Oil rhymes make you laugh with tears

Oil workers a roar, monthly salary of just over 2,000, small make up to share a few oil rhymes, only for everyone a joy!

Marry a man but not an oil man

Marry han not to marry oil lang, busy all the year round,

Spring summer autumn east don't see each other, go home a pack of rotten clothes!

I am an oil man, working far away from home,

Tired legs weak during the day, night is still busy for information;

Homesick pain hidden in the heart, the four seas adrift to learn to often,

Years of running outside, can not go home to accompany parents;

Life events careless care, relatives and friends urge candy,

The heart has bitter can not say, answer can only laugh out;

Wages a little tears line, how can buy a commercial housing,

Pressure is hard to breathe, the future of which way confused;

Lover respectively one party, younger sister hopes elder brother early return home,

Acacia bitter sister difficult to swallow, distance pull love yellow;

A good girl does not marry a driller, and keeps an empty house all the year round.

No time to think about domestic trifles, the heart is ashamed of father and mother;

Misty moonlight on the ground, brothers gather wine,

Regret to embark on this road, sail together.

Drilling crew life

Accidentally into the well team,

Prodigal son has turned back in vain,

The boy is in such a mess now,

In the garments of the workers,

Eight people sleep in a small tin room.

You have to have a meeting to do anything big.

Right and wrong obey the distribution,

You can beat or scold and refuse to be dismissed.

Size 25 shoes crushed,

The hook is not square bushing difficult,

The fitter and the fitter suffer,

With a little thread thread oil waste oil to mix,

Before the sun blows his sledgehammer,

I have to wait in line for a diao meal.

It's a meter fee to earn a ball,

I can't learn Chinese at night.

This is the life of the well team,

~ ~ ~ waste

"Roared the oilman

A little over two thousand a month,

Like migrant workers,

Trudging through the fields,

Far from the oil cities,

Left his wife to go west,

The gobi desert,

Cold and hot desert sorrow,

In order to survive what.

It is because of these "days when the room, when the ground when the bed, cotton-padded clothes when the wall, when the grass" oil workers, wearing greasy work clothes, winter heat, wind and rain uninterrupted, 24 hours to stick to the post of the wild mountains, there is the national public home burning natural gas, luxury cars with oil!

Pay tribute to all the oil workers working on the frontline!

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