A poem: Expressing Feelings in Words

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This post was last edited by you*n*nyou on 2011-6-19 22:39. It’s a poem I really like, dedicated to all of you who work hard! Sentiments toward air separation – dedicated to the hardworking staff of air separation. Look, what is that? Is it the brilliance of the sunrise? Are it the two towering air separation towers that reach straight into the sky, standing side by side? Or the busy silhouettes of people at the construction site? No, that’s not it! That was the air separation workers burning! That is the passionate dedication of the air separation industry! Do you remember? When the project requires it, perhaps in the rain and wind, or on holidays, they pack their bags! Go forward without looking back! With their loved ones’ deep longing and mild complaints, with their parents’ seemingly tedious reminders and endless instructions, and with their children’s report cards that hadn’t been checked in ages, they set off! Do you remember? When work demands it, perhaps for ten days or twenty days, or even longer, they work selflessly in distant lands! On ordinary days, there are no holidays; during testing, it goes day and night! Every day is a workday for them! Every device is crucial to them! Tan faces keep track of their attendance, and the operating equipment assigns them scores! Do you remember? Advanced communication reduced their loneliness and also triggered their longing for home! The repeated calls from their children saying “Mom” and “Dad” stirred in them the love as parents as well as a slight sense of guilt! A casual remark from a lover: “I feel like I’m in a relationship over the phone!” ” Let their nervousness keep building up! But the unfinished work in space requires them; they can only convey their sincere \"sweet words\" through that thin telephone line! They can only repeat that classic phrase in their hearts countless times: “Long live understanding!” Do you remember? They travel everywhere, working tirelessly. They study the blueprints all night long, with great attention to detail. They plan strategies with the determination to achieve success from afar. They need to keep track of how projects are progressing, and they must consider the company’s future direction. They are not just leaders; they are also symbols of those who strive hard. They sow the seeds of youth in various positions, reaping the fruits of hope. When compressors operate smoothly amidst roaring noises, when air separation towers rise into the sky among blue skies and white clouds, and when streams of blue liquid oxygen flow out, they smile! This is the hope they have nurtured with their youth; this are the fruits of wisdom they have sown. This is the paradise they have depicted with their hearts; this are the magnificent scenes created through their hard work. Generation after generation of people in this field have emerged from it, and generation after generation has grown within it. Generation after generation dedicates their youth to this field, and generation after generation pours their passion into it. The waves behind drive those ahead, but what cannot be pushed aside are those air separation units that stand firm. What cannot be pushed aside is the experience accumulated by previous generations in this field. What cannot be pushed aside is the respect felt by later generations toward those who came before them. Look! One after another, the Air Separation Unit staff are sitting in front of their computers, thinking of more perfect control solutions. Look! One after another, Air Separation Unit workers are busy moving up and down inside the cryogenic tank. Look! One after another, the air separation towers are **being built and coming into use. Look!** One by one, hopes are taking off from here. Listen! There are pleasant songs, look! Some are dancing gracefully; it’s the hardworking people of the air separation industry who are listening to our recitations. Friends, perhaps we cannot hold back time, nor can we keep the roses of youth from withering, but the steps of exploration will never stop, and the wings of ambition will continue to soar