Essay about the major overhaul in 1980

In 1980, I was 20 years old. The second year after joining the factory, I participated in the overhaul for the first time.

The granulation tower is the tallest tower in the whole factory. It is a landmark building with a big red flag on the top of the tower. Standing at the highest point of the urban park, you can see the red flag waving to the people of the city. There is a big red flag fluttering on the top of each tank tower and on the roof, and there are small triangular red flags surrounding the top. Each team is also assigned a red flag. Wherever the maintenance is, the red flag is inserted wherever it is. On the main road in the factory area, just ten steps away, a slogan hangs above your head. Huge slogans are painted with red paint on the walls of the factory building and the walls of the tank towers.

When I saw the slogans on the placards, I almost collapsed. Work does not stop in light wind and snow, but the work is intensified in strong winds and heavy snows; bravery in the wind and snow shows the true qualities of a hero; fighting against the wind and snow, contributes to the factory and brings glory to the party. This is not a slogan, it is a whip raised behind us, a call to arms. The beginning of a fierce battle.

The atmosphere of fierce fighting spread throughout the factory. It's like a pot of fire, making our blood boil before setting off; it's also like a pot of cold water, pouring on my heart, it's over, it's over, the dream of rest is broken.

The wind is blowing and it is snowing. This snowstorm is what I've been waiting for. Before, for twenty-three days in a row, the sun shone brightly every day. We strive for sunny days every day, work hard, work hard, and work hard. The passion and heroism at the beginning of the overhaul were reduced to exhaustion by twenty-three days of hard work and hard work. A week ago, I started looking forward to rain and snow. Seventy percent of the maintenance equipment is in the open air. When it is windy or snowy, you can rest. In the educated youth spot, we look forward to wind and rain every day. If there is a little disturbance in the sky, we play poker at home. The wind is coming, the snow is coming, and instead of letting me rest, it brings strong wind and heavy snow, which is a bit like shooting myself in the foot.

The overhaul radio station will now broadcast the news of today’s tenth overhaul. The stronger the wind and snow, the harder it is to work hard. Please listen to the letter of challenge from the synthetic workshop; the stronger the wind and the snow, the more heroic the working class is. This is a letter of determination from the oil workshop. The ten-minute overhaul news included either a letter of challenge or a letter of determination, as well as an initiative issued by the factory *** Youth League to all factory members and young people. Strong winds and heavy dry weather, heavy snow and heavy dry weather, have become the common wish of the majority of employees. Whether it is voluntary or not, it is all voluntary. In today's terms, it is called "being" voluntarily.

There was a rumor among the employees that a fitter slipped off the shelf of the synthesis tower. Some said they were injured, some died, and some said they didn't slide down, but froze to death. The more bizarre theory was that they froze to death. There are ten different theories for ten people. Grapevine, like spring bacteria, reproduces at a speed that people cannot imagine. In fact, everyone wants to rest, but they don’t want to be exposed to strong winds, heavy snow and heavy dry weather. The thoughts can only be in their hearts and cannot see the sun, so they quietly spread hurtful news with a gloating mentality. People's sympathy for the injured was swallowed up by the grievances they held in their stomachs. The complaints fermented and swelled in the stomach. The swollen complaints could not be contained in the stomach, so they came to the heart. The heart was filled to the brim, with no space or time to sympathize with the injured workers. Whether the workers were injured or dead did not matter. It’s not important. What’s important is whether you can take a day and a half to catch your breath. The sympathy that should have turned into secret joy and expectation. The deputy monitor of our class said that it would be better to injure a few more people. The deputy monitor is the workshop director’s favorite. The workshop holds a workers' meeting to convey and implement the spirit of the superiors, and the deputy squad leader represents all workers in the workshop to talk about their experiences; a swearing-in meeting is held for major overhauls, and the deputy squad leader represents all workers in the workshop to express determination. I was shocked when I heard this. An advanced figure in the workshop also has this idea? By the 1990s, I was ashamed of my dark, inhumane thoughts.

The overhaul publicity team installed five tweeters, and the sound of the tweeters can be heard in every corner of the factory. An article signed as a letter from an employee was broadcast on the radio, titled "My Awakening." As soon as I heard the beginning, I was terrified. What was said on the radio were my living thoughts, as if they were directed at me. The radio said that the weather had been fine a few days ago, so I was hoping for wind and snow. If it was windy and snowy, I could rest and have a good sleep for three days and three nights. As if the secret in my heart was exposed, my face became hot and my heart became panicked. After airing letters from employees, another commentary on this website was aired, titled "Hard environment is the best opportunity for military training." First, we will make an in-depth criticism of the erroneous remarks that heavy winds and heavy cadres and heavy snow and heavy cadres do not care about the lives of employees, and emphasize that this understanding is wrong, confusing right and wrong, and has ulterior motives.

Why does it have to be windy and dry, and snowy and dry? The radio said that the purpose was to train a team of workers who dared to fight tough battles under difficult circumstances. The working class is not a seedling in a greenhouse. The working class in the petrochemical industry has a glorious tradition of fighting tough battles.

Hiding in the belly of the oil tank, there is no wind or snow. If you had known the warmth in the oil tank, I would have gone in earlier.

A safety belt was tied from waist to crotch. I could not stand firmly on the wall of the oil tank. I was pulled by the rope outside the tank. My feet were clumsily stepped on the wall of the oil tank. Sweep the residual oil on the wall toward the exit. The old worker said that in the past, the rope only tied the waist, which was unsafe and caused accidents. The harmful gases in the oil tank were not exhausted, so I fell unconscious within three minutes of going down. When he was discovered, he held a rope and went out to rescue people. The people inside were unconscious and unable to cooperate with the outside. They swung back and forth several times, just like swinging on a swing, and the rescue time was delayed. Later, the seat belt was changed to look like a trouser string, with the waist and two thighs fixed at three points. It was like sitting on a stool and no longer swayed.

Sheltered from wind and snow in the oil tank. I slowed down the cleaning of residual oil and extended what could be done in fifteen minutes to half an hour. I don't feel like I'm sweeping away the residual oil, but like Sun Wukong making trouble in Princess Iron Fan's belly. I was dreaming about Sun Wukong, and someone shouted at the oil tank, "Come up, come up, it's time." While shouting, they lifted me up to the oil tank. I said, less than fifteen minutes. Each class lasts fifteen minutes, and each person can only attend one class at a time. People outside said, it’s here, it’s here. I said, I will sweep another class. People outside said, no, no. They forcibly pulled me out of the oil tank.

Fifteen minutes later, I rushed into the oil tank again.

When I came out of the oil tank, the radio station of the factory maintenance publicity group was broadcasting a message praising me. Wherever there is danger, I will rush there. Talk about how I scrambled to get into the oil tank. The radio described the oil tank as a place of death. During the overhaul in previous years, due to the irresponsibility of the inspection personnel, there were errors in the data, and two people died inside. When I scrambled to get into the oil tank, I didn't expect that there would be danger in the oil tank, let alone that people had died in this oil tank. After hearing the broadcast, my heart was beating fast. I was really scared. I was lucky that I didn't die inside. Later, when I arrived at the oil tank, I silently said to myself, Thank God for not letting me die in the oil tank.

The workshop overhaul publicity could not keep up, so the original correspondent was removed and replaced with me. The editor of the radio station described his manuscript as finding smooth sentences among wrong sentences and correct words among typos. The workshop overhaul promotion was ranked second to last in the entire factory, with one more article than the last to last one. It's my credit to be second to last, or first to last. I wrote five articles in my spare time, which were all broadcast on the radio. The secretary gave me a task to broadcast fifteen articles every day. There are more than seventy people in the workshop. When I see someone write an article, I am like a writing machine. I write twenty-five articles a day and broadcast each article. The secretary laughs when he sees me and praises me. He praised me twenty times a day.

After three days, it was impossible to make a meal without rice and no subject matter. I looked for subjects in every corner of the workshop and walked to the second shift. I saw Erbao wearing single clothes and everyone else was wearing cotton-padded clothes. I thought, everyone else was wearing cotton-padded clothes. Why was Erbao wearing single clothes? Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and found the answer. There was a 12-pound sledgehammer beside him. Erbao must have swung the sledgehammer just now. His body felt hot and he took off his clothes. I know Erbao's character. As long as I flatter him a few words, I will work hard for him. No matter what he does, his strength comes out the most. Everyone in the entire workshop has written an article, except Erbao, who has not yet written one. It’s not that I forgot to write about the second treasure, but I didn’t write about the second treasure on purpose. Erbao is not his name, but his nickname. There are two mentally handicapped workers in the workshop doing some physical work in the maintenance class. If you have the second treasure, you must return the big treasure. Dabao was transferred to another workshop two years ago. I decided to write a piece of praise for Erbao and praise Erbao well. In the manuscript, I said that Erbao did this because he had a lofty ideological realm and was always thinking about the overhaul of the factory. This article was later awarded the first prize in the 1980 Factory Overhaul News Award.

There is a female worker in the workshop whose boyfriend is an active-duty soldier in the Navy. Someone told me that soldiers have one week off to go home and get married, but female workers don’t have any leave. I wrote an article "Overhaul on Honeymoon" in half an hour, praising the female workers for taking the initiative to not take a day off from their wedding day, not accompany their newlywed husbands, and focus on the overhaul. When the female worker saw me, she said angrily, "You have killed my army and made me miss a day off. I have no grudge against you. Why are you harming me?" I was stunned. The female worker said, I asked for three days of leave, and the director approved one day.

When I came out of the director's office, I heard the manuscript you wrote. What do you think I should do? I said that I didn’t take a single day of wedding leave, and my reputation was out. If I continued to take it, it would appear that my consciousness was too low? What do you think I should do? Who did it harm if it wasn't you?

In the ranking of the number of manuscripts used in the overhaul propaganda broadcast, there are 21 directly affiliated units in the factory, and our workshop has gone from the second to last to the ninth. Number one is the electrical workshop. The leader of the overhaul publicity team said that every time there is an overhaul, the electrical workshop ranks first. The correspondent from the electrical workshop and I are friends. I learned from him. At first, he pretended to be smart and said, "I don't know the trick, just write every day." Later, the kerosene stove in his dormitory ran out of oil and asked me to help him steal a pot of diesel from the workshop. I made an exchange for diesel. He repeatedly told me that no one can tell me this secret, only the two of us know it. In fact, the trick is very simple. Save the manuscript of each article, revise it in the next year, take out the manuscript, change the time, change the slogan, change the name, and copy the rest.