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In front of my camp,
There is a bubbling oil spring,
Black, shiny,
Bright oil,
The endless flow of the tide,
The direction comes from ancient times,
Yes, towards the future.
When the sun rises in the morning,
The moon is swaying in it at night,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Who knows how many years this black oil has been flowing like this,
Who knew this black oil still flowed like this?
How many years,
Black Oil Mountain is its wordless monument,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Forty years ago,
The heroic oil workers came to the Black Oil Mountain,
Spontaneous outflow of black oil,
You finally flowed to the Great Wall,
Flowing to the yellow river,
Flowing to the Yangtze River,
Flowed to the world.
A place name called Karamay came into being.
A city called Karamay was excavated,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Only red willows are like sentries,
Standing in their respective posts,
Facing the strong wind from Mobei.
Only elms and poplars, like pines and cypresses,
Pieces, lines,
Turn the desert into an oasis,
-This is the magical Karamay.
Praise you, elm poplar,
You have no regrets about drinking sewage,
When I came to Gobi, I took root.
You tell fearless oil workers,
It's hard there.
Have your unyielding posture.
Praise you, Karamay,
Praise your magic,
Praise your selflessness,
Praise your efforts.
You feed us your black milk,
You hugged us with your great thoughts.
-This is the magical Karamay.
Qilian Xia Shan
Author: Field
Qilian mountain, Qilian mountain,
I stood by you,
Holding Jiuquan luminous cup,
Fill your snow water,
In the face of all these lights,
Praise the oil workers—
Heroes start the rig,
Competing for oil;
One new city after another,
Emerge from the center of the sea of lights;
A pillar,
Walk from the mountainside to the top of the mountain;
Jinshan gives gems,
The wahoo spewed out crude oil,
Let this Hexi corridor,
Open a flower;
This makes us,
The smell of oil.
Qilian Mountain, it's my treat,
Take off your silver hair;
Above your head,
Wear an aluminum helmet;
Put your childlike innocence,
Turn into a red flame!
To friends around us-night patrol workers on the front line of oil production.
Because of the cold weather, my body was frozen, my legs were too painful, and my dormitory was not divided. I applied to live on the team with the captain, and the leader quickly agreed. I am very happy to be with the front-line bosses and feel their daily life and personality. Write night shift workers-oil production nighthawk! Oil field black cat brothers!
You are like a bolt of lightning,
Straight to the night sky!
Patrol the oil dragon in the oil field.
A pair of discerning eyes, competing with fuel consumption,
Check the side of the well. ......
Root thermometer, the pillar of pumping unit,
Turn the second hand and return to the water.
Spring, autumn, sun, moon and stars accompany you.
Xia Dong is accompanied by sunshine and wind.
You are the proud night watchman,
Defend the oil city black cat chief!
Praise you, oilfield nighthawk!