Daqing poetry

1, Bodhisattva is full of Daqing

Guan Jixiang

The red flag was once delicate and charming, and it was a heroic biography. Oil waves are surging, shocking the world.

China can be independent, and Daqing is a monument. Forty years later, the journey is even more spectacular.

2. On the way to visit songji oil well.

Wang Xianli

Yang Songji set foot in this place early, so why look for an old well? The sky is covered with snow and clouds, and the ground lifting buildings are covered with smoke.

The refining tower reappears in the sky and the drilling rig is full of songs. Forget the bird's nest, the birds are lost in the oil sea, so the base can be built by the sun.

3. Iron Man Memorial Hall

Wang Xianli

The emerald birds in the forest call for silence, and the garden misses the guests and stays still. The roaring Iron Man becomes a jade carving, and the clothes of the Millennium will be displayed on the floor.

Youth sang heroic songs, and the white snow finally faded away. Throughout the history of entrepreneurship, people look back step by step.

4. Oil Village

Wang Xianli

Sleepless spring nights are longer, and the moon and breeze reminisce about hometown. Last year, the mountain was blocked by clouds, and the rain stopped.

It is said that the pipeline crosses the field, but the oil-sensitive flowers reflect the tile wall. Is the landlord of the well team here today? Tianya dream calls mom.

5. Ode to Daqing Place Names

Wang Xianli

Reach the peak, the tiger hits the palace gate, and the Xiao Fang Red Flag Torch is brand new. The business plan strengthens the blacksmith, and the harvest will build a family by leaps and bounds.

The heroes fight against Liu Zhu, aiming at evergreen. Sabing dances with dragons and phoenixes in the north and dragons and phoenixes in the south, overlooking the new village.

Dragon and tiger roared in the east wind of Gaotai, enriching the country and strengthening the people, singing Datong. Honggang has been swinging in Jinzhong for three years, and the silver wave in Montenegro has started in Bandung.

Xing didn't have the courage to run to the cattle farm and decided to update to Maying. Lou Chunlei surprised Wan Bao, and Lin Yuan Spark was fond of the house.

Extended data:

Daqing, known as "the city of natural lakes and the capital of green oil", is a service outsourcing demonstration city in China, a national environmental protection model city, a national civilized city, the first batch of pilot cities for safe development in China, a national garden city, and ranked 55th in the list of the top 100 cities in China in 20 17.

The anniversary oil field is the largest oil field in China and the tenth largest oil field in the world. It is a famous industrial city with petroleum and petrochemical as its pillar industry. The industrial output value reached the second place in Northeast China, and the per capita GDP reached $20,000.

20 17 1 1 month, and it was confirmed that the honorary title of national civilized city would continue to be retained. 20 18/month, 1 1 month, selected as one of the top cities in China 100.

Baidu Encyclopedia-Daqing (Heilongjiang Province)

2. A poem praising Daqing: Son of Oil

-Dedicated to the first generation of "Iron Man" Wang Jinxi.

If the lit fire can light up the motherland

You should be the brightest one in that smile.

If the flowing oil river can reflect the stars in the sky

You should be the brightest one in the vast sea of people.

The iron fist you hold on to the brake handle

Crushed the barbarism full of eternal silence

The cry of your trembling life

Interpretation of the green desire not to be silent.

In order to make dreams shine in the vast night sky

You stretch out your hands to the heartless beggar and ask him for money.

Sharpen passion and tragic life.

You sway and devour the hungry north wind, snow and absurdity.

The sun sets back to the earth.

Your eyes are closed day and night.

The call to shake the wilderness

It is the kind of expectation that you will never forget your life.

Your body rises and falls with the stars.

Such as magnets, to firmly support the derrick on the ground.

Your veins are full of lasting calling promises.

For example, the article conveys warmth to the mother's anemic heart.

Silence as cold as a snake.

How can generosity touch its depths?

I want your frozen hands to build a white nest for it.

I want your tough character to carve a beautiful appearance for it.

A cold night as clear as washing

Snow is tearing your heart.

I can't count how much I gave up.

A glimmer of hope for family reunion.

You endure the harassment and ridicule of mosquitoes.

Write down the shock and glory of the future on a quiet night.

You face the sun and approach the giant.

Use. Son of oil

-Dedicated to the first generation of "Iron Man" Wang Jinxi.

If the lit fire can light up the motherland

You should be the brightest one in that smile.

If the flowing oil river can reflect the stars in the sky

You should be the brightest one in the vast sea of people.

The iron fist you hold on to the brake handle

Crushed the barbarism full of eternal silence

The cry of your trembling life

Interpretation of the green desire not to be silent.

In order to make dreams shine in the vast night sky

You stretch out your hands to the heartless beggar and ask him for money.

Sharpen passion and tragic life.

You sway and devour the hungry north wind, snow and absurdity.

The sun sets back to the earth.

Your eyes are closed day and night.

The call to shake the wilderness

It is the kind of expectation that you will never forget your life.

Your body rises and falls with the stars.

Such as magnets, to firmly support the derrick on the ground.

Your veins are full of lasting calling promises.

For example, the article conveys warmth to the mother's anemic heart.

Silence as cold as a snake.

How can generosity touch its depths?

I want your frozen hands to build a white nest for it.

I want your tough character to carve a beautiful appearance for it.

A cold night as clear as washing

Snow is tearing your heart.

I can't count how much I gave up.

A glimmer of hope for family reunion.

You endure the harassment and ridicule of mosquitoes.

Write down the shock and glory of the future on a quiet night.

You face the sun and approach the giant.

Illuminate all thoughts on earth with burning faith.

You melt the last warm candle in the spring smile.

But I can't see the tombstone made of delicious flowers.

This is the hometown of Dai Yue where you wear stars and carve oil flowers.

The hand-planted Christmas tree is blooming.

Taste your first glass of milk with a strong fascination.

I am eager to measure your noble soul with the life of poetry.

Your long sleep is the eternal beautiful scenery of the northern night sky.

Deeply shining with the loyalty of those sons of oil

3. Poetry about the spirit of Daqing Oilfield, Song Fu 1, Daqing Oilfield Author: The wind is blowing. A modern giant wakes up in darkness and suffering. Opening your eyes is full of holes. It is a waste of time to open his eyes. The oil industry is even more precarious. Without oil planes, oil cars and roads, there would be no blood for the construction and development of oil giants. In order to be strong, we must find oil, let petroleum geologists study it, let oil drillers drill it, and let oil mobilize all forces that can be mobilized to find, find, find ... Where is the vast underground oil in the motherland? One autumn afternoon, the drillers' energy bloomed in the oil well of "Songji No.3 Well", and the black oil flow finally gushed out. The drillers are boiling in Songnen Plain, and the motherland is boiling. We finally found a world-class super-large oil field. Since then, there has been a resounding name here: Daqing II. Spirit of Daqing Oilfield Author: The wind is blowing, bringing hope to the motherland and the people. Let's start at once, March into the Songnen Plain, March into the blue sky overhead, live in an abandoned cowshed and stable without housing, be self-reliant without food, struggle hard without machines, and have no conditions to overcome difficulties and create conditions with our own hands and shoulders. "I would rather live less than 20 years and desperately win the anniversary oilfield!" An iron man is struggling, countless iron men are struggling, a derrick stands up, a drilling rig moves, and an oil refining tower stands up. The drilling rig pierced the grassland refining tower, pierced the blue sky, watched the wind and rain, watched the thunder and lightning, laughed and laughed, and vowed to take out the "black gold" underground and turn it into the blood of industrial machines. Daqing people need three years of sweat, three years of sweat. Every drop is a kind of strength, every drop is an ambition, and every drop shines. In just three years, a brand-new oil field was built in Daqing, because China in Daqing Oilfield finally got rid of the hat of poor oil, which is the pride of Daqing people and our motherland! 3, Daqing Oilfield Author: The wind blows modern, a brand-new oilfield stands like a newborn baby on the wasteland, its arrival is destined to be earth-shattering, it carries the hopes of countless people, it carries the dreams of countless people, just like a rising sun in Ran Ran, vowing to raise the hopes of the motherland to the blue sky! In this wasteland, Daqing people use the speed of Daqing to increase production by 3 million tons of crude oil every year. Daqing has made unremitting efforts to achieve high and stable production of 50 million tons of crude oil in 27 years. They created the fine traditions of "Daqing Spirit", "Iron Man Spirit" and "Old Four Strictness". Up to now, we in Daqing have contributed more than 2 billion tons of crude oil, paid more than 0.7 billion yuan in profits and taxes, and earned more than 50 billion dollars in foreign exchange. For us Daqing people, these are exciting figures. 4, Daqing Spirit Fu Author: 50 years of ups and downs of modern road, half a century of brilliant achievements.

Look at today's Daqing, wealth and spirit, passion and reason; Enthusiasm is comparable to science, sails and flags are raised high. Through the historical just visiting, we can gain insight into Daqing's entrepreneurial brilliance.

The sky was silent. Who would have thought that this wasteland would rise as the oil capital of China? The wilderness is vast, and there are endless treasures lurking underground! A journey to compose a new poem and a new fu of Daqing spirit: keep in mind the iron backbone of national integrity in Tang Dynasty. At that time, it was soft and delicate, the land was barren, the snow crushed trees and withered grass, and the cold hit the hinterland directly.

Ask the earth, rest in the white mountain and black water, is there only forest coal and soybean sorghum? God-given development opportunities, rich in oil and minerals. Geological Department, Exploration Team of Chinese Academy of Sciences, Li Siguang, all kinds of searching, Wan Li trekked, repeatedly demonstrated and experienced hardships.

The final delineation of history: the wasteland town in Sarthou, the main battlefield of oil battle. Unforgettable passionate years: the horn of the conference was earth-shattering; The old oil story is exciting.

5, Iron Blood Wang Man Jin Xi Author: Lao Mo modern iron man, Wang Jinxi is a kind of spiritual inspiration, let an era shine, let the soul move forward firmly and lead the times forward. A steel-like name has written an immortal history of poetry, become a brand in the heart, an epoch-making milestone, forged a steel-like belief with loyalty, carved a steel-like name into the fleeting time and space, worshipped it with faith, became a belief, made power soar, became a legend, a name became a story, a name sublimated into a spirit, and a name set sail for progress.

4.60th Anniversary Poems ~ National Day Poems

Qinyuanchun National Day

Wan Li has clear skies, magnificent mountains and rivers, and red flags flying.

Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.

Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up

Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.

Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies.

Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.

Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun.

Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.

Motherland, I am proud of you! 》

When the magnificent huabiao,

Let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn,

When the majestic Tiananmen Square,

Let the clouds meet the rising sun.

The ear of history,

The salute rumbled,

An avalanche of echoes,

It is the echo of the changes in China.

A giant looks down at the world,

A loud voice,

The whole world heard it,

People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded!

When the first five-star red flag Ran Ran was raised,

Flag of victory,

Flying in the wind of the sky,

People looked up,

The whole world saw it,

The people of China have stood up since then!

my motherland

My motherland,

My beloved motherland.

You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.

You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.

You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.

You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name,

That's China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply,

The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,

I love my motherland deeply,

Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

I love my motherland deeply,

Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,

I love my motherland deeply,

……

The 60th anniversary poem is written for you, my motherland.

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

When tomorrow's sun

Red Ran Ran rises in

Moments on the eastern horizon

My first sincere phone call

My first pious blessing

The first tear burns in my eyes.

The first fire rolled in my chest.

I firmly believe that there will be more times.

Or for these two Chinese characters.

-"Motherland"!

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

I often think—

It was my parents who gave me lean meat.

It is my motherland that gives me full thoughts.

So, I can borrow this

-Thin and poetic.

In flowers, grasslands, rivers and mountains.

Between heaven and earth-

Live vividly and enthusiastically. ...

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

On the eve of the first dawn of 2 1 century.

I want to bring a young man from China.

In the name of the poet-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

-In my life.

How much I want it.

Give my heart and blood, my talent.

What I have—

I can write you one.

The most magnificent glory of the new millennium.

Poetry! ——

About your power

About your resurrection

About your rise

……

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

Poems and songs for you-

Be strong, revive and rise.

-How much I want it.

Can use such words

To have such lofty sentiments

Can do this in this style.

With my 5000-year savings, I brewed and considered it.

This poem-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

6. Poetry about the 60th anniversary of the motherland, written for you, my motherland.

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

When tomorrow's sun

Red Ran Ran rises in

Moments on the eastern horizon

My first sincere phone call

My first pious blessing

The first tear burns in my eyes.

The first fire rolled in my chest.

I firmly believe that there will be more times.

Or for these two Chinese characters.

-"Motherland"!

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

I often think—

It was my parents who gave me lean meat.

It is my motherland that gives me full thoughts.

So, I can borrow this

-Thin and poetic.

In flowers, grasslands, rivers and mountains.

Between heaven and earth-

Live vividly and enthusiastically. ...

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

On the eve of the first dawn of 2 1 century.

I want to bring a young man from China.

In the name of the poet-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

-In my life.

How much I want it.

Give my heart and blood, my talent.

What I have—

I can write you one.

The most magnificent glory of the new millennium.

Poetry! ——

About your power

About your resurrection

About your rise

……

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

Poems and songs for you-

Be strong, revive and rise.

-How much I want it.

Can use such words

To have such lofty sentiments

Can do this in this style.

With my 5000-year savings, I brewed and considered it.

This poem-

Dedicated to you, my motherland.

……

Choose me

7. Poetry about the 60th anniversary requires: 15 sentences, each sentence is within 9 words, "motherland, my dear motherland".

Shu Ting

I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.

Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.

I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.

When you grope in the tunnel of history.

I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.

This is a barge on the beach.

Draw the rope deep

Pull it into your shoulder

-the motherland!

I am very poor.

I am sad

I am your ancestor.

Painful hope.

It's a flying sleeve.

Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years

-Motherland

I am your brand-new ideal.

Just broke free from the mythical spider web.

I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.

I am your tearful smile.

I am the newly painted white starting line.

This is crimson dawn.

It's spraying.

-Motherland

I am one billionth of you.

Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.

With your scarred breasts,

raise

Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.

And then from my flesh and blood

get

Your richness, your glory, your freedom.

-Motherland

my dear motherland

8. Write poems about Daqing Oilfield. The content is related to oil fields, power plants and Iron Man. Carry forward the spirit of Daqing and get close to my Daqing. I can feel the oily light rushing in the north from a distance or overlooking, and show my mind at the border with the strong wind and time carried by century avenue. Repeatedly read Chaoyanggou in Lamadian, Xingshugang, Sarthou. Even if I observe it all my life, I can't walk out of your map of 6 thousand square kilometers and get close to my Daqing. Please accept my glory and dream. Your happy blooming historical fragrance made me sleepless all night. In winter, we follow the footsteps of Iron Man. We know each other with ice and snow, and we follow the footsteps of Iron Man. Facing the wind and spring, we became attached to the land and walked in the footsteps of the iron man. In summer, we rise the sun, follow the footsteps of iron man, and tell the world that we are from Daqing in autumn. The scenery that is not old embraces our peers every morning and walks into a banner to shout autumn and Daqing Day. Red in the face and yellow in the evening, that is, when a person is sick in autumn and cries that Baicao is his hometown, he slowly and shallowly falls in love with autumn, falls in love with a name that is not hysterical, and slowly pours out his pain in his heart. This season is suitable for a person to cry for pain gently, hometown, autumn is at the border of the motherland, and the north is the north. The city is Daqing, and I have been in his arms all my life. Events such as "Three Classics of grouse" are limited to 1959 triggered by a noun-"Three Classics of grouse" has been generated for 50 years, and its passion is still unabated. Now in 2009, you belong to irregular hexahedral natural granite, weighing about 30 tons.

What I want to say is that some people's names are engraved on you, which is related to the industrial oil flow. They are the people who opened a new chapter in the history of the oil industry. This is a string of unusual names 1959. The names of Mitsui Matsuji and some people are engraved on the marble monument and in everyone's heart. It's very heavy. I am the smallest piece of Daqing, the northernmost clear water of the motherland. Daqing, a beautiful business card with a continuous lake at 46.58 degrees north latitude, no one knows how much I love Daqing, the goshawk hovering over Daqing to find its roots, the bluebird babbling in the Ai Chen wetland, the "kowtowing machine" working tirelessly day and night in the wilderness, the oil workers singing at dusk, the millions of people in Daqing and their fate.