Ask for the lines of Qi Yue's great craftsmen

Tian Sen: I know that when we are old, the factory should belong to young people. Today, we came back here trembling, expecting to hear the sound of hot welding banging on steel and see the bare-armed man waving the hammer again. That is our youth! Yu Yue: Brother, why are there no workers in this factory? Without workers, how can this machine still rumble out of steel? (interrogative tone, urgent) (immediately) Tian: Third, look at this speed. These machines turn for a year, and they are on top of the steel we have been practicing all our lives! Every machine here is worth a hundred able-bodied workers. Third, I get it. Now steelmaking-we don't need workers like us. Yu Yue: You don't need me? This dress has been on for twenty years! Are all these skills useless? Then what are we living for? Brother, let's go, don't come back, we shouldn't have come back! Tian Sen (eagerly): Wait a minute, I suddenly saw the mark on this machine. I wanted to shout for Lao San to come and see it, but I couldn't make a sound. I had to hammer him again and again. He looked back at Lao San and Lao San. What do you think? Brother, this-Tian Sen: This is our steel.-Yu Yue: This is our steel! ! ! Tian Sen: Our work is clearly marked on this machine! I stroked its strokes, and for decades, it was always engraved on it, never blurring a penny! Yu Yue: Haha, big brother, that's your steel! This piece, this is Master Lu's night market. It's all here, all here. Where's my steel? Qi Yue: Old three is there like crazy. He won't let go of every corner. He wants to find his steel. Where is my steel? Qi Yue: Look, big brother! My steel! My steel is also here-Tian Sen: It's your steel, it's your steel! Yu Yue: Brother, our life has not been in vain! This room is full of our steel! Tian Sen: Yes! This room is full of our steel! The steel in this machine is made from our steel. From then on, hundreds of billions of steel will go from here to China! They are all our steel! Yu Yue: The lost youth will eventually find its own value. Tian Sen: Those old lives will never die! Our name may disappear in history, but our faith will be engraved on it forever and will never rot! Yu Yue: Sixty years! Workers like our old brothers have gone to the front line of construction from generation to generation. We have not left our names, but we will not be forgotten! We are all this country, the backbone of steel! Tian Sen: I remembered again. In the afternoon spent in the diaolou, Chairman Mao held my hand and awarded us the honor of a lifetime. We are, great craftsmen!