Poems about chemical workers

1. Are there any poems about praising chemical workers

The worker is my curriculum vitae

Written on squared paper

After the worker

Orange overalls into the

Blue vastness of the sea

Flapping wings can't cross the voyage set by waves

The mountains become the sails' aspirations

The green trees no longer look down on you

The call of curling cooking smoke from the distant farmhouse

The call of the mountains is the call of the sails.

The green trees no longer look down on you

The distant farmhouse beckons with the smoke

The clouds can't keep up with my mother's wishes

And my father's bottle of vintage wine

Stuffed with quotes I can't help myself with

Shake your shoulders like iron

Dust floats up to the tower of your heart

Structuring the tree of steel

The tree of steel

Structuring the tree of steel

Structuring the tree of steel

Structuring the tree of steel

Structuring the tree of steel

Structuring the tree of steel

Roots give rise to islands of legend

Let diplomas enhance buoyancy

Let knowledge guide the way of dreams

The ark in the Bible

Hatched in your hands to be real

Still written on the paper

Worker

Follow your footsteps

Let sweat soak through and ferment into

A new and exciting world of work.

Let sweat soak and ferment into

Erect the spine of the building

Write neatly in the resume

Worker

A summary of a lifetime

Your resume

2. Is there any poem about praising the chemical workers?

Worker is my resume Write on the squared paper Worker, then the orange-red coat enters the blue sea Flapping wings can't cross the waves setting sail. I can't cross the course set by the waves, the mountains have become the sails' desire, the green trees no longer look down on you, the distant farmhouse beckons with smoke, the clouds can't stop my mother's advice, and my father's bottle of old wine is full of uncontrollable quotes. Shake the iron shoulders, the dust floats up to the tower of your heart, the structure of the tree of iron, and the roots give rise to the island of legend, let the diploma strengthen the buoyancy, and let the knowledge guide you to your dreams, and that ark in the Bible hatch in your hands and become true, the paper is still there. The ark in the Bible hatched in your hands, the real paper is still written down, the workers follow your footsteps, let the sweat soaked and fermented into the erection of the spine of the building, and the resume is neatly written down in the resume book, the summary of the worker's life, and your curriculum vitae.

3. Seek to praise the chemical plant workers poem recitation recitation poem

The sound did not live lights did not go out the four walls of the cliffs I stood at the bottom of the pit who is out of the silt do not see me covered with silt see water guns and mud pumps are my weapons crazy like spraying playfully sucking my opposite side of the only rotten mud here here in the sun is not easy to understand the river stinks, and is very boring, even if occasionally it becomes not smelly or less smelly citizens face a huge sheet of water, the sun is not easily understood the river stinks, and very boring even if occasionally it becomes not smelly or less smelly. less smelly there's a huge blank on the faces of the citizens especially when they come face to face the rich work so hard to buy insurance, push buttons, and fly around here money, luck, and strength are useful here resentment is useless the walls are too high and it's all filth, all misery inside every day every day the nerves are stretched and snapped in the center of the plaza and all around it are filled with flowers and meadows for who knows who every day every day they, like us need to be sprinkled brother Like us, they need to be sprinkled Big brother, at this time in the train station window scamming Second brother just pried open the door of someone's house Third brother got married a year ago and gave birth to a black child Fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there Fifth brother was blown out by the security guards, cursing and spitting at them from far away Sixth brother's salary is owed for how many months (which is useless, alas for the honest people)? At night they drink ...... no tomorrow streets are getting wider and brighter suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, also comes with a tie that makes people despair, supermarkets piled up shelves ah And in the gray corners you turn your head and do not look at the good life like a gust of cold winds, chasing the wind of the poor Big Sister a year have to work for three hundred and sixty-five days Second Sister do not cry, although just The second sister doesn't cry, even though she just lost her finger to a machine. The third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister has followed a rich man and is not doing too badly The two youngest sisters are not to be mentioned One is standing across the street, not knowing what to do The other has long since disappeared Here only the sun is less rough Between the dormitory building and the factory building Only the rain and snow are less cold Between the ruins and the construction site Someone sings on the TV and keeps on laughing, and laughing and laughing, and clapping Someone else laughs along as if it's very funny ...... And no matter what we have to survive it's not surprising that it's so cold this winter just like in our hometown, the deserted sprawling land ......]The sound doesn't live the lights don't go out the four walls stand up and I'm standing at the bottom of a pit who's out of the silt don't see me covered in silt. I'm covered in silt, see water guns and mud pumps are my weapons spraying like mad and sucking like hell there's nothing but mud on the other side of me here the sun is not easy to understand the river stinks and it's boring even if occasionally it becomes not stinky or not so stinky there's a huge blankness on the faces of the citizens especially when they come face to face the rich work hard to buy insurance, push buttons and fly around here money, luck and strength are useful here resentment is the only thing that matters here, money, luck and strength are useful here, resentment is useless the walls are too high, it's all filth, all pain every day, every day, the nerves are stretched and snapped in the center of the square and around the perimeter of the square are planted with flowers and lawns for who knows who every day, every day, they, like us, need to be sprinkled big brother, this time, cheating at the train station's window second brother has just pried open the door to someone's home third brother got married a year ago and gave birth to a black child fourth brother lost his last ten bucks in a brick house there fourth brother lost his last ten bucks in the brick house there The room lost the last ten dollars Fifth brother was bombed out by the security guards, cursing and spitting at them from far away Sixth brother's wages are in arrears for how many months (which is useless, sighing honest)? At night they drink ...... no tomorrow streets are getting wider and brighter suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, also comes with a tie that makes people despair, supermarkets piled up shelves ah And in the gray corners you turn your head and do not look at the good life like a gust of cold winds, chasing the wind of the poor Big Sister a year have to work for three hundred and sixty-five days Second Sister do not cry, although just The second sister doesn't cry, even though she just lost her finger to a machine. The third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister has followed a rich man and is not doing too badly The two youngest sisters are not to be mentioned One is standing across the street, not knowing what to do The other has long since disappeared Here only the sun is less rough Between the dormitory building and the factory building Only the rain and snow are less cold Between the ruins and the construction site Someone sings on the TV and keeps on laughing, and laughing and laughing, and clapping Someone else laughs along as if it's very funny ...... And anyway we have to live not at all surprisingly this winter will be so cold just like our hometown, the abandoned endless land .......

4. Praise for the hard work of chemical workers

Hymn to the laborers

Full of peach blossoms, turquoise fields, golden rapeseed flowers can not be seen, farmers, you use that stout arms in exchange for our food, you watered our bodies with sweat.

The splash of steel flowers, the roar of machine tools, skyscrapers can not see the original mark, workers, you use that solid arm to drag up our lives. You use that solid work to facilitate our convenience

When you sit in a car to enjoy personal mobility space, when you sit in the bus to enjoy the benefits of the public, when you sit on a big ship to enjoy the journey of the dashing, when you fly into the blue sky to make the world smaller, you can know the beauty of labor.

When you walk into the hotel, into the store, into the busy business district, you can know the hard work of the service, the legs are still standing like that after a day of standing.

When you go into the school, you can see the flash of knowledge, you can hear the book and the exchange of people, you can smell the sweat of the teacher, knowledge becomes more great labor.

When you have everything into the society, all around is the ordinary labor given.

Life is so beautiful, mankind is so progressive, everything comes from our hard labor, ordinary labor, labor is so silent.

Whenever I go to work early in the morning, looking at the wisdom and sweat of the construction workers cohesion of a high-rise, my heart can not help but issue a sigh of praise. Every corner of the city seems to take a look at the construction workers who work silently on the front line.

They are dressed in ordinary clothes, simple and generous. The vast majority of them come from all over the country. When the family reunion time they have begun to pack a simple luggage, with the parents' trust, with the wife and children's expectations, left their hometowns, came to the construction site. From then on, they began a new year of intense busy and hard work.

Occasionally I look up, dozens of meters high on the scaffolding, their figures seem to dance in mid-air, can only vaguely see the colorful helmets in the leap. This is their hard work. Every construction site can see their heads in the figure of hard work, this is their dedication to work, the love of the construction business.

Occasionally, in the public phone booth, I saw them in a very high voice to call out to their families, a sentence of greetings, they miss their families, a section of the site life of the pleasant narrative, they hope that their families can rest assured, do not have to worry too much about their work outside.

Occasionally, there is only their answering voice on this end of the phone, I think this is they are listening carefully to the family to describe the life at home, I think this may be the family to tell them that everything is very good at home, so that they can work at ease outside. Although it may be some simple greetings and short chats, it is the happiest thing for them to be able to call home and hear the voice of their family members. This is a two-way tie between them and their wives and children.

Although some people look down on them for various reasons, if they do not have them all year round, rain or shine hard work, where today's beautiful, spectacular skyscrapers, they should not be despised, they are worthy of our respect, is the most adorable people on our construction sites.

Although the vast majority of them do not have a higher cultural qualifications, but they also have the same pursuit of a better life in the future. Today, I also sincerely wish that their lives become more and more beautiful! I don't know what words to describe, praise them, only know that without their hard work there is no comfortable life.

The summer heat, hot, sweaty, irritating, this is the characteristics of summer. If it has been cold and rainy then it seems a bit abnormal. But when we work, live in the city temperature exceeded forty degrees hot case, when we sit in the air-conditioned room drinking pure water or drinks also have a sweaty feeling, we should also think about those who still insist on high air operation of the construction workers are how to work! They work without air-conditioning and fans, only the hot sun like fire mercilessly licked their dark skin and occasionally blowing the natural wind to bring them a slight coolness; they do not have pure water, only at any time may be evaporated by the sun's boiling water to supplement the body's lack of moisture; they work in the place of no comfortable tables and chairs, only reinforcing bars, bricks and concrete; they live in a place is not a shack, or just built the framework of the building. Shack, is just built the frame building; ...... However, when we really go close to the life of those construction workers, will be surprised to find that they are in such a hot working environment but show is not restlessness, but open-minded optimism!

5. Praise the green workers of the human poem

Because they are hard-working gardeners

Yes - the beautician of the city

They are the messenger of the beauty of the ---- sun below

If, let's sing a song

Then - I sing a song, the song of the garden workers

Because they combed with their hands lawn

With sweat, watered the lawn

With sweat, watered the garden workers.

They are the pioneers of a better life

Why is Hutubi so crowded with tourists today?

Why is Hutubi so full of laughter today?

West, this small city in the north

Why attract countless guests

In addition to the beautiful landscape created by nature

More than that pair of hands to depict the pleasant scenery

Look, the yellow is the Chinese golden leaf elm

Purple is the purple leaf thick plum

The red is the Lingxiao, the green is the peace

The tufts of the Chinese Golden Leaf Elm

The purple leaf thick plum

The red is the sky, the green is the peace

The red is the green is the green is the green is the green.

That cluster of blooming moonflower

Is it a flower, a leaf, a fire?

That one stretch of beauty

Like a poem, like a painting, like a song?

Green grass in the sunlight

Beautiful flowers, hundreds of birds flying by

Trees swaying in the moonlight

Flowers and grasses puffing their noses, tourists like shuttles

Who is it that makes us feel peaceful

Who is it that makes us feel joyful

We ask the grass

We ask the trees, we ask the flowers

Grasses We look out in the sunlight

Who is it that - under the scorching sun

endures the heat and waters the green with sweat

We ask under the moonlight, who is it that - watches over the flowers and plants, repairs the water pipes

works day and night in the storms and rains

Is it the hawk that - in the storms and rains

Is it the eagle that - in the storms and rains

Is it the eagle that - in the storms and rains

Is it the eagle that - in the storms and rains

Is it the eagle that - in the storms and rains, waters and rains, waters and rains, waters and rains

Who is the eagle

Spreading its wings and struggling?

Raging winds can break the trees

But it can not scrape the bones of the garden workers

Splashing rain can destroy the flowers

But it can not destroy the garden workers Lang Lang's body

They are tanned, no complaints

Because the earth has been painted green

They are skinny, no regrets

Because the barren land, no complaints

The land has been painted green.

Because the barren land has become so fruitful

They can turn decay into magic

Turn bleakness into vigor

They are skilled

They paint a blank sheet of paper with the newest and most beautiful colors

They are skilled craftsmen

One morning I took a walk

and met an elder in Century Park

The clash of accents brought out his inner voice

Twenty years ago, I lived here

At that time

People focused on development at the expense of the environment

A beautiful city full of garbage

The sewage dumped in the turbid drains

Whom do you tell in a torrent of sobs

The stained sandy beaches, the wrathful beaches, the water that is so dirty, the water that is so dirty, the water that is so foul, and the water that is so dirty. The stained sandy beaches, the wrath of the people, return my true colors

The autumn winds rolled in the boundless leaves

How many people have become these hurried passers-by

Alas, that's it

I trace the small town of the old days

My heart is full of loss

But I firmly believe that the development and civilization can never be divided

The jewel will definitely shine with its lustre.

In the face of this situation, I would like to let out my voice

The oil man's style

You are like an eagle flying in the blue sky, and like a horse galloping in the grassland;

You praise the entrepreneur's footsteps with golden trophies;

The musician puts the entrepreneur's footsteps in the sky;

You are like an eagle flying in the blue sky and like a horse galloping in the grassland.

Musicians compose their youth into music, and literary scholars make their lives into poems;

But you have used your youth and life to write the most magnificent poems of the petroleum people;

The towering drilling towers are the clenched bones of the petroleum people who are exploring and striving to make progress;

The rows and rows of kowtowing machines are the petroleum people who are continuing to write the heroic feelings of the century-old oilfield;

Praise to you!

If life is a touch of green in the dome, then you are a leaf in the green bushes of the red oil people's blood and sweat spilled out of the silver light flashes, oil people's love and love sowing out of the oil flowers; love and dedication is your most loyal commitment, selfless dedication is your most affectionate war cry; so that eagles in the vast sky blue on the wings; so that steeds in the infinite grasslands gallop! Let the oil sea decorate our great motherland, the most gorgeous mountains and rivers!

Expansion:

Wang Jinxi, the old generation of iron man spirit of the model, he led the first generation of petroleum people to carry forward the "would rather live 20 years less, desperately want to take the big oil fields," the spirit of hard work, overcoming the difficulties that are often unimaginable, remembered the victory of the Great War for Petroleum, wrote a new Chinese petroleum industry, a magnificent epic. Wang Qimin, the second generation of Iron Man Wang Qimin, the representative of the second generation of Ironman Spirit, faced the backwardness of China's oilfield technology, boldly innovated, broke the mining methods commonly used at home and abroad, and created a new way of Chinese-style water injection development, which provided a guarantee of high and stable production for Daqing Oilfield. Li Xinmin, the new heir of Daqing Spirit and Ironman Spirit. In the new historical period, with advanced drilling technology, he led the 1205 drilling team to show the power of Daqing and the spirit of Ironman outside the country, and made new contributions to the development of Daqing Oilfield.