The power poles and iron towers stir up the sun that never sets
Guoqiang
The unforgettable impression from my childhood has been in my mind since I started working in the power supply industry. In my heart, she sometimes urges me to be passionate, and sometimes teaches me to let my thoughts fly. She appears in front of my eyes from time to time, like a gossamer gossamer, fluttering and illusory, and then closing in and out. Being together, excitement fills my heart. Countless times, I have searched for piles of materials, vocabulary, and famous quotes, but I always fail to express my true feelings.
Towers, electric poles, and power grids, you are indeed my special love, always disturbing my sleeplessness.
I went to Lanzhou for a business trip by chance. The bright morning glow, the breath of life in early spring, and the electric poles, towers, and power grids all over the rivers and mountains were intertwined. The sun was like fire, and it was like a picture of vigorous vitality. The spring picture, so pure and warm, with such magnificent artistic conception, looking away, this beautiful picture changes with the movement of the car, infinitely nourishing and beautiful. Or the Iron Tower, she always bites the tip of my heart, surging with a surging mood...
The car bumped, and the sun climbed higher and higher. Suddenly, in my trance, the iron tower on the mountain in the distance and the bright sun happened to overlap to form a clear landscape painting. My heart seemed to be lifted up by the huge waves caused by the typhoon level 18, brewing. Decades of emotions finally burst out, and the excitement accumulated for many years finally released the sparks of the sun. Yes, electric pole tower, it was you who stirred up the golden sun that never sets, and mankind has eternal light. The bright and safe environment contains a warm and bright love mood, which satisfies human beings' extravagant desire to have the same brightness day and night. It combines ideal love, bright love, childlike love, and maternal love, and looks forward to it everywhere. Laughter, everyone enjoys the prospect of a bright and harmonious society. The morning glow flies together with the iron tower, and the trees grow thickly due to the light. Heaven and earth melt into the ideal realm of life where love and light accompany each other in harmony.
It’s night, and the lights are golden, the neon lights are shining, and the colorful pillars of spotlights reflect each other, creating a world of light that is more brilliant than the morning glow and more magnificent than the rainbow. People may inadvertently think that Isn’t it just the brilliance of electric light! But only those who have experienced the creation of the power grid and have dedicated their youth, wisdom, blood, and even their lives to it know that it is a brilliant creation created by hundreds of thousands of people in the electrical industry with their heart, talent and lives, and it will be the work of God forever. The morning clouds that cannot be recycled are the beautiful glory that the electric poles and iron towers contribute to the city, the countryside and the hard-working people.
People say that "high mountains are the peaks", I say "the sky is broad and the towers are the pillars". Look at it stretching out its delicate silver arms, holding hands, holding up the blue sky, taking root in the earth, galloping across the mountains. Above thousands of valleys, criss-crossing the Gobi Desert, spanning fertile fields and rivers, it stands majestically in cities and villages. Loyal as iron, it keeps the light, warmth and power between heaven and earth. It is this straight electric pole and iron tower that supports the vast sky, supports the stars and the bright moon, and stirs up the sun that never sets. Yes, you are the warrior who never rests in the vast sky, the warm elf of the fertile earth, the spirit of light that spins and rises glitteringly, and the Hercules who drives the progress of the world.
Electric pole tower, you are my special love. As long as I look at you, my heart will fly again and again...
That is something that can never be forgotten. The age of innocence. When I was four years old, my brother took me to dig wild vegetables in the mountains. Being playful, I pestered my brother to wander around the mountains and forgot to go home. As dusk came, my brother became anxious and said, "Brother, go home quickly. You won't be able to find your way home when it gets dark." After walking for a while, it was already dark and I couldn't see my fingers. My brother didn't know the direction home either. He was anxious. I was about to cry: "We are lost." I mumbled and pointed to a row of telephone poles in front of me and said, "Brother, if we follow the poles, can we find our home?" A ray of light seemed to flash in my brother's eyes: " The little guy is so clever." After walking along the electric pole for two or three hours, I finally saw the lights in the village. From then on, electric poles and electric lights buried an eternal thought in my young heart.
During a field survival training after joining the army, in the boundless Gobi wilderness, there was no breath of life for hundreds of kilometers. After completing the training content according to the training subjects and marching route, the soldiers and I were exhausted. Xiao Li was doing the final subject of returning to the scheduled camp. It seemed that God was specifically against us. A crazy sandstorm rose in the Gobi. For a while, sand and rocks were flying, the clouds blocked the sun, and the marching equipment lost its function. Xiao Li was anxious: " Monitor, what should I do?" Suddenly, I saw a steel angle frame in front of my feet, "Ah! Iron Tower." "Xiao Li, yes, according to the direction indicated by the compass and the direction of the electric wire tower, the camp must be in front." At about 7 o'clock, we returned to the scheduled camp in advance. It's the Iron Tower, you hold my soul deeply.
It was our first night patrol at Dafengkou in Alashankou, Xinjiang. When we returned from the finish line, it was snowing heavily, the wind was howling, and the sky was full of snowflakes. The patrol line (border line) disappeared in a short while. It’s just a plow mark), it’s windy and snowy, and when the car headlights are turned on, the visibility is less than five meters. If you don’t pay attention to the winding border line, it will be an “international joke” of armed crossing. The company commander had no choice but to order: "Stop advancing." Suddenly, I noticed the flickering light in the wind and snow: "Report to the company commander, look!" The company commander took a look and judged based on the direction that it must be the light of our outpost, "Driver, turn off the headlights, shine The light moves forward. "It's the light again, you touched the complex in my heart.
The earth flashed with infinite enchanting beauty, the fierce sound of firecrackers sounded in the thick dusk, every household was gesturing and pasting bright red Spring Festival couplets, and the fragrant sound of the collision of spatulas was as brilliant as the waves of a wonderful song. In the dusk of New Year's Eve, the intoxicating sweetness of happiness, little by little, finally spreads out and becomes increasingly stronger, the flavor of the new century, the sweetness of wealth and the long-lost intimacy! It was a newly renovated house with bright lights and a new nave painting. Through the half-open window, you could see the hazy night. There were no pedestrians on the street. The wilderness was very quiet at the moment. Only the people protecting the power grid were still working selflessly. , and the wives, children, and daughters of the electrical industry man placed the delicious and fragrant delicacies and filled wine glasses on the dining table in the living room, and then waited quietly.
Looking at the bright moon on the top of the mountain, the silver plate suddenly appears, in the boundless wilderness, in the biting cold wind, the steel and cement in the electric world have never been ruthless. The sun, warmth, and brightness are still there, and you are still silent and supporting the power grid. You are the silver-grey elf, the spirit of electricity, the immortal driving force of the world, and the spirit of light. You are silent, but you have always challenged and overcome the cold, darkness, loneliness and unspeakable difficulties. You are upright, but you never care about wealth or poverty, never flatter the powerful, and spread warmth and light to the world.
Following the network of electricity, a subtle dream was completed in my vast heart. It is broader than the sea, like lightning, more eternal and distant than time; like singing, more brilliant than the stage, Even further, in an instant, golden light shines everywhere, the sky is bright and clear, neon lights shine, the fields are silent, and dogs bark slightly...
This is a bright poem, a warm poem, a poem of motivation, a poem of angels , the poem of the iron tower, the poem of the power grid, the poem of singing the light of the world. She is real, timeless, and vast. Its vastness has made it difficult for me to eat well and sleep unsteadily over the years, because my life has always been inseparable from it. It has long inspired the vast and lingering feelings in my heart: the world is brilliant because of you; mankind is brilliant because of you. And radiant; the earth shines because of you.
Although I am always in darkness like her tonight, I am the messenger who sincerely writes in praise of the light of the tower poles. She is the envoy of warmth. I sat in the darkness and felt the eternity and nightlessness of the light; I felt her sincerity, loyalty and courage. My heart corresponds to the darkness in front of me. My quiet darkness is completely opposite to her dedication. It is very bright and bright. It makes the world shine with its own uprightness and selflessness. Tonight, in this darkness, I think of her again. She is my pride in the past, my pride today, and my fascination for tomorrow.
Electric poles, iron towers, power grids, and light, you are always tying up the sensitive knots in my heart, tying up the deep feelings in my soul, and making me always dream about you. With you!
When darkness falls at night, you dedicate your bright brilliance to every lonely heart that is afraid of the dark, satisfying human beings’ extravagant desire to have the same brightness during the day and night. You are the special envoy of light.
When the cold wind howls and the snowflakes dance, you bring waves of warm warmth into every home that needs warmth. You are also a warm angel.
When the world moves forward, the steel and iron bones continuously transmit infinite power, and you are still the power god of power.
Facing the light, I finally felt: Aren’t the iron towers filled with mountains and rivers the epitome of hundreds of thousands of people in the electrical industry? Silently dedicate yourself, give light, warmth, and strength to others selflessly, and let yourself endure the baptism of wind, snow, rain and madness in the wilderness! Hand in hand, sincerity is like iron between heaven and earth, let yourself stand upright and hold up the light in the darkness and loneliness! I understand, she is a portrait of the character and personality of hundreds of thousands of people in the electrical industry! She is the iron structure that stands between the vast earth and offers happiness and light. It is she who stirs up the golden sun that never sets, so that the light will always be there.