The poem about telecommunications is 1. Who can provide a poem praising China Telecom?
Song of China Telecom
We come from the south.
With a sincere smile and firm belief.
Openness, innovation and focus
Time goes by, and the years are like songs.
We are proud of Nortel.
Grow from scratch, step by step
What a trip this is!
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In the storm, we went on.
Keep in mind customer needs.
The customer's smile is a reward for our dedication.
Hello, sincere greetings.
We are friends!
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In the silent night, the lights in the business hall are still on.
The flower of telecommunications is still busy.
The twinkling starry sky is a blessing to our eyes.
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At noon in winter, the wind is biting.
But I can't stop it, our agreement to install the machine.
The customer was moved and clenched his cold hand.
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Birds in the morning sing happily.
The boss came to the scene of our work.
You have worked hard, a kind greeting.
Like a warm current, like the spring breeze in March.
Let's get excited
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A goal has been successfully surpassed.
A big client joined us.
You asked me who I was.
This is China Telecom, please answer loudly.
We are a proud northern telecom operator.
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How proud we are as a Fortune 500 employee.
How confident we are, because we have youth and blood.
Telecom, how much we love you.
Your tomorrow is our tomorrow.
Your future is our future.
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In the wilderness, I saw a small telecom icon.
You can excite us.
You asked me how much I love you.
Telecommunication number along the street.
It is also our strong answer.
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We love you, like this,
I like your openness.
I like your innovation
Like your dedication
We are not afraid of suffering, and we are not afraid of being tired.
Your growth has accelerated our pace.
Unity upward
Because we have sincere friendship.
Pioneering and innovating
Because we have a firm belief
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Northern telecom people, that's it, extraordinary.
We are at the forefront of the times.
We are waves in a rough sea.
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Go forward and fight with our hands.
Let us fly freely, and we grow up in the vast sky.
2. Who has poems and essays praising mobile telecommunications?
Grandma, XX years old.
Life is full of wrinkles on her face.
Used to be the grandmother of Xiaojiabiyu.
The exquisite figure carries a heavy family of seven.
Just use those little feet and step on the mud all the way.
Step on the rhythm of suffering.
The child grew up in her hands day by day.
Grandma's hands, from delicate to rough.
Father was a naughty boy then.
I often play truant, and when my grandmother finds out,
Holding a stick in his hand, he chased his father angrily.
I cried sadly after the fight.
Grandma, the sweat on my forehead is still wet.
Grandchildren born on the ground
Eagerly into her warm arms.
Grandma, pick up the happiness of children again and again.
White hair has experienced two centuries of vicissitudes.
Grandma, not a woman made of water.
She is a plum blossom in winter.
A lifetime of wind and frost has bent her spine.
But we can't crush her will.
Her spirit is harder than stone.
Grandma is the pride of future generations.
Grandma, a classic and long story.
3. Seek the 60th anniversary of China Telecom's National Day.
Motherland, my dear motherland (poetry), I am your worn-out old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-motherland, I am your billion points. One is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, considerate me, and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland, I am proud of you (poetry). Be a majestic watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, be a majestic Tiananmen Square, and let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun.
In the ear of history, the rumble and overwhelming echo of salute came, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant overlooking the world, loud voice, heard all over the world, People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! This period of history reflects the grandeur, and the sunshine in October is painted to the fullest. This momentum is impassioned and a monument stands in the east of the world.
Glorious times, with vigorous hands, wrote a glorious chapter of the new China, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The suffering mother wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes, revealing her inner joy and heartfelt joy, and the motherland bravely moved toward prosperity and strength.
Eulogize our history, with the myth of Pangu's creation, and produce the shining light of life. Eulogize our history and spread it on this barren land with the brilliance of the four great inventions.
Eulogize our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. Eulogize our history, silk porcelain has crossed the ocean, and everyone knows that it comes from our hometown.
Praise our history. In that piece of wolf smoke, a vast terracotta army lineup appeared.
Praise our magnificent history and the power of the Great Wall of Wan Li. ..... eulogize our history, thousands of years of ancient land, leaving many tragic stories. The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us, and we realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
Fifty-four spring and autumn, the splendid land is full of high spirits. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the landscape is picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-four spring and autumn, the roaring iron cow combed the sound of the field and turned out the joy and singing of harvest. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the steel backbone was arched in the oil-poor land, and the oil derrick stood in the sand sea.
In the fifty-fourth spring and autumn period, the rainbow crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles. In the spring and autumn of May 4th, "two bombs" red clouds pierced the sky, and satellites traveled in space.
In the fifty-fourth spring and autumn period, the people's army was mighty and magnificent, defending the iron wall of the motherland. In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period, the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
..... across our future, in this sacred land, Bo exudes the power to shake the world, and glory and pride glow with a brilliant face. Motherland, I am proud of you. The splendid culture of the Chinese nation has merged into the long river of history and will reverberate in my chest forever.
Motherland, I am proud of you. In the wonderful and magical land, the hope of soaring germinates again, and the giant pen of history will draw your glory in the new century! October of the Motherland (Ode to the Motherland)! This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your gorgeous life. The first October is always like tears, full of the echo of the Republic. It passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody in my heart. A green rest island. You are my red cloud, rising with the beat. Numerous failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea have made October more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.