2. Poems and Couplets in Praise of High-speed Railway
Poem in Praise of High-speed Railway Trains (Author Ominous) Trains are speeding in the land of the Zhuangxiang village. p> Let the quiet mountain villages come to life The loud bagpipes wake up the small fish in the rivers The birds in the forests sing happy songs The villages strung together by the trains are full of poetry The silhouettes of the trains add colorful brushstrokes to the Zhuangxiang townships Let travelers from the south to the north feel the charm of the Zhuangxiang landscape The trains are flying in the Zhuangxiang townships In the flowing compartments, you will feel the sweetness of the smiles of the moving sisters The open carriages will make you feel the sweetness of the smile of the moving sisters. The open carriages will make you feel the warmth and comfort of high-speed rail The service of the moving sister will make more handsome men's hearts rain The harmony of the moving train will make more travelers leave deep memories Because of the high-speed rail era, the service has climbed up the ladder of high quality The moving train is flying in the Zhuangxiang land The shortened space and time will make more cities become neighbors So that the happy wait will no longer be lost. The train will spread the fragrance of osmanthus in the south to thousands of miles Let our compatriots in the motherland feel the strong autumn feeling of the Zhuangxiang township The train will pull the city and make more high-rise buildings rise up Let the people from the south to the north choose to live in the city The beautiful Zhuangxiang township will end the history of the absence of high-speed rail The myth of the Zhuangxiang township taking off will gradually turn into a reality The train will speed in the Zhuangxiang township The whirling speed is the most important factor in the development of the Zhuangxiang township. The whistling speed is the breath of our progress The rotating rim records the track of our struggle The silver-white train highlights the rise of the railroad business The thick body interprets the theme of "safety first" People's satisfaction is the measure of our work Scientific development is our eternal truth Couplet The couplet is as follows: Fertile soil and clear sky, Chasing the wind and chasing the sun to cut the clouds. In the old days, the queues were far away from each other, and today, the fingers have flicked away. For reference3. Poems in praise of the railway
Brothers and Sisters Eagle Xiamen line, is the most curved one of the national railroads Two rails, articulated with the names of many rivers Clad in green hills and trees, the whistle sounded White clouds and birds have nests, in my heart Eagle Xiamen line is the light at the end of the tunnel, my brothers and sisters Sweating, they Sweating, they rush to carry railroad safety back to the workshop In the curves of the bends, they round up hidden dangers Their dark skin bleeds salty life In the tiny county of Shaxian, they run in front of the iron team with the quality of metal I often compare the linemen to a single match that coalesces on the railroad and rubs out the sparks of life Believe in Yourself The sky is not yet light, the street lamps are holding up the ascending darkness The heart's dawn is the flower before dawn I don't want them to open up on the Eagle-Sha Railway I don't want them to open up on the Eagle-Sha Railway I want to open up on the Eagle-Sha Railway I don't want them to open, in the middle of the Yingxia Railway the whistles gather into huge tanks I refuse to express my feelings I'm afraid that sorrow will drown the two tracks that are not related to each other my workmates come out of the darkness their yellow suits reflect their faces I can read their silence a quality heavier than steel is lurking inside them take out the compliments I can see that the railroad is stretching out in the distance the whistles in my ears are shredding the blackness in front of my eyes inch by inch The early risers, believing in themselves, see a tomorrow deeper than the darkness, and the light they graze on is the good morning around them Talking to Myself, wearing protective clothing and work boots, busy on the railroad line, the Shaxi River on the bank of the railroad, calm, slowly revealing the seven peaks of the green hills, I've been living with whistles for twenty-two years and, from my desk, I've used my words to feed the trains, to give them a candlelight meal in the darkness of the night, and, in a dim horse lamp, the sleepers are in a row, their dark bodies reflecting the darkness in the dark. The dark bodies reflect the whiteness of the moonlight, which is the dream of so many people The hollowed out platform, with only a few fluorescent lights, is more fragile than the sound, and who will save me I'm trapped in my apartment, like a bird's feathered wing, flapping the sky to understand its flight The Shoulder, a row of stones, standing in a neat line that stretches for thousands of miles Higher than the stones are two bright rails Lower than the stones are a calm Shaxi River, and the notes sung by the whistle, fall on the stones, and the stones open up to the light, and the whistle sings. On the stone, the stone will bloom a flower, a lot of dance steps spinning out of a road, smooth, glossy, with a rosy face, and the distant signal light stands on the stone, its height and labor value. I often praise with awe: railroads, ah, the quality of the iron to raise how many railroad people shoulder achievement stone warm, standing on the shoulder of the road to see the train approaching or leaving, whistling away the cold into the shoulder wind. Railroads, those things gathered around the stone, like a cluster of red phosphorus, gently touched to ignite a flame, I heard the stone talking: there is always a cold heart to be sensitized, there is always the warmth of the past In the edge of the small town, the shoulders of the road to take care of the stone, the crowd of people working in the change of one after another, but the stone to keep the starry night sky, to keep the years, to keep the wild chrysanthemums, to keep the bright, to keep the shoulders of the road, to keep the thousands of mountains and ten thousand waters, to keep the sound of the whistle, the voice of the "substitute". Tonight, I turn on the signal light with the hand that holds the pen, who will hold on longer, who will hold on until morning, so there is a voice standing beside the darkness, for the sound of the insects, it's just a natural static procedure, just like I have to finish the road tonight, I can't hold on to the shadows behind me, I can't protect the railroad, I can interpret a flat and narrow poem with my lighted footsteps, I would like to get out of the system on the wall, and accompany my wife to embrace the fireplace in the cold crossing room, let the warmth spread over the railroad, let the warmth spread over the railroad, the morning song. Let the warmth spread over the railroad "Morning Song" 5:00 a.m., the southbound train in the middle of the Yingxia line to catch up with a bird song, two days and two nights of rain to raise the bed of the river, the dew on the feathers, riding on the whistle of the melody of the sunny skies of the Yingxia line, 600 kilometers of the Yingxia line has a moment of respite The train's lights will be the skinny guard room surrounded by a waking heart on the stone wall, a night of coldness in an instant rose up a ball of warmth. The water that nourishes mankind, a little uncontrolled, always creates some plagues, the substance of steel, the fragile heart, as the train glides from section to section, the birds combing their wings on the treetops at dawn, the rain of the night to weed out the song that remains on the lips, from one leaf to another, dripping into my ears, the stone house, a space of ten square meters, to keep the rain out of it, the stone house, growing in the middle of nowhere, it is the age and the railway line of Yingxia line. The stone house, growing in the middle of nowhere, is as old as the railroad on the Yingxia line. The nature of stone blends into the quality of steel, squatting or standing, interpreting the dedication of generation after generation, year after year The whistles are scattered with colorful flowers, and the train's lights illuminate it as an awake signpost Two days and two nights' worth of rainwater flows away from the roots of the wall, and the stone house, with its brightly-colored passes, guides the train in the direction of its destination The stone house, which is about to retire, talks about the past and present, from the steam locomotive to the train. From steam locomotives to internal combustion locomotives to electric railroads its dream is the length of the Yingxia line and the elevation of the stone house the road rule a road rule measuring the gauge of the rails 1,435 millimeters is all that is left of the road rule's life the road rule is the height of the train, it is the height of the train, and it walks on the rails and it is examined by the number of millimeters it is the brotherhood of sweat, and it illuminates the shadows under the hat with a millimeter of sunlight, and the road rule is the one that the rails admire. A road rule is the god that the rails worship A road rule is the spine of the railroad's speeding 1435 mm road rule, traveling in the day and night on the railroad to encircle the level of the high and low by a pair of big hands, the texture is bright, the inner quiet and calm.4. Poems in Praise of Railways
1. Poetry in Praise of the New Railway By Bai Yang A newly-built railroad, a newborn baby, hard ballast, smooth rails, mint condition equipment, is the backbone, is the blood, is the heart and lungs, the speeding train, is the flow of blood, clunking sound, is the pulsation, a group of diligent workers, a harmonious home, a busy figure, crystalline sweat, a harmonious home, a group of workers, a group of people, the railway, a group of people, the railway, a group of people, a group of people. A group of hard-working workers, a harmonious home, a busy figure, a crystal sweat, a beautiful smile, a brother, a sister, a brother and a sister, a hand and a foot, the safety of the Baquan is their glorious mission, the soaring of the new Baquan is their **** the same dream. 2. Ode to the Railway By Gao Yuanyuan Modern The crowds of people are raging, and you'll be north and south, a line through. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled, the thoughts and sorrows sent from afar, in your body, slowly flowing. The moonlight is reflected in the color of the color, can not block the ideals and firmness of the endowed, like water, the good and do not say. You have seen the gathering and the separation, listened to the sound of the call, but also thought, that far away from the earth. The one who conquers the waves is not you. silently lying on the earth, extended, extended, surrounded, surrounded. 3, Beijing-Tongliao Railway Author: Ploughman Modern I clutched yesterday's memories in the sandy winds and chased a train from Changping to Tongliao, a section of the *** eight hundred and fourteen kilometers, my eyes wasted time on the tracks, Beijing-Tongliao Railway, the pot of paste licked light Whether to withstand the hunger of the second half of the night, whether the newspaper roof is still resistant to the shock waves of a hundred years, the second half of the year, the first time. The once-in-a-century shockwaves, the twenty-something railwaymen spend their youth on the two rails building along the southern foot of the Yanshan Mountains, out of the Great Wall of the Gubeikou, across the Yanshan Mountains, through the dense tunnels, and across the Zhelim Desert, the high mountains, the dangerous roads, and the sparsely populated areas, all become the keynote of the Beijing-Tongshan Railway, which meanders and twists in the wake of the calls of the people, with the Chifeng Railway as a dividing point, and with the eastern line, a five-stringed score of the hilly landscape, and the western line, the song sung by the steep mountains and hills, and the Horqin, a horse-head qin, in the east. The Yanshan Mountains light the night's bonfire in the west, 116 tunnels, 450 bridges, the Luan River, the Laoha River, the north of China embraces the northeast, the Jin Coal, and the black river swings over the grassland, Jibei is a name, Mundong is a name, and these two names are the two road patrolmen of the Beijing-Tongshan Railway, guarding the green train day and night, and another name, a young man, who has been laid deep in the mountains, allowing the rumbling train to pass over his soul, and the other name, the young man, who has been laid deep in the mountains. The name on the monument that I just traced, but the forehead of the soldier holding a steel drill, who used his body to block the falling boulders, is the body of the civilian worker still lifting the mountain's majesty? For the sake of the railroad, men sweat and shed tears, spilling sweat and leaving their wives behind, only to look silently at the flickering candlelight late at night, and women are silently worried. For the sake of the railroad, children are drawing their fathers' portraits, and their mothers say that everything looks like them, except that their eyes don't look like their fathers'. Is the roar from afar the cheer of returning or the reluctance of parting The sound of spring, is it the blossoms or the back of falling leaves The tips of the leaves have long been stained with the bright light of spring Only when we know how to let go of the winter's cold will we be able to better embrace the generosity, joy, and warmth of spring The clamor is extinguished and the world is dyed in the dark The heart that leans on the light is searching for the direction The railroad, the passport to a faraway land, has been forgotten and corroded by the winds of the past years The memories of the rush to and from the railroad are left to rust The green of the railroad is like the dewdrops in the morning that bring light to the world. Dewdrops in the morning, holding the light in the faraway land to be reached.5. Write a modern poem on the theme of "High-speed Railway"
The harmonious high-speed railway With the shadow of the wind, it bewitches the eyes, Like a dragon, it reveals its individuality and prominence; and the wind swims in the magical speed, and it carries the mission of chasing the bright future. Step on the walking journey of the train road, feel the Concorde safety speed journey; put the wheel of time under the foot speed, keep the time feeling harmony really admirable. Forward paved creeping extension of the railroad, traveling with the shadow as if the high-speed railroad in walking; inside the train car outside the scene clearly, carriages regardless of the movement or walk. Feel the train walking acceleration, car line car stop is also the same grasp; train rhythm as if the wind like the start, silver gray carriages reflect the footsteps of the times. Outside the train car traveling fast, swept a mountain and a water landscape and a place; see the silver dragon flying on the horizon, light walk in the northern snowy mountains Flying Fox. Treading on the plains of dexterity and agility move like the Jade Rabbit, down the South to appreciate the beauty of Lijiang West Lake; even if the speed of flight of the geese also lagged behind, surprised to find the strange animals of the speed of God. The people's home whispering voice to take care of you, Friends of travelers for you to solve the problem is not negligent; send a cup of boiling water enthusiasm for your service, bet a mouthful of tea to drink the heart comfortable. The smile conveys the obligation of love, the travelers safely to the station towards the homecoming; this is the wonderful developed China Railway, Harmony for you to protect the safety of the whole in and out. Filled with infinite love to enjoy happiness, happy mood to express my heartfelt blessings; people to develop scientific progress, love the motherland to take the road of prosperity and strength. Sourced from the short essay network, searched for.6. Praise for railroads
The towering peaks climb the clouds and sky, the vast snowy areas dazzling sun and moon. The Gobi Desert is a place where people rarely go, and no man's land is freezing cold. This is the ancient and mysterious Tibetan Plateau, the roof of the world for thousands of years of silence and despair. A few years ago, when the horn of the western development was blown, a rolling tide of construction surged up in this polar world. Now, a world-renowned steel dragon is the highest region of the earth winding forward, it will break through the forbidden zone of life, through the Mangmang Kunlun, flying frame rift valley rift valley, wake up the dusty wilderness of the dream of a long time. This steel dragon is under construction of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway Gela section (Qinghai Golmud to Lhasa, Tibet). From June 2001 to start construction, this across the roof of the world, the highest altitude, the longest line of the plateau railroad, immediately attracted widespread attention from all walks of life at home and abroad, and has become the beginning of the 21st century appeared in the Chinese land of a shocking the world's world of feats of strength, the Western public opinion called it "China built the second Great Wall".7. What are the poems describing the "railroad"
1, "Railroads" by He Shu Railroads in the extension of the men say that the other side of the mountain is very wonderful, but did not say to their own women that the other side of the mountain is also very hard mountain side of the world, the men sweating tears for the railroad, spilled sweat droplets and throw their wives away, only in the deepest part of the world. For the sake of the railroad, the men sweat and tear and leave their wives and children behind, only to look at the flickering candlelight in silence late at night, and the women are silently worried about the railroad, and the children draw pictures of their fathers, and their mothers say that everything looks like them, except that their eyes don't look like their fathers' eyes, so that for the sake of the railroad, the children hope for the railroad to open and for the railroad to open and for the railroad to open, and for the railroad to open, and for their fathers to open and for their fathers to open and for their fathers to open and for their fathers to open and for their fathers to open the train. At first, because of his youthful exuberance, he and Iron had a long period of mutual admiration, and generally, Iron was always angular and silent, occasionally biting his fingers when he was anxious, and occasionally roaring his ears when he was angry. Later, because of continuous bonding, he and Iron appreciated each other for a longer period of time, and I don't know if it was he who had changed Iron or Iron who had changed him, after which he accepted Iron's silence and learned Iron's heaviness, and after that, Iron accepted his thoughts and read his hopes, and he spent his whole life creating a dream on the flat iron plate with the strongest ink and pen. With the strongest brush of his life, he created his dream on a flat iron plate, scratching away the years with a real iron brush, which had worn out one of the iron brushes.