Master told me, where can I write poems about smelters?

Li Bai actively described and praised the poems of smelting workers.

Qiupu Song (Part 14)

Tang Libai

The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.

On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.

At the beginning of the poem, "the fire shines on heaven and earth, and the red star is in purple smoke" presents a smelting scene with bright colors and warm atmosphere; Then two sentences, "Lang night, Song moving cold Sichuan", turned to describe the image of smelting workers. This is rare in China's voluminous classical poems, so it is extremely precious.

Modern poetry:

hammer

Dark Horse-Unexpected Winner

A hammer never knows tenderness.

Practice tenacity all your life.

It tells itself:

Okay, the metal is hidden in

In the hardest stone

Once hit, sweat splashes.

The clenched heart chisels the sun.

Seek to be a constant song in life.

Party Party Party Dangdang

Hammer the most beautiful language in life.

Symphony of Steel (Option 9)

Wu

one

Steel

Feel the tragic symphony.

Not sad.

two

The breeze is blowing from all directions.

Blow a poem

I heard.

Notes of steel

inside

resound

three

As a steel rolling worker,

Every day and

Symphony of steel

Connect into a whole

Not separated

five

Like grass.

Take root in this land

Like a cloud

Embrace this blue sky

Although it is barren.

six

steel

This is a huge painting.

1300 million parts

De me

Bear the same burden

This burden

Enjoy this one.

Spur and encourage

seven

Steel melts and sadness.

nine

An arm

Woven with steel

Become a memory forever.

Having a warm blood cavity.

Sprinkle it on the steel

Fly out of the charming melody

They are the only people in the steel symphony.

The most touching thing

Think about them.

These people who are disabled and killed at work

My poem

Tears filled my eyes.

eleven

On steel

Close to the blue sky

Because of the height of steel

On steel

Acacia memories

Because of five thousand years' hardships

A long road

thirteen

Father is steel.

Gave everything.

I took my father's place

From a distant country

Steel is the glory of my father.

One of my milestones.

I passed with solid steps.

Across to another century—

A symphony that melts into steel

A force.

grand

A noise

A kind of brilliance-