Power plant workers, as soon as users have needs, whether you are sleeping or doing other things, you must rush to the scene for emergency repairs as soon as possible. Here are the poems I compiled for you to praise power plant maintenance workers. I hope everyone will like it!

A classic poem praising power plant maintenance workers

Standing at the beginning of Red May

Going deep among workers

Feeling the jumping notes in the sunshine

Accidentally

It dripped down

Touched the silent orchard

Silent On the earth

Suddenly

The song of labor rang out

Echoing in the hearts of hundreds of millions of workers

Echoing among the blue sky and white clouds

The sound of birds filling the trees

The morning with red and colorful decorations

I can’t help myself

Sunshine

Rain and dew

Spring breeze

Using the flowers of civilization in the city

Using the fruits of labor in the countryside

Beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see

Under the flying notes

Singing the song of labor happily

The song of labor

Bringing the good news of spring sowing

Carry away the hope of Xia Yun

Fill the earth with poetry

Let the golden autumn color the painting

The song of labor

Sing forever Everlasting

Like musical notes rising from the ground

Rich fruits

Delicious taste

Sweet scent

Praise Selected Poems from a Power Plant Maintenance Worker

Every day I drive the old oxen to plow in the vast fields

Or climb up the tall scaffolding and work in the air

My earthy-scented sweat gurgls

Every piece of land in the countryside and every corner of the city

Soap and cheap perfume cannot wash it away

My Inlaid with the taste of bone marrow and blood

I am a farmer or a migrant worker with a bit of a bitter name

I just want the May wheat to raise a rich smile

I just want to have a work shed or a small house on the edge of the city

Let the rich aroma of rice and oil linger on every dining table

Let the city and roads grow taller and change with my sweat Wide

Every day I accompany the rumbling sound of machines in the busy factory

Or hold in my hands the glory of "Made in China" and work hard

My steel Emotions flow silently

Everywhere in the air, land, rivers and sea world

The flow of time and light cannot wash away

My feelings embedded in my soul and brain Callus trauma

I am a worker, an ordinary worker with a great and proud name

I just want the sound of the machine in May to be louder and happier

I just want to go home Have delicious meals and warm dreams

Let the elderly and children have the warm laughter of the sunset

Let the present and future be filled with prosperity and hope

I I am a migrant worker or an intellectual

Using my own hands and wisdom to create happiness and create the world

I am very small but also great because

It is we who feed ourselves and Humanity has created a wonderful new life

I despise those parasites and walking dead beasts who get something for nothing

I hate even more the rebellious members of human civilization who live a wretched life

I am a worker, an ordinary worker, a great worker

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