones" and "legs" of the iron cow, that is, the chassis, track shoes, track pins, girders, front axles, cylinder blocks, two shafts and so on. The molten steel melted by thousands of degrees is their blood. They spit fire, like a red dragon, and were cast in a mold. Every casting is permeated with the sweat of the workers, and the scene is spectacular but full of danger, hard work and heat. They are heroes baked by fire. They are called hot works here. Most front-line workers here work in high temperature, which is the hottest, dirtiest and most tired place. These two workshops, as the cradles of Dongfanghong Iron Cow, converge into a fiery red steel torrent, which keeps the furnace and equipment running for 24 hours and casts thousands of spare parts.
Because of love, in addition to work, their talents are also inspired by the boiling factory. In their spare time, after work, they take time out to write poems and keep work diaries. They are wandering in this new life, their hearts are in full bloom.
Fiery times, fiery people, fiery passions, fiery hearts, fiery workshops, fiery diaries and fiery poems.
Li Qinglian used Dongfanghong tractor to travel all over the motherland and fertile land in Wan Li, because her poems praised factory life. The tractor factory is great, the cast steel is great, and the cast steel workers are great. He created a great "worker poet" for China. That poem, which is as hot as iron flow, can only be written and sung by people who have worked as steel casters and personally participated in the manufacture of tractors. From here, he sang the power of labor creation of tractor factory workers, and Li Qinglian was a veritable "worker poet".
1958, 24-year-old Li Qinglian came to the foundry workshop of tractor factory from Xi 'an for an electrician class. The fiery factory life made him suddenly enter a boiling new world. In order to welcome the birth of the first tractor, all the participants are working hard day and night. His post is the most common and basic, and he has a strong sense of responsibility. Electricians should patrol the whole workshop and repair and deal with anything that breaks down at any time. It is this nature of work that gives him more experience and insight. The selfless work of the workers touched him from the bottom of my heart, like pen and ink melted by the fiery life, and the inspiration for writing was unstoppable. Shortly after work, he wrote a series of poems describing factories, tractors, lathes and electricians. These poems are like talking to workers, kind and natural, and like steel made of iron, which sublimates a simple life.
At that time, the whole tractor factory was working hard for the smooth production of tractors. The hot working and casting in the steel casting workshop are responsible for the important parts of tractors. In order to produce this kind of tractor, it is necessary to refine the cast steel into molten steel first, and then cast the limbs and frame of the tractor. If the era of the Great Leap Forward is hot, the process of waiting for the birth of tractors in this factory is hot, and the iron furnace for melting molten steel with cast steel is hot. When it is dumped, it will emit flames.
The molten steel slowly flows into the work card mold. At the moment of falling into the dust, molten steel splashed, cremated and exploded, making the factory building red and the workers' faces red. At that time, everyone was sweating and operating nervously and orderly, and the iron flow obediently became a tractor part and was sent to the next process for processing.
As an electrician, he can't make any mistakes. All these real scenes added wings to his inspiration.
After working day and night, he wrote one poem after another. Sometimes, when taking a break, the workmates will gather around him when they see him holding a pen. "Violet, we haven't heard enough of this poem. We have to fill in a few more paragraphs." Some workmates even joked that they could write me a paragraph. At the moment, the young man who writes poetry is more motivated. He said: "The workmates like me to write. I am a singer in the factory and a blacksmith in the poetry world. " ,
Since then, his poems have been as hot as molten steel, inspiring motivated workers. A sense of pride arises spontaneously, which also brings great spiritual enjoyment to workers.
He worked as a handyman, furnace repairman, electrician and youth league committee in the workshop. At the beginning of the new industrial revolution in China, he witnessed a brand-new era of tractor factory. In such a tractor factory, the most representative cast steel workshop has also become the hottest epitome of this era. He was fortunate to be the earliest cast steel man and the first worker poet. It should be said that steel gave him the motive force of poetry creation, and the spirit of workers' labor touched his heart. Moreover, because of his love for New China, his ideal for the future of tractor industrial machinery, and his pride and unforgettable experience as a worker, he skillfully described and showed the fearless spirit of industrial workers in New China.
People wouldn't think that his poems written in generate in these steel-making workshops later influenced a century-old poetry circle in China and China.
In the second year after arriving at the steel casting workshop, 1959 published the poetry collection Our Boiling Factory.
Later, he published Tractors Driving Out of the Factory and New Plow Driving Waves. What era was that? When we open this book of poetry soaked in sweat, stained with oil and containing vivid characters again, the lines between the lines are still exciting. The first tractor factory in 1950s came back to our sight, and an electrician became the starting point of an outstanding poet.
Mao Zedong has never been to Luoyang.
Mao Zedong has been to many cities.
Mao Zedong has never been to Luoyang.
Three underground palaces in Mao Zedong.
Stay for several months at a time.
Still overlooking the Yellow River on Mangshan Mountain.
But I didn't go near Luoyang.
Several large factories will be built in Luoyang in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Some people say that Luoyang underground is full of cultural relics.
Mao Zedong said that the ancients should be present.
I think it's better to be present.
So a batch appeared in Luoyang.
Asia's first-class big factories
Marshal Zhu De has been to Luoyang.
President Liu Shaoqi has been to Luoyang.
Premier Zhou Enlai said in Luoyang
Protect a large area of irrigated land in Luonan.
It is also said that Longmen coal contains many chemical elements.
Can't be sold to the Japanese
Folk rumors
Luoyang is the place where the sun sets.
Mao Zedong was a great man who appeared hundreds of years later.
It is the sun in the hearts of China people.
I wonder what Mao Zedong himself thinks.
He fell down in Beijing.
Mend clothes
Mend clothes for apprentices,
Teacher Niang flies under the lamp.
A pair of glasses, a nose bridge,
Several beads of sweat crawled on his forehead.
People ask, "What are you burning the midnight oil for?"
She replied, "Embroider a peony flower for my baby."
Ah, the needle and thread are very tight,
How many loving mother's words
Mom, your dear son wrote,
Please listen to the answer on the honor roll.
blacksmith
Midnight. The earth is sleeping. Goose feathers are snowing heavily.
Two forgers, forging at one end of the earth.
Axle. The morning glow of the fire dispersed.
In the HarmonyOS system of the universe, the vast night is baked red.
Two forgers, the muscles in their arms put canvas overalls
Very tight, very tight. The red blank is on the anvil.
Like a little Hong Haier dancing. There are also meteor showers with sparks
The goddess threw flowers and fell at the blacksmith's feet.
Snow outside the window. Outside the snow. Snow seal Taihang. Snow oppresses the earth.
Wang misses his wife.
There is a Daniel Wang in the casting class.
He is also the best at work.
Wang has an old problem.
I like to miss my daughter-in-law when I get off work.
At that time, strong workers only had seven days off a year.
Visiting relatives is like Cowherd and Weaver Girl on Tanabata.
I haven't eaten many meals in my hometown.
Daniel didn't make out with his daughter-in-law.
His daughter-in-law is very watery
It's the flower of Shiliba Village.
He gave birth to a fat boy the year before last.
When he misses his wife, he always says that he misses his children.
When I really want to go, I will go to the street to see women.
Look at that woman. She looks like a child.
Just quietly follow and watch more.
But my heart was pounding with panic.
Excerpt from "Chimney"
"Flowers are blooming all over the sky,
The wind brought the smell of coal dust.
Ah! That's the voice of power plant workers.
Poetry dedicated to the socialist motherland,
Because it takes up too much space,
So use the chimney as a pen,
Blue sky papermaking. "
This electrician is famous for singing to workers. Electricians plow with pens, wrap with hearts, and forge poems with hammers.
In just eight sentences, you can write a high-yield determination of an ordinary lathe worker to overcome difficulties. Poetry spreads in the factory, like drums and horns that advance by leaps and bounds, inspiring people's labor enthusiasm.
When the lathe comes back to life,
Your eccentric temper is really bad,
Do people want to reimburse you,
You squeak when you drive,
Broke the lathe tool without turning it twice,
If you are disobedient and soft-hearted,
And stay up all night,
Look at your hard bones,
Or our workers have high aspirations.
This is what a worker said to an old machine tool because he has the most affection for his machine tool. He is more like an old friend. He wanted it to fall behind in the Great Leap Forward and finally come back to life in the hands of the workers' master. Among them, for machine tools, it is more like saying to workers themselves. These short poems are not only the workers' deep affection for this machine tool, but also the noble quality of the working class. Despite the difficulties, they are optimistic and firm. His language belongs to the workers. He is worthy of the title of "worker poet".
Xiao Wang, an apprentice in What Are You Laughing at, smiled in his sleep. The master looked at his smiling face and happily associated the apprentice with the process of rapid growth. "The iron tower is my backbone/the high-voltage line is my arm/I stretch out these thick arms/I hold the earth in my chest. Electrician in Electrician's Music: the majestic god of competition/with feet on the earth and clouds overhead.
So what was the image of the old eighth road in the factory when the party was the leader? Look at his "Do you want to find a party secretary?" The summary is as follows:
Are you looking for the party secretary?
Please go to the place where the fighting is fiercest.
He was wearing greasy overalls,
No different from workers.
The machines lined up outside the machine repair station, urging the workers to install them quickly, and the cupola tried the first heat of steel. The fighting lasted from last night until dawn.
The melting bin is feeding, and the porter stays at the scene day and night to clean up the youth commando in the workshop, which is also his usual place.
Are you looking for the party secretary? Please go to the place where the fighting is most tense. The sun doesn't often stay in the office, and the "fire" always burns and glows in the battle.
This is a vivid image of a party leader with certain characteristics of the times. In the 1950s, Party leaders kept close contact with the masses, and they could be seen everywhere in the fierce production and labor struggle. Together with the workers, they lead the progress and victory in labor.
In the postscript of Tractor Factory, he said: "I love factories, I love machines, and I love workers who fight in various positions. This is the theme of my praise. Life itself prompted me to pick up a pen after work to describe my motherland and praise my people. "
Like thousands of workers in tractor factories, Li Qinglian is different. He is firstly an ordinary worker, an excellent worker, and secondly a person who loves work and life. It is these fresh and beautiful things in life that inspired his thoughts and ignited his creative enthusiasm, thus producing the "Oriental Red" and "Tractor" in the poem.
This is different from any writer's temperament, because he is a vision forged by the fiery life of a tractor factory. Such feelings of the times mark the highest level of a generation's unique socialist style of loving life and labor, which he cannot copy and will not come back.
He worked all night, and the next day a song was born with the shift record.
dawn
After a night of fighting,
I feel relaxed,
Waving the Turner's hammer,
Knocked down the last star.
My throat itches,
I want to sing Dongfanghong.
Ah! My dear successor is here. "
Nowadays, most people who have lived like this have left, or these scenes have faded with memory, but these poems can testify for us. They continue to paint a true picture of the succession of night shift workers for us, and also leave us with an era in which China people revere and revere the working class's spirit of labor creation in that era. Without these countless day and night battles, there would be no iron ox in the East in China and the clang of the first tractor in China.