The miner’s lamp twinkles like stars in the sky in the tunnel. The bracket supports the responsibilities of coal miners. They cultivated coal fields under the starlight and dragged their tired bodies home; they drove away the dampness in the ground with a glass of strong wine, and snored sweetly with fatigue. So how do you write an article about celebrating coal miners? Below are the articles I compiled for you to praise coal miners. I hope you like them.
Article 1 praising coal miners: My father is a miner
I often pay attention to things about coal miners from newspapers. On a certain day in a certain year, something happened in the coal mine there. Mining accidents, what happened in those coal mines? The emergence of these news is at most just news events that we occasionally pay attention to after dinner. Sometimes, we worry about these coal miners who are not easy, and sometimes we worry about those who unfortunately suffered in the mining accidents. I feel sad and sad for the victims of injuries, but I never imagined how much the tragedies and sad stories of these miners have to do with me. Without personal experience of the work and life of miners, few of us can truly feel what it is like to be a person. The joys, sorrows and joys of a coal miner, and in my spare time, I accompany my elderly father and listen to him talk about his years as a coal miner, and then I feel that I am the son of a coal miner, my father , is a coal miner.
Before my father went to work in the coal mines, he was just a farmer with his face facing the loess and his back turned to the sky. My hometown is adjacent to the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, an ancient civilization. Since my family was well off at the time, my grandfather bought a small wooden boat. Transporting some cloth and grain from Taierzhuang to the south, my father had the opportunity to follow his grandfather and sail down to the south of the Yangtze River. Whether it was the fireworks in March or the hazy plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, my father was exposed to the wonderful world early on. From Zhou Zhou From Huai'an, the hometown of General Secretary, to Suzhou and Hangzhou, the paradise on earth, the boat ride and the scenery along the way, these wonderful pictures in my mind are the indelible imprints in my young heart when my father told me stories many years ago. The scenery I visited was Yangzhou with fireworks in March, the misty Jiangnan water towns in the drizzle, and the Yangzhou beauties that northerners always talk about. My dream of Jiangnan started at that time.
My father is a man of culture, at least I still think so in the eyes of many of my neighbors. Because my family is well off, my father has attended a private school for several years. According to my father, the friends who studied with him in the village , not many people can persist, only my father, who has persisted for many years. Mr. Huang is a famous scholar in the village. In the eyes of his father, although he is shabby in clothes, he is indeed a well-educated scholar and has read four books. According to my father, a girl in the village got married to a wealthy family in another village. She was afraid that others would look down on her daughter, so when she saw off guests on the wedding day, she invited Mr. Huang to see her off. "Big guest". When the man was entertaining the distinguished guests, he wanted to tease the woman's family members, so he brought an uncooked carp over. Mr. Huang, who had seen the scene, knew it was a scam at a glance, so he pretended not to know and stretched out his hand. Then he went to catch fish, and then, pretending to be very hot, he shook the oil on his hands around, saying "wealth and wealth" while shaking it, which made several people accompanying him very embarrassed. They knew that they had met an expert, so, The dishes were served again, and the reception was grand. From then on, the man’s family no longer dared to look down on the girl’s family. Therefore, my father admired educated people the most. This is why my father has insisted on training us to go to school for so many years.
My father’s private school skills and experience of traveling on a boat in the south of the Yangtze River made my father slightly different from ordinary villagers. Later, the Xuzhou Mining Bureau came to the village to recruit workers, which was a great thing in our rural area. A big thing, becoming a worker and eating the national food, is an elusive thing for these people who have lived in this remote village for generations. The competition is naturally fierce. There are seven natural villages, and one person can recruit three. As a man, my father still relied on his own strength to stand out, and finally became a coal miner who was proud of that era. No one understands the hardships and dangers of coal miners. Some just have a worker in the family who eats royal food. This is a relatively shameless thing in Shiliba Village.
After my father was recruited, he was directly assigned to Jiawang Coal Mine after simple training. Since Jiawang is 50 kilometers away from my home, no one has seen my father’s workplace and working environment. My understanding of work is only superficial. My father goes home once a month, rides the Feige brand bicycle he bought, and uses his salary to buy delicious food. Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, my father’s job is very respectable. Yes, life is also glamorous. As for linking my father with those "coal black men" who are dirty all day long, I have never thought about it.
When I was in primary school, during the summer vacation, I went to Jiawang with my father. My father couldn’t resist me and took me to Jiawang Coal Mine. My father’s dormitory was in Jiawang City, and the conditions were better than those in today’s mining area. Life is much better. The cafeteria and bathhouse are not far from the dormitory. My father gave me a meal ticket and I went to the cafeteria to eat. Every time my father came back, he would come back to me after taking a shower and wearing clean clothes. My father and I are now in my mind. The impression of wearing dirty clothes and having a face covered with black soot was far different. It was just that one time, my father worked the night shift, and when I was sleepy in the morning, he came to see me uneasily after get off work and didn’t have time to change clothes and take a shower. The only time I saw the image of my father as a coal miner, with a helmet on his head, a mining lamp, dirty overalls, rain boots on his feet, and his face was all black except for his teeth. This one look was my life , the only time I saw my father wearing work clothes.
Six people lived in the three dormitories, all of whom were my father’s co-workers and apprentices. According to them, my father was loyal and honest, sincere in treating others, and serious and capable in his work. Therefore, he was deeply appreciated and appreciated by the leaders. Praise from colleagues: Since digging coal underground is both dangerous and requires experience and skills, most parents like to give their children to my father to take care of. By handing these young children to my father, parents can rest assured. According to the father, one of them included a mine manager. In those days, unlike today, capable leaders directly arranged good jobs for their children. In order to train their children to be qualified for higher jobs in the future, the son of the mine manager, I have to go down the mine to dig coal. Small accidents and big accidents often occur. Who can trust my child? Such a burden was naturally given to my father. Under his care and care, the son of the mine director safely completed the underground work. To work, my father said that at that time, in order to thank him, the mine director once asked my father to put forward conditions and even promoted my father's position many times. However, my father refused one by one. In the end, the mine director gave me a truck of coal, and it was me who was five years old. My uncle and my second uncle used land to line up trucks and transported them back more than 100 kilometers back and forth. You can imagine the hardships involved. Some people say that my father is really stupid. He doesn’t want things and doesn’t want to be an official. My father often laughs and says that he is not an official. It turns out that I have been puzzled for many years. My father had countless opportunities to be an official but he gave up. Why did he just want to be an ordinary coal miner?
My father has nine brothers and sisters. He is I am the eldest in the family, and there are 6 sisters in our family, so my father’s meager income is still a bit stretched. My aunts need money, my uncles need money, and my grandparents also need money for medical treatment. In our own family, this big family, The heavy burden of life did not make my father give up. He used his meager income to save money and take care of us all. In those days, people ate less and drank less, and people could not provide enough food and clothing. They would go home from work at the end of each month. , my father would use the food stamps he saved to buy white flour steamed buns from the canteen and take them home. This was a feast for the whole family. As the eldest son of the family, my father took on the responsibility of the entire family, and I also I never heard my father complain.
Although he is no longer an official, his father still cherishes the various honors he has received. He has been awarded as a model worker and advanced individual by the Xuzhou Mining Bureau several times. He is also an outstanding member of the Communist Party. The family still has Keeping the various honorary certificates and medals his father received is his greatest pride.
As the saying goes, "If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?" I work in dangerous coal mines all day long. There are small dangers and big dangers from time to time. I am afraid that my mother and family will worry, so my father never talks about the things in the mines. , until one time, the roof of the mine collapsed, and the collapsing coal was about to hit two of his father's co-workers. My father pushed them hard, and no serious life-threatening accident occurred. His two co-workers were slightly injured, but , my father still broke his calf due to a landslide. Until one day, the mine notified my mother that something happened to my father, so my mother took me and rushed to the hospital. When I saw my father lying on the hospital bed, my mother was so scared that I cried. When I saw my father's injured leg in a plaster, bandaged and hung high, I realized that my father had escaped a life-and-death disaster, and the two co-workers who were saved by his father also became The brother who saved his father's troubles for the rest of his life.
Because it was a serious injury, my father’s health was basically fine. Due to this accident, my father’s job changed, which also made my mother and family happy. My father was an underground worker and was I was transferred to the security department of the Gaocheng Coal Mine to work as a janitor and guard the coal mine gates. It was said to be a light job, but in fact it was not easy. There were a lot of materials in the mine, and it was close to the countryside. There were countless vehicles coming in and out every day. Therefore, many people wanted to get it from the mine. Those who ordered government supplies had a difficult time at the gate. According to what my father later said, many people had offered to give him benefits and asked him to turn a blind eye. Some people also asked people to find connections, hoping that his father would be able to use public services for personal gain and let them go. Yima, however, his father said that he has never accepted benefits from others, nor has he done anything to disgrace the public. His father is an ordinary coal miner and an ordinary party member, but he can set such high standards and strictly demand himself. , a bit beyond my expectation, "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way." This is the teaching given to me by my father. This teaching has also benefited me a lot in my work. I once served as the planning minister, and I have The company has the right to approve the advertising fee of 600,000 yuan per month. How many people are treating it and giving gifts? I have thought of all the ways I can think of. But I always think of my father’s teachings, even though the headquarters has sent people to review it many times. The accounts, however, are all safe for me. This is the result of my father's teachings and words and deeds, which affected me.
My father retired. According to regulations, he could take one of his children to work in the mine and then take over the job. However, my father did not do this. Only when he finally retired did he let his third sister take over. While other miners, some children, and even the whole family became workers, the father became deaf due to firing cannons underground to dig coal, and inhaled coal dust, etc., and developed the occupational disease - silicosis, all of which It was the condition that my father could go to the mine to make demands. However, my father did not go. He finally returned to his hometown with exhaustion, occupational diseases and a lot of honors. And on the wall of our house, there is a picture of my father's glorious retirement hanging high on the wall of our house. The plaque is filled with my father’s life’s pride, struggle, blood and tears.
Deafness, years of occupational diseases, and an injured left leg have seriously affected my father’s healthy life. Coupled with the death of my mother, it has the greatest impact on my father. Although our family takes good care of him, my father One morning in the early winter of last year, after explaining some things to me, I closed my eyes calmly in front of my eyes. No matter how sad and heartbroken I was, my hard-working, kind and lovely old father had completed his eighty-year journey. Six years of ordinary life.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by feel like dying?" There are two days left for Qingming Festival, and it is also the 100th day of my father's death. My family and I will go back to celebrate "Hundred Days" for my father. Paper" to pay homage to the old father in heaven. These tears are all the tears of the children's longing. As a coal miner, my father is ordinary, but my father is happy and proud. At this moment, I feel like I understand the life beliefs and pursuits of a coal miner and a party member father. Yes, I am the son of a coal miner.
"I cry when I sing long songs, and miss my loved ones when I shed tears." I miss my father. You are the coordinate of a great place on the road of my life. It is you who made my son understand how to deal with fame and wealth in the world. In the face of the hardships and ups and downs of life, although you are ordinary or even insignificant, you are the pride and pride in my son’s heart. No matter when, where or when I face anyone, I will proudly say: My father It's a miner. Article 2 praising coal miners: Coal miners
When I dragged my exhausted body to the 22nd coal pillar at the initial mining face of the second coal mining area, I saw each worker busy in an orderly manner.
They were not irritated by the noisy roar; they were not frightened by the dark alleys; they did not put down the tools in their hands because their clothes were soaked with sweat.
Wearing helmets on their heads, their skin is as dark as coal, their eyes shine like moonlight, and their teeth are as white and bright as tableware. Seeing us approaching, they paused their work and squatted or stood there quietly. They seemed to blend in with the black coal and machines around them, watching us quietly as we approached and walked away. Sometimes, they would send a word of greeting and concern, and when we left, they and the surrounding darkness would be left alone.
The miner’s lamp twinkles like stars in the sky in the tunnel. The bracket supports the responsibilities of coal miners. They cultivated coal fields under the starlight and dragged their tired bodies home; they drove away the dampness in the ground with a glass of strong wine, and snored sweetly with fatigue...
They chose without hesitation When they arrived at the coal mine, they filed coal sheds, drilled holes and fired blasts. Facing the cold and damp working surface, they did not complain at all. They used their courage and wisdom to eliminate the damage of coal dust and gas, and dug out a lot of black gold and ink jade with their hard work and sweat. They are the flowing scenery in the wells and alleys, collectors of fire and light. It is they who have brought us light and warmth, it is they who have awakened the elves sleeping underground, and it is they who have created more wealth for the country and the people. They are our unsung heroes - the coal miners.