Oil workers bloom in their youth

 What color is youth?

Someone said: youth is bright red,

Like the burning suit of the oil crew,

Have the feelings of fire, like oil like light and heat;

Someone said: youth is flawless,

Like the oilman with his broad, sunny heart,

Paint a beautiful picture for oil with their selfless devotion.

Some people say: youth is green and blue,

Like a mobile barracks on an oil field,

Become youth years together will never forget the beautiful scenery.

Youth is beautiful, short, only the heart to carve, with blood to water, can get their own, no regrets, another youth!

Young oilmen, with their dreams and aspirations, converge from the front lines of the oil field and beyond. With passion and sweat, they weave the flowery dream alternately up and down the pipe. They endure loneliness and hardships and vow to paint a beautiful life with diligence and hard work. They are always fighting in the remote line and field wellsite, in the wind, rain and snow in the sublimation, and eventually break cocoon into a butterfly, wings flying, so that the youth in the oil production journey on the glowing dazzling light.

Spring is short. They race against the clock, no turning back, stepping the mud, regardless of the wet slippery, not afraid of hard work, determined, not flinching, with hard work, with hard sweat for the vibrant vitality of sen rui.

No matter the spring rain, or the strong wind, they always choose to stick to, guard a responsibility, guard a responsibility, guard a glory, this is our most lovely oil operator.　

Being an oil worker means sleeping rough, weathering the sun and rain, keeping company with desolation and loneliness. As an oilman, as long as the oil flows, so will the home; When a petroleum operator, under the command of a simple backpack on the back, in a hurry to say goodbye to his family, in the baili oil district.

When it comes to experience, oil workers have regrets. Years of "playing the periphery", let us oil workers and loved ones together less from more, no regrets, selfless dedication.

This is our beloved oil worker. They take it as their duty to protect the oil production, and their youth is spread on the high derrick, the flying skycar and the muddy oil sea. They smell the oil and move for the oil dedication, with flesh and blood body, standing up a derrick, the dust of ancient soil rock open; They use tenacious arm, pulling a ground bottom oil dragon gush out. Where there is oil, where is their home, where there is the figure of their youth. In the senrui oil do fine do special do excellent journey, the young gas test work will be duty-free, the courage to take on, no regrets, with their colorful youth writing senrui oil new brilliant!