1. Are there any collections of poems about steel rolling?
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Steel Symphony ( Choose nine)
Wu Lanbao
1
Together with steel
Feel the tragedy of the symphony
Not Desolation
Part 2
The breeze comes from all sides
Blowing verses
I hear
The notes of steel< /p>
Inside
Echoing
Three
As a steel rolling worker
And every day
< p> Symphony of SteelConnected as one
Not separated
Five
Like a blade of grass
Take root in this piece of land
Like a cloud
Embrace this piece of blue sky
Although it is barren
Six
Steel
Is a huge picture
One in 1.3 billion
Me
also shoulder the same responsibility
This burden
Enjoy this
Promote and encourage
Seven
Steel melts away sorrow
Nine
An arm
Woven in steel
Become an eternal memory
Full of passion
Sprinkled in the steel
Flying out the charming melody
They are in the symphony of steel
The most moving part
Thinking of They
These people who were injured or killed due to work
My poems
burst into tears
November
On steel
Close to the blue sky
Because of the height of steel
On steel
Acacia memories
Because of five thousand years of hardship
The long road
Thirteen
My father gave everything for steel
< /p>
I took over my father’s position
Coming from a far away country
Steel is my father’s glory
A milestone for me
I passed it with solid steps
Stepping into another century -
Melting into the symphony of steel
A kind of force
A kind of majesty
A kind of noise
A kind of brilliance ------ 2. Poems about steel
I can’t write it myself , other people’s works are shared with you:
The Symphony of Iron Man
1
Being with Steel
Feeling the tragedy of the symphony< /p>
Not bleak
Two
The breeze comes from all sides
Blowing the poems
I heard
Notes of Steel
Inside
Echoing
Three
As a Steel Rolling Worker
Every day
The symphony of steel
Integrated into one
Not separated
Five
Like one Like grass
Taking root in this land
Like a cloud
Embracing this blue sky
Although it is barren
Six
Steel
Is a huge picture
One in 1.3 billion
Me
Same as
Should shoulder this burden
Enjoy this burden
Promote and encourage
Seven
Steel melts Go to sadness
Nine
An arm
Woven in steel
Become an eternal memory
One cavity Hot blood
Sprinkled in steel
Flying out charming melodies
They are the most moving part in the symphony of steel
Thinking of them
These people who died due to work-related injuries
My poems
make me burst into tears
Eleven
On steel
Close to the blue sky
Because of the height of steel
On steel
Acacia Memories
Because of five thousand years of hardship
The long road
Thirteen
Father is steel
I gave everything
I took over my father's position
Coming from a far away country
Steel is my father's glory
My building Milestone
I passed it with solid steps
Stepping into another century -
Melting into the symphony of steel
A kind of Power
A kind of majesty
A kind of noise
A kind of brilliance ------ 3. Poems describing steel
Wusu Nian·Shenxuanhehe"
Song Dynasty Anonymous
Shenxuanhehe, strong in studying Taoism, as strong as steel. The noise of birds and the crows of apes are indistinguishable from each other, so be careful not to let them part ways. Drinking it clears the mind, and the head of the stick can see the nature. This principle is difficult to explain. The mystery was solved, and the truth was revealed. Flowers bloom on rootless trees, their veins are passed down through the ages, and they fall off for reincarnation. The feathers of a whisk and the tortoise's feathers knock on the horns of a rabbit, and the noise of a monkey and the crow of a monkey are inseparable. Don't let him say goodbye. Drinking it clears the mind, and the head of the stick can see the nature. This principle is difficult to explain. The mystery was solved, and the truth was revealed. Flowers bloom on rootless trees, their veins are passed down through the ages, and they fall off for reincarnation. The whisk and tortoise hairs knock on the hare's horns, and the flowing springs wash their tongues. There are five sects and six sects passing on the ancestral will, and the sky is waist high with snow. For the king, the autumn moon is soaked in the cold blue pool.
"Ink Song to Uncle Lin Ming"
Wang Mai of the Song Dynasty
I give you three inches of ancient ink as a gift. You know where this ink came from.
Liyang has been petrochemical for thousands of years, and the steel mortar has been used for 30,000 pestles.
I got it from a stranger in the past, so I picked it up and kept it as a treasure.
I now leave half of it as your legacy. It is wonderful and valuable, so don’t be angry.
In the west wind next August, I will generously pack my luggage.
The book bag contains no half-parallel parallelism, and this is the only one in the bolt-point holder.
Be sure to leave a dagger when using it, as Danchi will bother him.
There are also Wuxi memorial stones, waiting for the king to ask for ink letters. 4. What are the poems describing "steel"
1. "Jiaozhi Nostalgia"
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
The bronze and gold yong vibrating the outline of the book, and the sound spread overseas Rong Qiang.
Ma Yuan has made great contributions, and the iron flute has no trouble talking about the ovary.
2. "The Song of Cutting Two Knives"
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
My family has a jian knife, and people are like ghosts and national irons. When cutting Luo cutting Qi is not blunt,
it can be used to fold one share every three years. The Nanzhong craftsman Chun used steel, and then Panqu's hand was injured.
Change the forging and flying two knives, the color welcomes the snow and the frost. The autumn ice of the two sacred objects is thin, and the blades are quenched with gold from the first toad sheath. Crossing the halberd and using the Wu hook is not worthy of praise, but cutting the rhinoceros and cutting the jade should be done with regret.
During the Japanese examination, I once rubbed my hands by the Han River, and the sound of trembling in my palms was cold and cold. The god was frightened and frightened, but he managed to hold it back.
The blade tip has exhaled a slight smoke. The sword is as bright as the sword, and the evil spirits must hide the monsters and be frightened.
If the workmanship is not good and the clothes are out of shape, just ask the tailor for the suitcase.
3. "Red Cliff"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The broken halberd sinks in the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and recognized by the previous dynasty.
Dongfeng refuses to be with Zhou Lang, and Tongquechun locks Erqiao deeply.
4. "One of the Six Poems of Shangyuan Night"
Tang Dynasty: Cui Ye
Don't rush the jade leaky silver pot, the iron gate and the golden lock are clear open.
Who can sit around and watch the moon? Where can I hear the light but not see it?
5. "Send Li Shiyu to Anxi"
Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi
The walking son points to the flying canopy, and the golden whip points to the iron Cong. Fame spreads thousands of miles away, but thoughts are contained in a cup.
The captives blocked the Yan branch to the north and the Qin city was to the east of Taibai. Don't be melancholy when you leave your soul, look at the hero with the sword.
5. Urgently looking for poems praising steel rolling workers (hot-rolled steel workers)
-Yongchang rising in the wind and rain
-All industries are waiting to be revived to create steel rolling-
-You contain an unyielding spirit-
-Skeleton of steel-
-You contain a sincere will-
-Perseverance-
-You are filled with the breath of youth-
- Sonorous and heroic-
-Flowers blooming and falling-
-Cold fragrance and refreshing snow-
-Steel rolling in the golden autumn anniversary-
-Thank you for your support through thick and thin during the journey-
-Thank you for your silent efforts during the difficulties-
-Joy Thank you for your continued support -
-The voyage is the sea-
-The flight is the blue sky-
-Let the golden autumn steel rolling be with you-
-Cross the mountains together-
-Sail the sea together-
-Soar into the blue sky together-
Just take a look! ! 6. Poems describing steel plants in winter
I can’t write, and other people’s voices can’t be heard. The lights are not extinguished. The walls are standing steeply. I’m standing at the bottom of the pit. Who comes out of the mud without being stained? My whole body is covered with mud. Look, water guns and mud pumps are my weapons, spraying like crazy, sucking like hell, there's only mud on the other side of me, here, here, the sun is not easy to understand, the river stinks, and it's boring, even if occasionally it doesn't stink, or Not so smelly. There is a huge blank on the face of the citizens, especially when they are coming towards you. Rich people work hard to buy insurance, press the button, and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are useful here. Resentment is useless here. The wall is too high, it's full of filth, it's full of pain. Every day, the nerves are strained and broken. There are flowers in the center and around the square, and grass for who knows who to see. Every day, they need it just like us. Brother Sprinkler, was cheating at the window of the train station. Brother 2 just pried open the door of someone's house. Brother 3 got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Brother 4 lost the last ten yuan in the brick house over there. Brother 5 They were kicked out by the security guards and scolded and spat at them from a distance. How many months was Brother Six's salary in arrears (this is useless, you sighing honest man)? They drank at night... There is no tomorrow. The streets are getting wider and brighter. Suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and they come with ties. It’s disappointing. The shelves in the supermarket are full. But when you turn around and don’t look at it, it’s gray. The good days in the corner are like gusts of cold wind. Sister Feng, who chases the poor, has to work three hundred and sixty-five days a year. The second sister does not cry, although her finger was just crushed by a machine. The third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister is with a rich man, and her life is not that bad. Let’s not talk about the two youngest sisters. One is standing across the street, not knowing what to do, and the other has long since disappeared. Here, only the sun is not so rough. In the dormitory There is only rain and snow between the building and the factory, which is not so cold. Between the ruins and the construction site, someone is singing on the TV. They keep laughing, laughing and laughing, and clapping their hands. Some people laugh along, as if it is funny... And No matter what, we must live. It’s not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the vast and desolate land... Hammer, dark horse, hammer will never understand gentleness, spend a lifetime practicing tenacity, it tells itself: Good metal is hidden Once struck in the hardest stone, the sweat splashes and the clenched mind chisels the sunshine, looking for it to become the endless singing in life, "Dang Dang, Dang Dang..." The most beautiful language in the life of a hammer, a machine. Hao Maojun. When a machine gets old, it will be disobedient. It will treat us with a temper we are not used to yet, but it is innocent. Just like my grandfather, he can't do anything. He is deaf, mute and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes is burning. Everyone acts as if everything is our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I carefully fed him food and the confidence to live for a long time. A machine is getting old. What is more troublesome is not a machine. In itself, we have doubts about our own habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including your and my body. Stop and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down, even if we don’t need it, let it stay intact. There our mood will be calm
However, my grandfather has long been a thing of the past. He lives occasionally in some of my memories. Why does the centrifuge betray the rope? It has been ignored and controlled by the inverter. It suddenly discharges a series of gases, like a person who laughs a few times and then turns into something. I suspect it is a sinister guy. I suspect it understands politics. Now its shell is scorching and there are signs of fever. The electrician frowned and stayed up all night. His eyes were red and swollen. He held a measuring instrument in his hand. He yawned cautiously and fell down on the chair. Turning the switch on and off, he blinked and said happily, "I have to sleep." The centrifuge must have another accomplice. The entire production line is mutiny. It remains calm. It doesn't say a word and no one dares to notice it. Look down on it, it cuts off a section of time, like a leader chewing a piece of black bread. Symphony of Steel (Choose 9) Wu Lanbao Yi and Steel feel the tragedy and grandeur of the symphony together, it is not desolate. 2 The breeze blows the poem from all sides. I hear the notes of steel. Echoing in it 3 As a steel rolling worker, I am integrated with the symphony of steel every day without separation 5 Take root like a piece of grass This piece of land embraces this piece of blue sky like a cloud Although it is barren 6 Steel is a huge picture Thirteen I, one billionth of a million, also shoulder this burden, enjoy this spur, and inspire. Seven steels melt away the sorrow. Nine. An arm is woven in the steel and becomes an eternal memory. A cavity of blood is sprinkled in the steel and flies out a charming melody. They are steel. The most touching part in the symphony. When I think of these people who were injured or killed due to work, my poems burst into tears. Three, my father dedicated everything to steel. I took over my father's position. Coming from a far away country, steel is my father's honor. I passed it with solid steps and crossed to another century - integrating into the symphony of steel into a force. One kind of majesty, one kind of excitement and one kind of brilliance------.
7. About poems praising steel workers
I can’t write, and other people’s voices can’t be heard. The lights are not extinguished, and the walls stand steeply. I’m standing at the bottom of the pit. Who came out of the mud without being stained? I’m covered in mud. Look, water guns and mud pumps are my weapons, spraying like crazy, sucking like hell, there's only mud on the other side of me, here, here, the sun is not easy to understand, the river stinks, and it's boring, even if occasionally it doesn't stink, or Not so smelly. There is a huge blank on the face of the citizens, especially when they are coming towards you. Rich people work hard to buy insurance, press the button, and fly around here. Money, luck and strength are useful here. Resentment is useless here. The wall is too high, it's full of filth, it's full of pain. Every day, the nerves are strained and broken. There are flowers in the center and around the square, and grass for who knows who to see. Every day, they need it just like us. Brother Sprinkler was cheating at the window of the train station. Brother 2 just broke open someone’s door. Brother 3 got married years ago and gave birth to a black child. Brother 4 lost his last ten dollars in the brick house over there. Brother 5 They were kicked out by the security guards and scolded and spat at them from a distance. How many months was Sixth Brother's salary in arrears (this is useless, you sighing honest man)? They drank at night... There is no tomorrow. The streets are getting wider and brighter. Suits are getting cheaper and cheaper, and they come with ties. It’s disappointing. The shelves in the supermarket are full. But when you turn around and don’t look at it, it’s gray. The good days in the corner are like gusts of cold wind. Sister Feng, who chases the poor, has to work three hundred and sixty-five days a year. The second sister does not cry, although her finger was just crushed by a machine. The third sister can read and write, so what? The fourth sister is with a rich man, and her life is not that bad. Let’s not talk about the two youngest sisters. One is standing across the street, not knowing what to do, and the other has long since disappeared. Here, only the sun is not so rough. In the dormitory There is only rain and snow between the building and the factory, which is not so cold. Between the ruins and the construction site, someone is singing on the TV. They keep laughing, laughing and laughing, and clapping their hands, and others are laughing along, as if it is funny...and No matter what, we have to live. It’s not surprising that this winter will be so cold, just like our hometown, the endless wasteland... Hammer, dark horse, hammer will never understand gentleness, practice tenacity all his life, and tell himself: Good metal is hidden Once struck in the hardest stone, the sweat splashes and the clenched mind chisels the sunlight, looking for it to become the endless singing in life, "Dang Dang, Dang Dang..." The most beautiful language in the hammer's life, a machine. Hao Maojun. When a machine gets old, it will be disobedient. It will treat us with a temper we are not used to yet, but it is innocent. Just like my grandfather, he can't do anything. He is deaf, mute and paralyzed. The anger in his eyes is burning. Everyone acts as if everything is our fault. His silence is actually a bigger confrontation. My father and I carefully fed him food and the confidence to live for a long time. A machine is getting old. What is more troublesome is not a machine. In itself, we have doubts about our own habits. A machine will eventually grow old, including your and my body. Stop and think about it. No one wants a machine to break down, even if we don’t need it, let it stay intact. There our mood will be calm and comfortable. My grandfather has long been a thing of the past and occasionally lives in some of my memories. Why does the centrifuge betray the rope? It has been ignored and controlled by the inverter. It suddenly discharges a series of gases like a person. Hehe. Laugh a few times and then turn into a lazy guy who does nothing. I suspect it is an insidious guy. I suspect it understands politics. Now its shell is burning and there are signs of mental fever. The electrician frowned and stayed up all night. His eyes were red and swollen. He held a measuring instrument in his hand and he yawned cautiously. He flopped down on the chair. He turned the switch on and off. He blinked and said happily, "I have to sleep." The centrifuge must have had another accomplice. The entire production line was mutinous. It remained calm and said nothing. No one dares to look down upon it. It cuts off a piece of time, like a leader chewing a piece of black bread. Symphony of Steel (Choose Nine) Wu Lanbao Yi and Steel feel the tragedy and grandeur of the symphony together, not desolate. The breeze blows from all sides. Verse I heard the notes of steel echoing inside 3 As a steel rolling worker, I am integrated with the symphony of steel every day without separation 5 Take root like a piece of grass This piece of land embraces this piece of blue sky like a cloud Although it is barren 6 Steel I am one of the 1.3 billion copies of a huge picture. I also shoulder this burden and enjoy this spur. Seven steel melts away sorrow. Nine. An arm is woven in the steel and becomes an eternal memory. A cavity of blood is sprinkled and flies in the steel. They are the most moving part in the symphony of steel. Thinking of these people who were injured or killed due to work, my poems burst into tears. Eleven is close to the blue sky on steel because of the height of steel.
I miss my memories on steel because of the five thousand years of hard work and long road. Thirteen, my father gave everything for steel. I took over my father's position. I came from a distant countryside. Steel is my father's glory. I passed it with solid steps. Stepping into another century - integrating into the steel symphony a kind of force, a majesty, a noise and a glory ------.