Poems about describing the spirit of steel 1. The birds and the apes cry and talk of the unity of the two, but do not be separated from them. Drinking down the clear mind, the head of the staff to see the nature of this reason is difficult to say. When the doubts are broken, the original head and face are lightly leaked. Flowers blossom on the rootless tree, and the veins are passed on to the present and the past, shedding the cycle of reincarnation. The whisk with the turtle's hair knocks the rabbit's horn,* the crow crows and the ape's cries talk about the difference, don't be separate with him. Drinking down the clear mind, the head of the staff to see the nature, the reason is hard to say. The doubts are broken, and the original head and face are lightly leaked. Flowers blossom on the rootless tree, and the veins are passed on to the present and the past, shedding the cycle of reincarnation. Whisk turtle hair knock rabbit horn, gargle stone flow spring long tongue. The five schools of Buddhism, the six ancestral intention, empty stand Qi waist snow. For you to lift like, Bitan cold dipped in the autumn moon.
"Ink Song to Lin Mingshu"
Song Wang Mai
Gave you three inches of ancient ink, and you know where this ink comes from.
The Liyang petrochemical thousands of years, steel mortar after 30,000 pestles.
I got it from a man in the past, and he told me to pick it up and hide it.
Now, I'm going to leave you with half of it, so don't be angry.
In the coming August, in the west wind, I will generously do the luggage.
The book bag is not enough, but the only thing in the bag is this.
I have to leave a dagger when I use it, and I want to be annoyed by the great confrontation in the courtyards.
There is also a stone in the name of several rivers in China, which will be used to ask the king to beg for ink.
2. Describe the steel poem
I can't write it myself, other people's work to share with you:
Symphony of the steel man
a
and steel together
Feel the symphony of the tragic
and not bleak
two
The wind comes from the four sides
I hear the notes of steel
echoing inside
Three
As a steel miller
every day I'm one with
the symphony of steel
and I'm not apart
Five
like a blade of grass.
Like a blade of grass
Rooted in the earth
Like a cloud
Embracing the sky
Though it's barren
Six
Steel
is a picture
One of the 1.3 billion parts of me
I carry
the same burden.
Enjoying this
Inspiration
Seven
Steel melts away the sadness
Nine
An arm
Woven in steel
Becomes an everlasting memory
A passionate heart
Spilled in steel
Flies out in an enchanting melody
They are the Symphony of Steel.
They are the most moving part of the symphony of steel
When I think of them
Those who died of work-related injuries
My poems
bring tears to my eyes
Eleven
On steel
Close to the blue sky
Because of the height of steel
On steel On steel
Acacia memories
Because of 5,000 years of hardship
The long road
Thirteen
My father gave everything for steel
I took my father's place
From the countryside far away
Steel was my father's glory
A milestone for me.
I passed it with a firm step
across to another century -
melting into a symphony of steel
a force
a majesty
a clamor
a glory ------
3. What are the verses describing the "steel"
1. "The ancient memory of Jiaotong"
Qing Dynasty: Cao Xueqin
Bronze casting of the golden yong vibrate the discipline, the sound of overseas broadcast Rongqiang.
Ma Yan is a great achievement, and the iron flute is no trouble to say Zifang.
2. The Song of the Two Knives
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
My family has a Jian knife, which is said to be a ghost country iron.
My family has a Jian knife.
The first time I saw it, it was a steel knife.
Change forging cut fly two knives, color to meet the clear snow edge with frost. The two gods of the autumn ice thin,
edge quenching the first toad sheath gold error. The Yue halberd Wu Hook is not enough to boast, cut rhinoceros cut jade should be subterfuge.
The day trial had been grinding the Han River, in the palm of the chestnut sound cold. The God is shocked, but I can get it,
The edge of the blade has already spit out a little smoke. The knife is a sword, and the demons must be hidden, and the monsters must be deterred.
If it were not for the work of a skilled craftsman, it would have been a tailor's box.
3. Red Cliff
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
The halberd has sunk into the sand, and the iron has not been removed.
The east wind is not with Zhou Lang, the bronze sparrow spring deep lock two Qiao.
4. "Six Songs on the Night of the New Year"
Tang Dynasty: Cui Liquid
The jade leaks and the silver pots are not to be rushed, and the iron gate and the golden locks are to be opened in the morning.
Who can sit idly by the moon? The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my home.
5. "Sending Servant Li to Anxi"
Tang Dynasty: Gao Shi
The son of the line to the fly, the golden whip pointed to the iron buckskin. I am not a man of the world, but a man of the world, and I am a man of the world.
The captive is in the north of Yanzhi, and the city of Qin is in the east of Taibai. I'm not disappointed, but I'm looking for the sword.
4. Poems about steel mills in winter
I can't write my own, others can't write theirs The sound doesn't live and the lights don't go out The walls are high and I'm standing at the bottom of the pit Who can't get out of the mud but doesn't see that I'm covered with it? Look, the water pistol and the slurry pump are my weapons Spraying madly and sucking desperately There is nothing but mud on the other side of me Here, here, where the sun isn't easily comprehended The river is smelly and meaningless. Even if occasionally it doesn't stink, or if it doesn't stink so much, there's a huge blankness in the faces of the people, especially when they're coming up to them, how hard it is for the rich to buy insurance, to push buttons, to fly around, where money, luck, and strength count, where resentment doesn't, where the walls are too high, where the inside is full of filth, full of misery, and where every day, every day, the nerves are stretched and broken, and the square and the surroundings are full of flowers, and grasses, and grasses, and grasses, and grasses, and grass, and grass, and grass, and grass, and grass. The square is full of flowers in the center and around the perimeter, and grass for who knows what, and every day, they need watering as much as we do. Big brother, at this time, is scamming at the window of the train station, and second brother has just broken down the door of someone's house, and third brother got married a year ago, and gave birth to a black child, and fourth brother lost the last ten dollars in the brick house over there, and fifth brother got blown away by the security guards, and cursed and spat at them from a long way away, and sixth brother's salary is owed for how many months (how long 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 free 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, laughing, laughing, clapping Someone else is laughing along as if it's 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 that the good metal lies in the hardest stone and that once it's been hammered, it will be able to survive. 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 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, it chews a piece of black bread like a leader, the Symphony of Steel. 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 picture, one of 1.3 billion, and I'm also burdened by it, enjoying the encouragement of it. 7 Iron melts away the sadness. 9 An arm, weaved 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. - A symphony of steel, a force, a majesty, a clamor, a glory ------.
5. Poems about the Iron Man
1. "Live like the Iron Man"
By Gouke
The Iron Man is a kind of spirit, is an era to give
a special group of souls, we are not the Iron Man
just live like the Iron Man, ruthless selfless and rootless
The ditch is connected to the ditch, the husband and wife are less joyful words.
The city is connected to the city, and the children look forward to reunion
The veins are connected to the veins, and the youth is dedicated to the wilderness
Years and years are like this, and the whole life is like a cloud
What kind of environment shapes what kind of people
The boundless Loess Plateau is only suitable for producing unyielding iron men
2. The well team has started another 120,000-meter "long march"
The bonfires are dancing on the site, and the large oil storage tanks are under construction
The string of lamps is moving, and the family members are delivering the fertilizer to the ground
Ah, I see the leaping posture of the Daqing Oilfield
The tens of thousands of iron men have swept through the advancing figure
The iron men have swept through the advancing figure
The iron men are in a hurry, and they have been in the middle of the battlefield, and they have been in the middle of the battlefield.
3. "Portrait of the Iron Man in the Wind and Snow"
By Li Xueheng
I approached you in the winds of the new century
You stood up boldly in the first October of the new century
I approached you in the snow of the umbrellas
You stand tall in the winter of Daqing
Approaching you is to approach the source of the great river of China's petroleum industry
The source of the great river of China's petroleum industry is the source of the great river of China's petroleum industry
I saw that Daqing Oilfield is the most famous oil field in the world.
Approaching you is to enter the blessed land of the national soul.
In the snow and wind, I am close to you
As close to a sacred mountain, the solemnity makes me hold my breath
In the dawn will come, I look up to you
As looking up to a big Buddha, the excitement makes my chest go a thousand hooves
The tallness of the sacred mountain is actually the feeling of the admirer
In the feeling of the sky, the sacred mountain is straight to the cloud
The sacred mountain is straight to the clouds.
The magic power of the Great Buddha is actually the rhythm of the believer's heart
In the ebb and flow of the heart's rhythm, the Great Buddha shakes heaven and earth
4. Mud Pond
By Qiao Shoushan
There is a man
who jumped into this ink stone
dipped his body into the ink
and swung a piece of Chinese petroleum in its historical pages
. The wild grass
is enshrined as a treasured heirloom
Every time I copy it
there is always
a general sense of chivalry/that pours out of my heart.
5. Twenty Years of the Iron Man
By Zhao Shouya
Twenty years, you're gone
But you keep everyone's warmth and coldness in your heart day and night
Twenty years, it's your spirit that doesn't age
The aluminum helmet is still shining in the derrick
The horse lamp is still glowing in the night sky
The aluminum helmet is still shining in the derrick.
The brake, still holding the wind and splitting the rain in the wilderness
The old sheepskin jacket, still warming the north in the wind and snow
Twenty years, these precious twenty years
It is the oil- and blood-starved China
that lets you compress your life generously
Twenty years, twenty years of life that can't be regenerated
It is the Chinese gods who need to be freed from poverty and backwardness. China to get rid of poverty and backwardness
Tells you to pay your flesh and blood and strength to the motherland in advance