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1. Poetry about Industry
Poetry about Industry 1. What are the poems describing "enterprise"
1. "Spring Hope"
The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, and the grass and trees are deep in the city in spring.
The flower splashes tears when you feel the time, and the bird is scared when you hate to say goodbye.
The beacon fire lasts for three months, and the letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The white head is shorter than the white hair, and I wish I could not win the hairpin.
The mountains and rivers are shattered, the wind is fluttering, and the world is floating and raining.
They are the most important thing in the world, and they are the most important thing in the world.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to take the heart of a man and shine it on the green. The sound of the four sides of the horn, a thousand roaches, the long smoke and the sun closed the lonely city.
A cup of turbid wine and a million miles away from home, Yan Ran has not yet returned to no plan. The Qiang Guan yo frost all over the ground, people do not sleep, the general white hair, the recruiter tears.
4, "Jiangchengzi - Mizhou hunting" - Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The old man chat hair teenage madness, the left pull the yellow, the right Optimus Cang, brocade hat and sable fur, a thousand riders rolled Pinggang.
In order to pay back the city with the governor, I personally shot the tiger and watched Sun Lang.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it! I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
I will pull the bow like the full moon, look northwest and shoot the wolf.
5. "Miscellaneous Poems of the Sixth Year of the Lunar New Year"
The sun is slanting, and the whip is pointing to the east, which is the end of the world.
The falling red is not an unfeeling thing, and it is more protective of flowers than spring mud.
The poems about China's ancient agriculture, handicrafts and industry
Wang Wei's "Deer Chai": I don't see anyone on the empty mountains, but I can hear people's voices.
Returning to the scene into the deep forest, and again shine on the moss. Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood, red calyx in the mountains.
The streams are quiet, and no one is there. Wang Wei's "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains" (山居秋瞑)：After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes late in the fall.
The moon shines between the pines, and the spring flows over the stones. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the middle of the night.
The spring fragrance rests at will, the king's grandchildren can stay. Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream": the osmanthus flowers fall in idleness, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": the slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor alleys.
The wild old man remembers the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The old man is thinking of the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The farmer is here with his hoe, and he says, "I'm glad to see you," and he says, "I'm glad to see you. The first time I saw him, I was so envious of him, and I was so disappointed that I was singing about the decline of the world.
Wang Jian's "Walking in the Field": the man's voice is happy, the woman's face is happy, and the family does not complain about the words. In May, although the wheat is hot, the wind is clear, and the reeling carriages are singing on the eaves.
The silkworms do not take the cocoon, and the moths are born between the leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
I don't want to go back to the entrance, but I'm not going to sell my yellow calf to the city. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money, and then you'll have to pay for it! Zhang Ji's "Song of the Wild Old Man": the old farmer's family is poor and lives in the mountains, cultivating three or four acres of mountain fields.
The seedling tax is too much to eat, and is imported into the official warehouse and turned into soil. The old farmer's family lives in the mountains, and he is poor, but he can't eat because of the high taxes.
The West River is a place where people have hundreds of dollars in beads, and where dogs are raised in boats to eat meat. Nie Yizhong's "Hurting Tianjia": selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May.
The "Sore in front of my eyes" is healed, but the "flesh in my heart" is plucked out. I wish that the king's heart could be turned into a bright candle.
I don't want to light up the banquet, but I want to light up the house of the fugitive. Wei Yingwu's "Viewing the Field House": the rain is new, and the thunder is the beginning of the hibernation.
The family has been idle for a few days, and farming has begun since then.
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the field, and the second time I saw the movie, I was in the garden.
The scene is always calm, drinking water from the west stream. The price of a meal is not too high, but the price of a meal is too high, and the price of a meal is not too high.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of a journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a journey.
Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain" (《山中寡妇》)：Husband was killed in battle, and his hair was burnt on his sideburns in hemp ramie clothes. The widow of Du Xunhe's "The Widow in the Mountain": Her husband died in the army and kept her in her hut, and she was burnt to a crisp.
The first time I saw this, I picked wild vegetables and boiled them with roots, and then I chopped raw wood and burned it with leaves. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Wang Wei's "Weichuan Tianjia": the slanting light shines on the marketplace, and the cows and sheep return to the poor streets. The old man was thinking of the shepherd boy, leaning on his staff and waiting for the thorny door.
The pheasant and the robin are in the wheat seedlings, the silkworms are sleeping in the mulberry leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I am envious of the idleness of the world, and I am disappointed to see the world in a state of decay. Wang Wei's "Garden in Spring": The spring turtles are singing in the house, and the apricot blossoms are white by the trees.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The old man is looking at the new calendar.
The wineglasses are not in the right place, and I am disappointed that I am traveling far away from my home. Meng Haoran's "Passing by the Old Man's Village": the old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house.
The village is surrounded by green trees, and the green hills are slanting away from the countryside. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life.
When it comes to the sun, I will come back to the chrysanthemums. Du Fu's "The Year of the Yearning": the year of the cloud is over, more north wind, Xiaoxiang Cave Garden white snow.
The fishing father's net is freezing in the cold, and he is not forced to shoot the geese to sound the mulberry bow. Last year, the rice was expensive, and this year, the rice is cheap, and it hurts the farmers.
The high motor officials are tired of wine and meat, and their looms and shafts are empty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I heard of this was when I was in the middle of a fight with a man who had been in the middle of a fight for his life. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
It is the easiest way to get the money, and the good and the bad don't match the good and the bad. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Wen Tingyun's "Burning Song": get up and look at the south mountain, the mountain fire burning mountain fields. The redness of the sunset is like extinction, and the short flame is connected again.
Differences to the rock, Ran Ling green wall. The winds of the past have been blowing, and the winds have been blowing, and the winds of the past have been blowing.
The neighbor can speak in Chu, leaning on the plug to weep.
A neighboring man can speak the language of Chu, leaning on the plug, wanting to shed tears.
The bean seedlings are full of bugs, and the flowers on the hedges are like houses. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
In the New Year, the rain is clearing up, and the gods are playing everywhere. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The gods are in a state of flux, so they are in a state of flux, and they are in a state of flux. The first thing you need to do is to blow the fire to the white grass, and the sickle to reflect the red sugarcane.
The wind drove the mistletoe leaves to smoke, and the mistletoe trees connected to the flat mountains. The star is in the sky, and the embers are falling in front of the stairs.
The crow's maiden cursed the year of plenty. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field at Four Times (I)": plums and apricots are fat, wheat flowers and vegetables are scarce. The day is long and no one has passed through the hedge, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Fan Chengda's "Miscellany in the Field and Garden at Four Times (II)": "Cultivating the fields by day and performing hemp at night, and the village's children are each in charge of their own families. The children and grandchildren are not yet ready for plowing and weaving, but they are also learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
3. request description of industrial takeoff poem
big mine in your 90th birthday, I want to sing to you, but I can not find suitable for you that the melody of the mountains and rivers; big mine in your wings to take off, I want to write a heroic poem for you, but those trivial words are difficult to narrate your majestic spirit. I can only rest in your arms to the blue sky shouting to the night sky to say ......
As a new era of the big mine people I feel immensely proud and proud,
Because in the big mine this side of the water and soil I will be able to soar to the sky
As a new era of the big mine people I feel anxious and restless,
As a new era of the big mine people I feel anxious and restless,
As a new era of the big mine people I feel anxious and restless,
As a new era of the big mine people I feel anxious and restless.
Seeing you grow so fast, I am afraid to be left behind
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You as the backbone of Anshan Steel, whether it is full of insults and oppression, or experience exploration and practice
In various historical periods you will carry forward the noble spirit of Iron Mountain, casting the soul of iron and steel in the grinding jili over the years
The big mines you face the Japanese invaders hooves of cruel trampling and looting of the transcendent make me submissive
You do not humiliate, upright disabled body, with unyielding heart ushered in a new era of the world.
When the light of the five gold stars melted off the last remnants of the sun
The first big miners for you to wipe the stains of blood
Your blood also stained the heart of the Chinese nation
Since then, your spirit has been y dissolved into the blood of the people of the big mines
Successive generations of the big mines is precisely by virtue of the blood of the big mines for the writing of an infinitely beautiful poem Infinitely magnificent poem ......
The construction of the early hardworking and hard-working heroes of the Iron Mountain with backward equipment and almost primitive way
for the new China's four modernization of the construction of bricks and mortar
At this time the big miners are blood and sweat to continue and develop the spirit of the Iron Mountain
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With the spring breeze of reform, openness and activation knocked open the door of China's economy,
The fresh vitality also opened up the stereotypical thinking of the people of the big mines
The unblocking of the mind is better than the liberation of the body, the people of the big mines who breathed a different kind of breath are no longer silent
With the new and pragmatic business philosophy of searching for new ideas, searching for and practicing the road of the revitalization and development of the big mines
The market economy, which is a market economy, has a great deal to offer, and it's not just about the market.
In the past two decades, the successive leaders of the situation and the hard work of countless people in the mine
laid down the weathered mine in the mining company's leading position
Contemporary people in the mine in the spirit of dedication, pragmatism, innovation, and strive to be the first spirit of the enterprise
are full of ambition with their own ingenuity and youthful vitality
Raise the "to build a world-class iron ore mine", "to build a world-class iron ore mine", "to build a world-class iron ore mine", "to build a world-class iron ore mine", "to build a world-class iron ore mine", "to build a world-class iron ore mine". "to build a world-class iron ore mine" sail
Riding on the "revitalization of the old industrial base in Northeast China" ship forward
The mine carried out a bold reform to improve the overall management upgrade
With the wisdom of the brain
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As a big mine workers I have to pour for you
Because nowadays the big mine after several generations of big mine people **** with efforts
has been with the rapid development of the past humiliation
The green of life spreads to every corner
So that this is like the ancient capital of the mines more and more youthful and overflowing
The quality of staff has also stepped on the civilization of the mine.
The quality of the staff has also stepped on the ladder of civilization
Shaping a new era of corporate image for the mine
The rapid development is better than the Yellow River
The take-off of the mine is no longer a dream
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My beloved mine
No complete record can encompass your 90 years of history
No vivid description can tell your 90 years of stormy weather
I can only embrace your broad arms and spreading wings with my respectful gaze
I just want to use my heart of mine to hold up your tomorrow's rise
I want to use my heart of mine to hold up your tomorrow's rise.
Propaganda target: corporate decision-makers Propaganda goal: highlight the strength of the enterprise, enhance the competitiveness of the enterprise's public relations image Basic idea: through a publicity target can identify with the philosophical language, to publicize the target in the mind to establish a good image, to have a certain connotation at the same time pay attention to the words and phrases are beautiful. Such as the more successful: everything is possible, Nike; only for quality life, Mengniu; just do it (just do it), Nike; I can, China Mobile; taste great!
5. Find some poems in praise of workers
The voices are not silent, the lights are not out, the walls are high, and I am standing at the bottom of a pit, and who is it that does not see that I am covered in mud, but look, the water gun and the mud pump are my weapons, spraying like mad, sucking like hell, and there is nothing but mud across the street from me, and here, here in this part of the world, the sun is not easy to understand, the river stinks and it is boring, even if it occasionally becomes not stinky, or less stinky. There's a great blankness in the faces of the people, especially when they come face to face with the rich, who work so hard, buying insurance, pushing buttons, flying around, where money, luck and strength are useful, where resentment is useless, where the walls are too high, full of filth, full of misery, where every day, every day, the nerves are stretched and broken, where the square is filled in the center and the surroundings with flowers and lawns for no one in particular, where every day, every day, they need, as much as we do, the same thing, the same thing, and they need, as much as we do. They need watering as much as we do Big brother, at this time, is scamming at the window of the train station Second brother has just broken down the door of someone's house Third brother got married a year ago and gave birth to a black child Fourth brother lost his last ten dollars in the brick house over there Fifth brother was thrown out by the security guards, who cursed and spat at them from afar Sixth brother's salary is owed for how many months (how many months is this useless, sighing, honest man)? At night they drink ...... There is no tomorrow The streets are getting wider and brighter The suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and they come with a tie The shelves in the supermarkets are stacked to the rafters, and in the gray corners where you don't look, the good old days are like cold winds that chase the poor The first sister works 365 days a year The second sister doesn't cry, even though she's just had her finger run over by a machine The third sister has a finger that's just been cut off by a machine, and the third sister has a finger that's just been cut off by a machine. Second sister doesn't cry, even though she just lost her finger to a machine. Third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister is with a rich man, and she's not so bad The youngest two sisters, let's not talk about them 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 the snow are less cold Between the ruins and the construction site, there are people who sing on the TV, laughing and laughing and clapping Someone else laughs with them as if they're very funny ...... And anyway we have to live It's not surprising that it's so cold this winter, just like in our hometown, where the land is deserted and endless ...... Hammer Black Horse Hammer never knows tenderness and spends its whole life practicing tenacity It tells itself: good metal is hidden in the hardest stone, and when it's hardened, it's hardened, and it's hardened. Once struck, the sweat splashes, and the clenched heart chisels the sunlight, and the search becomes the endless song of life. "Clang, clang, clang. ......" The most beautiful language in the hammer's life A machine grows old Hao Maojun A machine grows old, and it won't listen, and it will use a temper we're not used to. A machine grows old, it doesn't listen, it treats us with a temper we're not used to, but it's innocent, just like my grandfather, unable to do anything, deaf, mute, paralyzed, with an anger in his eyes that burns through everyone as if it were our fault, and his silence is in fact an even greater confrontation, a machine that grows old, and which, for a long time, my father and I carefully fed with the confidence that it would live, but which, in a machine, is not so much a machine as a machine itself, but rather, a machine that is more suspicious of the way we are used to being, and that we will eventually come to doubt the machine. A machine grows old, including your body and mine, and when you think about it, no one wants a machine to break down, even if we don't need it anymore, and if we leave it intact, we'll feel better. My grandfather is a thing of the past, an occasional living in some of my memories, and the centrifuge betrays the rope, which has been ignored, which has been controlled by the inverter, and which suddenly emits a series of gases like a man's own. A series of gases, like a man's hee-haw, and then he turns into a sloth who does nothing I suspect it's a sinister fellow I suspect it knows politics Now its shell burns with the signs of a feverish mind The electrician frowns, he's been up all night, his eyes are red and swollen, he's got his gauge in his hand, he's careful, he yawns, and then his butt falls into his chair He closes the switch and pulls it down, and he winks happily and he says, "I've got to go to sleep" The centrifuge is surely another conspirator. The centrifuge must have another accomplice, the whole line is in upheaval, it doesn't move, it doesn't say a word, no one dares to underestimate it now, it cuts a slice of time, like a leader chewing a piece of black bread, the Symphony of Steel, Wu Lanbao, I, together with the steel, feel the tragedy of the Symphony, it's not sad, the fresh winds blowing on the four sides of the poem, and I can hear the note of steel, it echoes inside, I, a steel miller, every day, I'm connected to the Symphony of Steel, not separated, five, like a blade of grass. As a steel miller, every day I'm connected to the symphony of steel, not separated from it. 5 Like a blade of grass, rooted in the earth, like a cloud, embracing the blue sky, though it's barren. 6 Steel is a huge picture, and one of the 1.3 billion of us who share this burden enjoys the encouragement and the encouragement of it. 7 Iron melts away sadness. 9 An arm, woven in steel, becomes a memory for eternity, and a passionate heart, spilled in steel, flies out to an enchanting melody, and they're the most beautiful thing in the symphony of steel. Thinking of them, those who died of work-related injuries, brings tears to my eyes. 11 On steel, close to the blue sky, because of the height of steel, on steel, I think of memories, because of the 5,000 years of hardship, the long road. 13 My father gave everything for steel, and I took over my father's post, from a country far away, and steel was my father's glory, my milestone, which I passed with a firm step, and which I carried with me across the centuries, a force that melted into the symphony of steel, a force that was the most powerful. - Melting into a symphony of steel, a force, a majesty, a clamor, a glory ------ May Day is a holiday for all workers.
Labor creates the world, and the laborer is always the indispensable subject of literary works. With the continuous enrichment of literary themes, the status of ordinary workers in literature has become somewhat marginalized from the "protagonist" before the Cultural Revolution.
In our country, as the leading class of the working class, their excellent qualities of hard work deserve a place in literature. In fact, there are still some writers with a deep understanding and love for the working people, trying hard to write some good works that express the theme of laborers and are attractive to ordinary readers.
Critic Zeng Zhennan believes that in the new literature since the May Fourth Movement, labor and working people have always been the object of attention of progressive writers, and that deep sympathy for the situation of working people, respect and praise for the excellent qualities of working people, and praise for the great achievements they have made, have occupied an important place in our literature. Gorky once said, "The basic theme of our works is: socialist labor as the organizer of the new mankind, and the new mankind as the organizer of socialist labor.
"He also said, "We should choose labor as the main hero of our books." The New China.