Ask for poems in praise of Chinese electricity, and verses in praise of electricians

China Electric Power Wen Otomo.

Born in the midst of dire trouble.

Born in the midst of change.

Born in the sun.

Born in the bombardment of atomic energy.

The stator and rotor interact with each other.

Energy that generates new life.

Just as the party and the people interact with each other.

It is the same as giving birth to a new China.

New China fell from the oppression of the three mountains.

After that, electricity developed rapidly.

CPID has stepped onto the stage of history.

The granary is abundant, and the steel flowers are splashing.

Missile launch satellites into the sky.

The energy of electric life.

through a wire-like metal conductor.

to the republic of the body.

Every pore.

Every nerve.

Every inch**.

A steady stream of delivery.

Since then, the Chinese people have really stood up.

Standing tall among the nations of the world.

Now the tide of electricity reform.

Blowing in the face of the strong wind of the separation of the factory and the grid.

Blowing all over the land of China.

China Power has hoisted its sails.

Sail the seas of the 21st century.

Seven Laws] Congratulations on the inaugural issue of "China Electric Power Poetry".

I have not forgotten the snowstorm of the heavenly father, and I never know that the power industry is hidden.

The high-pressure giant network connects the heart, and the new song of Yaqu carries friendship.

But looking at the Confucian Lin Tian soldiers, the culture and martial arts show their talents.

There are also references.

1.Verses about electricians.

Verses about electricians 1What are the sentences that describe electricians.

Holding the pliers in his hand, he is not afraid to walk all over the world.

Bring three pieces of iron and go wherever you go.

1. Although the power industry is hard, it can only enjoy the infinite spring of the garden when it breaks into a butterfly and endures loneliness; The electric power industry is happier, moths to the fire, can withstand the grinding, can feel the colorful and splendid life. Although the sweat of the midsummer heat still soaked through the clothes, the wind chill will penetrate the muscles and bones on a cold day. But just for a sincere exhortation, we will move forward bravely; Only for an eternal faith, we will still ride the whip!

2. Friends, when we see the beautiful patterns outlined by the electric stave under the blue sky, when we stroll through the streets and alleys with flickering lights, do you know that this beautiful everything embodies how much hard work and sweat of our power employees and how much selfless dedication and love of our power employees. The title of my talk today is: Love and Light Together.

3. The reason why the sun burns is because it chooses brilliance; The reason why the people of the power plant work selflessly is because they choose dedication. On the hot land of the power plant, the employees of the power plant chose the cause of mining the sun, built a large-scale modern hydropower enterprise with a steel-like backbone and indomitable will, and dedicated a large amount of electricity to the motherland and the people with their sincere heart and strong hands, composing a hymn to the times.

Resources. Know. Know [citation time 2018-1-18].

2.Verses about thanking the caregivers.

Thanks to a friend's verse:

1.A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. --Li Bai "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

2.He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell. (Li Bai: "Sending Friends".)

3.The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to the Ancient Grass").

4.Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. (Wang Wei: "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi").

5.The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely. (Wang Changling: "Furong House Sends Xin Gradual").

6.Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi: "Don't Dong Da").

7.The peach blossom pond is 3,000 feet of water, which is not as good as Wang Lun to send me love. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun").

8.The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is endless, and only the Yangtze River skyline can be seen. (Li Bai: "Sending Meng Haoran to Guangling").

9.The east gate of Luntai sent you to go, and the snow left a place for horses. (Cen Shen: "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing").

10.Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain. The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of the acquaintances. A scoop of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell").

11.Apricot by the Wanshu River, a new night wind. The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves for a night of wind: a night of spring breeze. Tang Wangya's "Spring Outing".

12.Parting with the king, the same is a eunuch. There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. (Wang Bo: "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou").

13.The Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as good as sending me love.

The stars of heaven have appeared.

It's like countless streetlights.

The street lights in the distance were bright.

It's like countless stars.

A star, a lamp.

with your own aperture.

Prove your existence.

They are so small.

It's so small that it doesn't have a name.

From bustling cities to remote mountain villages.

The silver thread adds the galaxy everywhere in China.

Ambilight and neon flashes.

Thousands of lights and stars are shining.

The motherland is prosperous, prosperous and strong.

It's us, the power workers.

The silver thread provides support for a harmonious society.

to ensure growth, grasp construction, and strengthen the foundation".

It is the heroic commitment of our power workers.

Between villages with poor access.

In the days when the sun is blazing and the ice and snow are frozen.

It's us, the power workers.

Walk through the backcountry.

Through the scorching heat and cold.

From the foot of this one mountain.

to that one col.

Worthy of the years. Worthy of the mission.

When people enjoy family reunions to the fullest.

We waited in front of the wiring diagram of the dispatch grid.

When people visit relatives and friends.

We are nervously dealing with a trip incident.

In front of overloaded lines.

It is because we are proactive and responsible.

It ensures the smooth flow of blood in urban and rural areas.

Electricity seems to illuminate the human mind.

Electricity illuminates our entire life.

And bring us unpredictable power.

I'm thinking about surviving in the age of electricity.

Isn't it our luck.

Electricity: This mysterious thing.

It is inseparable from our lives.

If the electricity is gone

I'm wondering if we're still here.

In the era of slash-and-burn or idyllic.

Life is a lamp.

A lamp with a faint glow.

How hard it is to light up the world's houses.

It only shines on my fragile paper.

Let me get rid of the weariness of a hard day's work.

Look for the poetry of simplicity.

From lighting up my little desk.

to the herb that illuminates the secret code of the doll in the mountains.

How different one light is from another.

It's like going from a poem to a literacy textbook that I bought in exchange for half a year's rations.

Another day is coming.

It is like a lamp that illuminates the night.

It's like poetry illuminates the heart.

Tomorrow I will work hard.

Illuminate the eyes of your hometown.

...... from the dresses that fly in the spring

A work diary of an overhaul worker.

...... from the dresses that fly in the spring

I caught a big colorful butterfly.

Shut up in a small toolbox.

Wrenches, pliers, hammers, and hacksaws.

So many irons in the toolbox.

Beautiful butterflies are on my yellow hard hat.

Can't stay. I took out my hard hat and put it on my head.

And fasten every button of the tooling.

The butterfly is thus imprisoned in solitude.

It's like the whole spring was kept by me affectionately.

Swallows that land on power lines.

Comes with spring.

Light and beautiful flyer.

The elf in purple.

Swallows perch on branches that have just sprouted green shoots.

and perch on the wires that carry light and power.

What not to use.

Is it going to be gone or is it in.

On the way from colder places.

Flocks of swallows perch on power lines in the suburbs.

Another spring is still in a distant mountain village.

Swallow Oh You know.

You loyally run to the path of the warm nest in the mountain village.

Exactly the same as the wire you roost on.

The long river of history, the waves are turbulent, carrying a thick layer of loess, rushing to the east. Poetry, like a clear and gentle stream by the turbulent river, reflects the light that shines like a diamond. Quietly, with the flow of water, I searched.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed; Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling." The soldiers who left their hometowns many years ago have already looked at their faces in front of them.