The summer heat caresses the loess gently, and the autumn wind brings coolness,

Deep in the Longhua coal mine, the miners stand firm.

Sweat falls like drizzle, and the sea of ​​coal ripples,

Every drop witnesses the trajectory of silent hard work.

Under the mine, there is a dark battlefield, with coal dust flying all over the sky,

Miners are like warriors, constantly fighting against the darkness.

Their figures flickered under the miner's lamp,

Like stars, shining silently under the curtain of night.

The coal is heavy, but it cannot break the backbone of the miners,

Bending down to stand up is their responsibility for life.

Every swing of the shovel is an affectionate confession to family,

Every gasp hides the infinite yearning for tomorrow.

On a hot night, the starlight and miner’s lamp interweave into poetry,

The miners are eager to return home, but they also cherish their persistence at this moment.

Their silhouettes lengthen in the night,

Like the brushstrokes of time, depicting an unyielding chapter.

In this sea of ​​coal, they are the real cultivators,

Fruit hope with sweat, and create brilliance with tenacity.

Don’t talk about suffering, don’t complain about tiredness, I just want my family to be happy and healthy,

This love is as deep as the sea and as broad as boundless.

At the end of the summer heat, I hope the miners will find a peaceful haven,

Tiredness and wind and frost turn into sweet springs in the warmth of home.

May their contribution be like the fire of coal,

Not only illuminates the surroundings, but also ignites the light of wisdom in the soul.

The shadow of the miner flows quietly in the depths of time,

It is a profound echo of the dialogue between life and the earth.

Every shovelful of coal falling is a proof of existence,

See greatness in the ordinary, show strength in silence.

(Sunjiacha Longhua Mining Company Wang Yao)