I didn't know what Jun Gao was until I boarded Kunlun. I didn't know what majesty was until I came to Humen. Only when you look at the Yellow River can you understand what is spectacular. When I came to Changle Tobacco, I deeply realized what it meant to be moved. At this moment, standing on the podium, my thoughts are surging. People who have touched me in Changle Tobacco for more than two years have moved me one by one, and I can still remember them vividly. ...

I just graduated from school two years ago and came to Changle, a strange place. By chance, I saw the recruitment information of Changle Tobacco and signed up with the psychology of giving it a try. After a heavy written test and interview, I am very happy to be hired. I thought I could go to work smoothly, but the troubles and contradictions began from the moment I was hired. Because I applied for a job as a visiting salesman, and I have to go to the countryside every day, which is far away. According to the company's regulations, a visiting salesman must have a motorcycle. According to the company's unified procurement, it costs 7000 yuan to buy a motorcycle in Sundiro. 7,000 yuan may be a lot of money for everyone sitting here today, but for a rural girl who just graduated from school, it means two years of tuition and fees! I'm confused, caught in contradictions and pain. I stayed up all night that night. I wanted to cherish this hard-won job, but in the face of this huge expense, I thought I had to leave silently. The next day, I told my situation to section chief Zhou of the personnel secretarial section. Zhou Kechang said, "I have heard about your situation. Your work performance during this period is very satisfactory. Don't worry, don't affect your work mood. " The section chief's words rekindled my hope. As a result, I collected 2000 yuan myself, and the remaining 5000 yuan was lent to me by section chief Zhou and director Liu of the warehouse. When I received the section chief's five thousand dollars, there was a warm current in my heart, and tears swirled in my eyes, but I couldn't say a word. I know very well that I received not only 5000 yuan, but also heavy care and affection, and more understanding and trust from the leaders. At that moment, I vowed: "I am worthy of those eager eyes, and I am worthy of Changle Tobacco."

In the following days, I confirmed my oath with practical actions, and my work was recognized by my colleagues and approved by the leaders. I remember that there was a strong typhoon and a heavy rain, and I happened to meet the Monkey Island film, which sold the farthest, 50 kilometers back and forth. The director said the weather was so bad and the journey was so long that I was afraid it was not safe for me to ride a bike. He asked me not to go to the countryside and contact retail investors by phone. However, when we think of some retailers who don't have telephones, their expectant eyes, and our service tenet of "sincerity, loyalty and wholehearted heart", can our service quality be discounted in the hearts of retailers because of the typhoon and rainstorm? So I said to the director, "It's okay, director. I'll drive slowly. Retail sales are urgent. " I resolutely braved the typhoon and rainstorm to go to the countryside. When I came home after visiting more than 50 retail products, I was soaked to the skin. But when I think of the comforting eyes of retailers, I feel a kind of relaxation that I have never had before. But after all, it still failed to resist the "attack" of typhoon and rainstorm. At two o'clock in the morning that night, I began to have a high fever and a severe stomachache. In desperation, I had to wake up my colleagues in the dormitory. When Director Ping Zeng, who lives upstairs, heard the noise downstairs, he saw that I was ill. Without saying anything, he helped me to the hospital with his colleagues and watched them drag their tired bodies and sweat anxiously for me. I feel grateful and guilty. Director Zeng smiled and said to me, "Xiuhua, it's okay. Although it's a little far from home, you still have our colleagues. If you have any difficulties, please let me know and we will help you. " After listening to Director Zeng's words, a warm current flowed in my heart. With such a good leader and such a good colleague, why are you complaining and tired?

More than two years of visiting sales career, although bitter, although hard, but more is to experience the warmth of Changle tobacco family. When I was in trouble and helpless, it gave me opportunities and confidence; When I was frustrated and tired, it gave me comfort and courage, and made me braver, firmer, more persistent and more enthusiastic in the face of repeated difficulties! In 2003, I was honored to be named as an excellent visiting salesman in Fuzhou. I know that only doing a good job is the best reward for the company, leaders and colleagues.

With the reform of tobacco system, I successfully transformed from a sales reporter to an account manager. Whenever I encounter difficulties in my work, I will think of those amiable and respectable faces and let the warm current of love flow in my heart again and again. They have added infinite strength to me. Here, I sincerely wish all the staff of Changle Tobacco safe and healthy. I wish Changle Tobacco will always be full of centripetal force, cohesion and fighting capacity, and play a more touching Changle Tobacco movement with a high-spirited attitude!

I like ... ...

I like ...

On the short black hair at the same table,

That couple

On a light blue lace hairpin

A blossoming snow-white Cobana Eva.

Eight sparkling pearls.

I like ...

Under the blue sky,

The round hanging high in the sky

Smiling sun.

He radiates light,

Let everyone feel warm in their hearts.

I like ...

In the sky

Free-flying birds,

They flapped their solid wings,

Persevere in finding their dreams. ...

I like ...

Roadside, flower bed, grass

The kind of flowers that are everywhere.

mottled

In the bright sunshine,

It looks so gorgeous.

I like ...

Curved bridges, gurgling water

A perfect picture.

A gust of wind blew,

The waves are rippling,

Let my heart ripple ...

I like ...

There stands a house with white walls and tiles by the river.

Although the tiles are not new,

Reflected on the pale green river,

Soft and elegant,

Like a dark painting.

I like ...

People who walk in a hurry,

I like ...

Rolling traffic,

I like ...

Colorful neon lights,

I like ...

……

Love life,

Beauty,

Will always be with you.

The home I want (I like my family composition)

Author: Zhang Jin

When I first learned to read in Chinese Pinyin, I read Cinderella, a fairy tale by Green. For parents who can only raise my brother and sister on a meager salary of 30 yuan a month, it is a great favor to buy me a fairy tale book.

When this only precious book was about to be torn up in my hands, I fell in love with the beautiful and poor Cinderella.

I often close the door, climb into bed, shake off the sheets and put them on my shoulders, imitate Cinderella's long skirt, sweep the floor with long sleeves, and sing softly while dancing, imagining Cinderella's beautiful bel canto, with a high voice: "hazel tree! Please help me, please shake it and shake off a whole set of gold and silver dresses for me. "

Just get carried away, I heard the untimely laughter of "a busybody-". I was so angry that I turned my head and saw that it was my sister, the naughty boy who loved to play tricks on me. Seeing that she was discovered, she simply pushed the door and came in. I'm helpless. She also lives in this room.

Now that I think about it, my parents' unit is not good either. I only lived in a two-bedroom and one-bedroom house like a pigeon cage. My parents live in the same room, and I live with my sister, so my brother's cot has to be placed in the corner of the living room. The kitchen is used by people on the first floor.

I threw away the sheets and sat at the table, looking at my sister who was just winking at me. Gave her one clean look after another.

"If only there were a house for me to live alone. I want one smaller than a pigeon coop!" Holding elbows and cheeks, I was thinking about it. I'm worried.

For the first time in my life, I really want to have my own house.

When I was in junior high school, my uncle who was far away at sea took me to his house to study. My uncle's family has only one cousin, so I have my own room.

I finally have my own room. Oh, how nice!

After the initial embarrassment brought by the strange environment disappeared, I became a happy little tit. After finishing my homework every day after school, the only thing I want is how to decorate my little world. I found several big canned fruit bottles, dug many mimosa and cactus in my uncle's yard, planted them in the bottles, and secretly moved the best potted Chinese rose in the garden and the pot of yellow, green, yellow and green Xia Lan to my small room.

When I put flowers on the windowsill and desk according to my own ideas, occasionally a breeze blew, and the smart flowers seemed to dance one after another, and the whole room suddenly came to life. I can't help being elated!

Next, it's time to add curtains to the exposed door panels. I am good at origami. I can fold a kind of small stars called "lucky stars", each about the size of a fingernail. Folding different colors of stars out of different colors of paper will make a beautiful curtain.

I have a small goal. Every night, when I close the door, I tirelessly fold lucky stars. Within a month, I actually accumulated a small plastic bucket, about 1000 yuan. I think that should be enough.

Colorful stars finally let me connect one by one! So tonight, I set up a high bench and nailed the stars on the lintel with a small hammer. I sweated at the fruits of my labor. Colorful stars look like a colorful knitwear from a distance, not to mention how beautiful it is!

Crazy again in joy. Take out a red rope from the drawer and tie it to your forehead. It feels as beautiful as Cinderella in a gorgeous evening dress. Turn over and go to bed, shake off the sheets and put them on your shoulders, shaking like Cinderella's gorgeous golden cloak!

I began to imagine Cinderella's soprano bel canto: "hazel tree!" " Please help me, please shake it and shake off a whole set of gold and silver dresses for me-"

"Knock, knock, knock" at the same time, an old and serious voice rang: "Dong, what are you doing! I won't come out to eat after I finish my homework! " I was shocked and withered like grass beaten by frost.

God, why did you forget that I have a grandmother?

Grandma has been at my uncle's house, taking care of my little cousin. In my memory, grandma is a serious and grumpy old man. I was the weirdest when I was a child, so I was often scolded. That's why I've been afraid of grandma since I was a child. Quickly open my new curtain and open the door to let grandma in before putting it down.

Sure enough, grandma came in and saw that I had messed up the sheets. There were no books on the table, only Chinese rose and mimosa were in the middle of the table. Grandma's face suddenly sank.

"Ah lui! I asked you to do your homework. What did you do when you closed the door? " I hurried over to fold the sheets and looked at grandma timidly. Grandma has picked up the roses and mimosa on the table, pointed to Xia Lan and bottles on the windowsill and said, "You put them all back in the yard for me. Who gave you permission to put them in your room? " Really disobedient! Make a mess of the room. "When I turned around and saw the red rope on my forehead, I frowned:" What are you doing with this thing tied to your head? "If you don't do your homework well, you will do these messy things. . . . . . "

Grandma scolded while hating iron not to produce, and walked to the door. Unexpectedly, the curtain hit her face, which startled her grandmother. She quickly pulled it out by hand. By accident, the flowerpot fell to the ground with a bang. Grandma was furious: "you disobedient bad boy, hiding in your room all day doing such a damn thing that kills people!" " Do you still have the heart to do your homework? Do you still read? I tell you, uncle's room is not allowed to have this kind of thing. . . . . . "Anger actually spread to my hands, only to see that she grabbed my new curtain and pulled it hard, and several strings of stars broke! Under repeated scratching, I pity that all the colorful curtains I just finished fall into grandma's clutches.

Although I later learned that Chinese rose and mimosa are not suitable for indoor use, I haven't put any bonsai in my room for many years.

Finally got married. Because the economic foundation is too weak, we decided to rent a house temporarily. I found an interesting house in the suburbs. A two-story pavilion was built on the edge of a big fish pond with wooden boards, which was more than one meter high from the water. Two meters offshore. Cross a small bridge made of two thick planks. There are many green waters and hyacinthus orientalis on the surface of the fish pond, which are full of purple gourd flowers. A pure water castle. I immediately fell in love with this house and named it "Green Egypt".

At that time, I had no job. Husband cleans the house and reads books after work. There is not much space in the small pavilion, and the kitchen is simple.

Spend more time in love with the attic and see the scenery by the window. That pool is full of green water and hyacinthus orientalis, and that pool is full of purple gourd flowers; It's impenetrable and unstoppable. Looking around, I only feel that countless elegant and mysterious purple fairies in the sea of flowers are accompanied by pavilions, charming and attractive, which can always arouse my infinite creative desire.

So, how many sunny mornings and how many long afternoons, I stood at the window with an easel and waved the willow charcoal pen in my hand, as if I had returned to the days of studying and went out to sketch with my picture clip on my back. In this way, countless sketches of water hyacinths were drawn. Draw a few oil paintings occasionally.

After more than half a year, generous husband began to bring friends home as guests. Every day after dinner, friends come to visit us one after another, and our little "green Egypt" is getting more and more lively.

It is always indecent to entertain friends in the kitchen, so we let our guests go to the second floor-our living room and bedroom. However, I can't draw clearly anymore, and I can't draw quietly. Whenever I talk and laugh with my husband and friends, I will be distracted for a moment: "If only I had a studio! This will make everyone happy! "

Three years later, I bought a relatively large house, 120 square meters. Besides the kitchen, living room and bedroom, there are of course two rooms: one is my daughter's. Daughter baby is two years old. The other room is my studio.

For a time, I often looked around my new home, which was small but neatly decorated, sitting in a chair in the studio. When the warm feeling strikes, you will cry happily.

I still don't go to work. When my husband goes to work, I still clean the house, then take my daughter with me, or draw in the studio, or occasionally sketch nearby.

My daughter soon became my little apprentice. Since I was two and a half years old, whenever I painted, she clamored for painting, so she had to ask her father to make a small drawing board. She can carry it around the house. She painted everything from toys on the ground to chandeliers on the ceiling, and she also "sketched"-I taught her, so I remembered it and often said that I wanted to "sketch". Although we always have to "point out" what we are drawing, her enthusiasm has not been affected at all. Always in high spirits, I still want to use my sketch paper and charcoal pen-I tried to give her ordinary rice paper and student pencils, and she found out: it's different from my mother's, don't. So there is always 16 sketch paper and a piece of HB carbon specially cut for her on her little drawing board.

Accumulated, up to now, there is a thick stack of "works": cups, kettles, vases, her small bowls, small alarm clocks, apples and bananas at home. . . . . . The door at home is painted the most. Doors painted single: aluminum alloy rolling doors; Bedroom door like a window: half-open and half-closed hinged door; Poker-like bathroom door: Sliding doors inlaid with dark glass.

Suddenly, my daughter is four and a half years old. It was sunny that day, and the indoor light was particularly abundant, which was a good weather for painting. I set up an easel, nailed four pieces of paper, erected 6B, and started to create the plaster statue "Bluewood". The daughter picked up the small drawing board and strolled out of the living room.

I don't know how much time has passed. The daughter ran in and raised her little hand high: "mom, mom!" " "

I looked down and saw all kinds of strange animal figures on the drawing board, but I didn't know what my daughter drew.

"This is our home, mom! This is the room I built for you! "

"oh! Baby. " So I understood that this is indeed a room. Look, there is another door.

Next to a big frame representing the door, a big stone was painted, almost as high as the "door". I didn't understand it when I saw it. My daughter explained, "This is my father's stone outside the door. I helped him put it in the house so that he could move stones to exercise in rainy days! "

The daughter pointed to a person who seemed to raise her hand to salute, and then said, "This is mom's back massager." I sometimes take her to the county town to play with roadside fitness equipment and tell her all kinds of names, so I will remember them when I go there more.

"ah! Why is there a snail with a long neck here? "

"Oh mom, this is my slide! Have you forgotten the snail-like slide in the park? "

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember. That's true. So, this flowering tree must be a Tai Chi wheel? " I think so. The daughter clapped her hands and smiled: "Mom is so smart!"

"But why should we put this Tai Chi wheel in the room?"

"Because my mother always hurts her arm after painting, didn't my mother say that playing Tai Chi wheel won't hurt her arm? When I grow up, I will give us many interesting things to decorate our home, turn our home into a park, make other children like our home and bring their mothers to our home to play! "

My eyes are wet and my glasses are blurred.

When she took off her glasses to clean her lenses, one daughter counted: "This is a seesaw, this is a table tennis table, this is a skipping rope, and this is a raft. . . . . . "