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One of the Songs of Wind Flow
I. What is Wind Flow
Wind Flow Yo, Wind Flow, what is Wind Flow? My heart is like a green willow in three springs;
Wind flow, wind flow, who doesn't love wind flow? The fruit of my thoughts is like the pomegranate in mid-autumn.
I am a human being, with blood and flesh, I have a heart, I will be happy, I will be sad;
I want the dignity of a human being, I want the heart of a novelty, I don't want to be like the ugly kind of people who generally steal from the dogs and rats!
I love the pine's purity, love the orchid's seclusion, never learn to fly like the fish chasing the stink;
I want to live a life of sensational, I look forward to career achievements.
I am young and energetic like the wind roaring, I am enthusiastic and surging life like water flowing.
The wind and the flow, how to understand you? I swear to pursue you;
Early in the morning - I ask the sunrise, at night - I gaze at the Big Dipper ......
Reverie when I turn into a colorful butterfly! : "Heh, does flirtation mean frolicking in the spring light?"
In my haze, I turn into a bee: "Heh, the flow of wind seems to be running around in the flowers."
My fluttering thoughts merged into the sea, and the sea said, "The wind and flow is a white gull on the waves."
My fantasized feathers flew to the bright moon, which said, "A flirtation is a pot of wine under a flower."
So I had a funny dream about the many friends in my life--
They all came to answer my question, arguing about who was the most flirtatious in the eighties.
The ideal said, "Flirtatiousness and success go hand in hand."
Youth said, "Flirtatiousness and good looks go hand in hand."
Friendship says: "Flirtation is the stigma of the stamen of the acacia."
Love says: "Flirtatiousness is the tender root under the juxtaposed lotus."
Morality says: "Flirtation is the crop of my heart."
The times say, "Flirtation is the golden fall of my mind." ......
Fengliu yo, Fengliu, please answer: is this a shallow understanding?
Fengliu yo, Fengliu, please open your mouth: do you have an unchanging standard for me to abide by?
Second, the wind flow of the self-description
I am the wind flow, I am the wind flow, I am the enemy of rigidity, the spring of the close friends.
I am like a flower, blossoming on a branch, I am like a girl, with a shy gaze;
I am like a stag, jumping from stream to stream and crossing the ditch, I am like a lion, with a shaky tail and a shaky mane.
Sometimes I am invisible, like the breeze, sometimes I am tangible, like the blue water;
Sometimes I become a piece of red silk on the bride's hair, sometimes I become a piece of armor on the warrior's body;
Sometimes I am a spark in the eyes, sometimes I am a vortex of honey wine on the dimple of the smile;
Sometimes I am the wind blowing on the iron horse, sometimes I am the wind swallowing all the people.
More often than not, I am not an ornament or a form, I am the passionate pursuit of beauty within!
How long mankind lives, how long I live, I am more than the history of the oracle bones.
I have questioned the heavens with Qu Yuan, and I have observed the earth with Zhang Heng***;
I was in front of the saddle when Zhang Qian passed through the western regions, and I was in the back of the boat when Jianzhen crossed the sea to the east.
I had accompanied Hua Mulan to join the army for his father, and I had been with She Taijun to command the enemy;
How many times, I followed the heroes to avenge the deep hatred, and a roar: "Not to sweep the traitors and thieves vowed to not rest!"
How many times, I accompanied the aspirants with the building, sang: "the first world worries and worries ......"
Blood fertile Central Plains, the ancient state of God, how many people of the world will never be immortalized!
Flower blossoms in spring yo, leaves fall in the fall, history does not die heh, and plucked the new show -
Jun see: Jiangshan generation of talented people out, modern people more than their ancestors, the wind flow!
What three points of autumn incense, what spelling life to find even, so the affair, has become obsolete;
What poetry red leaves, what funeral flowers mound, so the legend of love, has long been heard enough.
The eighties, to have a new singing voice, to sing a new song who will start?
From the small mouth of the spring flowers to the trumpet of the locomotive, the wind flow march in the sky!
Three, I and the wind flow
A turmoil, we drink our own brew of bitter wine, the wind flow is also seen as a poisonous snake and beast.
The land of my mind, piled up with stones, the riverbed of my feelings, thirsty as hell.
For ten whole years, trekking on the desert, I longed for an oasis with water and grass.
In the face of modern science, I looked blank, like an ape just out of the forest.
The road of life, unfortunately, can not be retraced, the youth is gone, only the scars remain.
I used to be depressed, I used to be stubborn, I thought I could see through everything on earth.
I once indulged in the lure of vanity, mistaking fashion for flirtation,
Borrowing a tape recorder for my worries, relying on a six-stringed zither to save my soul.
The suit and tie, the pants with flared mouth, who cares if the shirt has a collar or no sleeves;
The shoes can reflect the shadows, the hair is greased, who knows that the socks on my feet are showing the toes.
Dancing, I danced to my heart's content, and I didn't mind getting dizzy on the waxed floor;
Ice-skating, I skated at will, wishing to forget my sorrows when I was relaxing and enjoying myself!
But these days can't last. Yesterday's fashions are outdated today;
The floor-sweeping bell-bottoms are nothing new, and I've heard enough of that sleep-inducing pop tune.
You don't always laugh in the streets, you don't always linger in the dances;
The dance is an interlude to the song of life, and what is the use of an interlude if it is not complete?
Entertainment is an illustration on a page of the book of life, and what is an illustration without a great work?
Who can see through the red dust? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it on your own.
The real wind flow is what exactly ah, I have in contemplation frowned ......
Four, the real wind flow
This is called wind flow, this is called wind flow, dare and cruel fate fight to the death!
This is what is called the flow of wind, this is what is called the flow of wind, in the long river of history to drive the era of flying boats!
Uncovering the conspiracy of the god-maker at gunpoint, spilling a mouthful of hot blood on the barren hills;
Sacrificing the spirit of the good Premier under the stick, letting countless white flowers in in the chest!
Invite the motherland to the podium of the world's sports arena, let her hear the national anthem chirping;
Place the red flag on the highest peak of Everest, let her touch the forehead of the blue sky!
At the mine-laden mountain passes ask for battle: "Let me go first!"
Shouting at the completion of the mission retreat: "I'll break the back!"
I went to test-fly the new fighter planes whose performance was not yet stable, and I went to study the nuclear test site where the smoke cloud had not yet cleared.
Like Lei Feng, who loves his ordinary job, no matter where he goes, he is a front end;
Like Jiao Yulu, who cares about the firewood, rice, oil and salt of the disaster victims, even if he dies, he will also have to stay in the vast atmosphere!
Counting the wind and currents of the people, but also look at this day, this day, is the realization of the ideal battle -
Furnace before the fierce battle, brewing a furnace of red wine, distantly lifting the golden cup, for the motherland birthday;
Sea speeding, shaking a white silk, the waves of the offering of the Haddad, gifted to the four seas and five continents.
In West Germany to take the doctoral degree, the answer, a green leaf stretching, heralded the golden autumn;
To the United States as a traveling lecturer, cutting research, a branch of red apricots out of the wall, full of the garden shaking ......
Competing for the flowers to compete for the color of heh, is the flower of the flow of the wind, proud of the snow and frost heh, the flow of the pine of the flow of the wind;
The wind flow of the Big Dipper is to indicate the direction, and the wind flow of the satellite is to encircle the earth.
We are human beings, the spirit of heaven and earth, and our flow of wind seems to be the longest in the world!
We do all walks of life, we have **** the same pursuit of the wind flow:
"A mouthful of clear", is to check the number of phone operator's wind flow, "a knife quasi", is a butcher store salesman's wind flow;
"The divine knife hand", is the female pedicurist's style, "tracing the spring people", is the cleaning team member's style ......
We want to make the clothes and the mind equally beautiful, we should make material and spirit equally rich!
Extracting happiness from labor as a reward, taking victory from struggle as enjoyment.
However, every unexplained phenomenon may be the entrance to a new discipline;
Every achievement is poured by sweat, and every question mark may be "a path that leads to a happy ending"!
Labor, creativity, progress - there is no end to it!
Love of truth, love of goodness, love of beauty - no compromise!
This is the real style, yo, this is the real style, holding the colorful pen of the times in your hand;
Drawing the map of four transformations, building the building of happiness, spreading the brocade and stacking the show on the land of nine million six hundred thousand square kilometers!
Let the people say: they have suffered setbacks, fell on their heels, but they took the mission of the times on their shoulders;
Let history say: they are good at thinking, dare to fight, worthy of a generation of the Chinese nation's style......
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The second of the song of the wind flow
One, sing the song of the wind flow again
Write the wind flow yo, praise the wind flow, five degrees of spring and fall, when the "song of the wind flow" can be obsolete?
Love the wind flow, love the wind flow, love full of song throat, today singing "wind flow song", who will take the lead?
Five years, the river rushes, fish and dragons swim, the wind and waves of how many boats;
Five years, the sail by the wind, the boat hit the water away, the torrent of a number of talented people to create -
Reality of the "shepherd", counted on the flow of wind, in the face of adversity in the past two decades, the psychology of the study;
"Contemporary Paul", is worthy of the flow of wind, in the life of the desert to develop ideal oasis! open up the oasis of ideals.
The hero of the Huashan rescue, is the group of the wind flow, in the emergency time to put the magnificent song;
Like a fish in the water of the new factory director, is the enterprise of the wind flow, in the wave of reform and opening up the chest and head.
It is the wind flow of the times, yo, the times of the wind flow, put a song "wind flow song", broadcast to the nine states!
At this moment, the window and the window are open to each other, the heart and the heart through the mail, the autumn wind blowing over you, but also over my chest.
A goose, knocking the door gently, carrying the echoes of the green hills and the greetings of the tides;
"The wind and the flow love us, we love the wind and the flow, my friend, when will the new song of the wind and the flow be written?"
Looking at the east, west, south, north and south, the bamboo, green and pine, the flowers are thick, and then sing the song of the wind and the flow, how can we tell who is first and who is last?
Looking at the industry, agriculture, science, education and culture, we are committed to reform and strive for the top, who is the most popular? It's hard to tell which one is better or worse.
I think, I think, I feel that the talent is not enough, I write, I change, often stretched ......
Distress, a bag of dirt flew to my desk, holding it, like the motherland in the hand.
This soil, sent from the trenches on the front line of the Old Mountain, the soil has an oath, and even more so the pursuit of the warrior.
Grip it, a piece of shrapnel bite my hand, smell it, a burst of smoke choking my mouth.
A bolt of lightning crossed the clouds of my thoughts, the warrior, the warrior can be called the leader of the wind!
My heart flew to the Old Mountain, flew to the South Border, at once, chest resounded with gunfire roar.
I want to stand in for the warriors, singing the blood-stained wind flow, the second "wind flow song", unique for the warriors!
Two, blood-stained wind flow
...... blood flow enough, but still flowing, the triangle belt has been unable to tie up my traumatic wounds;
...... blood flow is too much, but also to flow, the first aid kit has been difficult to first aid my dying I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it.
Fang just in writing letters home, treats blood stained sleeves, ballpoint pen is still clamped in his blown off hand;
Just in said Beijing, the turn of the eye bullet cracked body head, this life can not go to the heroes in front of the monument to leave the shadow of ......
I am reluctant to die, death does not rest in peace, and unwilling to be hijacked by the gods of death in this way!
I love life, love with deep affection, I think of my loved ones, think of my heart trembles.
Between battles, according to the pit closed eyes, dreaming and reflecting on the heart of the lens:
Mother looked at me, standing in the village entrance, how can I bear to let her gray hair add new sorrows;
Wife remembered me, worrying about me, I as a riverbed, her love can run happily.
My newborn son doesn't need my medals; with me, he will have a full Mid-Autumn Festival;
I saw Dame Liang, I saw Yuxiu; how can a single garland of flowers cover a thousand mounds?
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire woke me up, I turned around, grabbed my gun, and threw myself into the battle--
The motherland needs me, her territory wants me to hold on to it, so I left everything I own behind:
Demining with my body, I dared to shatter my bones for the sake of the victory, "Fire at me," I roared out loud and furious, just like Wang Cheng!
Body tied grenades, with the enemy to die, pull the blaster, and position *** survival *** stay.
I died, the position can not find my body, the soil seeped into my loyalty and flesh and blood;
I died, turned into a white cloud on the old mountain, died also cradled the motherland's peaks refused to let go.
Motherland, have you seen my suicide note? Blood-stained envelope, in a blood-stained coat pocket:
"Elderly mom, don't put tears for me, to die for the country, the river and the mountains do not fall children immortal;
"Dear wife, don't pull your heart out for me, may you regain happiness, after remarriage ......
"Unseen son ah, don't complain! Dad, Dad is a soldier, soldiers can not let the motherland shame;
"Dad loves you, love your mother and grandmother, just because of love, make me blood spill barren hill ......"
Three, the two kinds of wind flow
Just at this time, at the time you pull the blaster, the rowboat of the North Sea has been carrying too much tenderness
Beautiful flower umbrellas, gently brushing the willow, the human face and flower shadow drifting on the water.
At this very moment, when you have been hit by dozens of bullets, the stone benches of the Pujiang River have been possessed by the god of love one by one;
mumbled words of love, snuggling up to each other, embracing and kissing make even the moon feel shy.
The theater is playing Swan Lake, dream-like and gentle; the ballroom is dancing disco, youth is spinning and twisting ......
The difference is surprisingly so vast that it is destined to be-some people bleed and die, some people are peaceful and carefree!
Life is so realistic, the moment is - someone generous to death, someone laugh on the restaurant.
Since the battle has been opened, the country's door to defend, either I bleed, or your blood flow;
"Then let me flow, the motherland, wearing a uniform, you have to have a soldier's bones."
Since there is a thief at the door, you must fight, either you break your head or I break mine;
"Then let me go, mother, a son of the motherland, should be the same enemy as the motherland!"
You are sober, sober as a high mountain with its head high; you are sensible, sensible as a river flowing east.
Isn't it for the safety of the motherland?
It is not for the safety of the motherland? It is for the safety of the motherland that you have been fighting against the thorns and thorns, and you have written the wind and the flow of blood.
You kissed goodbye to just four months of the baby, came to drill the ravine, the rain of bullets to the wounded rescue;
comrade's wounds connected to your heart, the wounded a groan, your heart a burst of hard.
You nursing ceaselessly, you sing ceaselessly, boiled red eyes, sing hoarse singing ......
Dreaming, you heard your son's cries again, woke up but all the mother's warmth to the comrades!
You are close to demobilization, fiancée frequently beckoned, sister wrote to say, hometown rich in oil ......
For you to do the furniture, for you to build a small building, the newly purchased car waiting for you to go back to the big show.
But the battle began, is it go or stay? You snatched the burden you shouldn't have picked up onto your shoulders!
With artillery fire like a net overhead and landmines like beans on the road, you drove the "liberation" in the sea of fire.
You died, died in the fiancée's dream, died in the little sister for you to decorate the new room when ......
You graduated from the University of the future is like a beautiful, why enter the military academy, re-education and repair?
Girlfriend said you "stupid", and you broke up, male students blame you "demented", will "self-inflicted".
But you went to the front line and led the battle, a cookie to eat, a cigarette to pass around and smoke.
How to measure the value of college students, the scales of war, can weigh out their integrity!
At this moment, listen to their hearts, what do the living and the dead ask for?
"My greatest wish is to take a trip to the capital and frame my smiling face on the Tiananmen Tower."
"My highest request is to get a poem and not to desecrate my casket with 'Silly G.I. Joe'!"
"Society's recognition is my highest praise."
" People's understanding is my greatest thirst!"
"Loved ones are by my side, why ever be afraid of breaking my head in battle!"" The motherland is behind me, turning into dust is also the wind flow!"
Four, more windy than the wind flow
The wind of the southern border, blowing in my chest, the water of the southern border, flowing under my pen.
The hot old mountain soil, a grain of testimony, the blood-red kapok, a branch of the whole opening.
Speaking of the spirit of the warrior, the flower also tears, speaking of the cruelty of war, the mountain also trembles.
This is the construction period, people are accustomed to reaching out, do a point of contribution, deserve a pay;
This is the era of peace, life cloth new in addition to the old, have the power to labor, have the power to enjoy
Battles are localized, localized battles, can be localized is often more intense exchanges.
The end of the world, easy to be forgotten by the rear in the back of the head, on the merits of the reward, should not be omitted but will often be omitted ......
Just because, although your side of the sky, the rain of bullets, but his side of the ground, the flowers of lush forests -
Invention of the inventor, can apply for a patent, the warrior's "patent" is to bleed and throw his head!
He overproduced five shirts got a bonus, you row five hundred and one landmines were blown up flesh and blood.
One hundred warriors died generously, not frowning, in order to retrieve a button on the lapel of the mother;
One thousand warriors stood by, majestically, in order to ensure that a flower of the motherland will not be stolen by thieves.......
Men's masculinity, the daughters of the beautiful, where the warrior's style is woven;
What is a warrior's style is a warrior's style;
What is a warrior's style is a warrior's style.
Daughter's flair, man's flair, both stepping on the smoke, stepping on the rhythm of war drums.
It is you, who write the most beautiful poems, it is you, who snap the best balls!
It is you, who brew the wine of life, it is you, who defend the true flow of wind.
Defenders of the earth, you are richer than the earth, and barriers to the flow of wind, you are more than the flow of wind!
The people testify: as for ideals, as for pursuits, your understanding is a step above reality;
History testifies: as for dedication, as for wind and flow, you have given a good lead to the youth of China.......
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Three of the wind flow song
One of the three singing wind flow song
Saying wind flow yells, singing wind flow, the love flies to the nine states, the second "wind flow song", and not to go away.
Chasing the wind flow yell, catching up with the wind flow, each leading a thousand years, "wind flow song" has won countless friends.
Poetry heart surging, like an arrow on the string buckle, once shot will no longer return to the author's private.
The readers' expectation has turned into my worry, how much longer do I have to wait for the three songs of "Windfall Song"?
I was pushed onto the stage as if I were a backup singer, and I couldn't afford to be shy about the lights and the crowd.
...... marching pledge, should drink three cups of wine; ...... on stage to sing, should sing three songs of the wind flow!
The third "wind flow song" I have not yet thought of, but enthusiastic friends are already running for me.
Fujian readers sent daffodil bulbs, and they mailed the spring and suggestions together:
Please write about the redheads overseas, unforgettable mid-autumn in their homeland;
Congealed dreams, with a half-cup of buds in a clear spring, that is to say, the buds will be pumped.
The letter from the Tianshan Mountain carries the tenderness of the snow lotus, they hit me in the chest with autumn colors and deep love;
Please write about the youth of all ethnic groups, sweat poured out the oasis, melons and fruits, see the gold and silver full of ditch ......
The body has been separated from the workplace, the heart has not been retired, can not build bridges and pave the road, but also put the night patrols.
The blind girl's letter and make my heart tremble, although it is cardamom years, but never see cardamom;
I am disabled, but there is no disability love and worry, no perfect body also want to sing the perfect flow of wind!
Love is warmer than the spring breeze, yo, the letter is like a snowflake thick, from Yunnan, to be from Haiqing, from Guangzhou ......
Some people suggested to write about the miners, will be the sunshine extraction; some people let me write about the doctor, to save the life;
Some people let me write about the teacher, will be their own dedication; some people let me write about the seamen, the world traveled around.
The SAR people boasted Shenzhen, reform and openness fly together; loggers praised the forest area, hundreds of birds *** morning and play ......
Wake up to the eight winds, blowing open the chest of the layers of the building, how do I mention the outline of how to carry the lead, do not fall into the pattern?
As long as you write "one", you may leave out "ten thousand", I was born and raised in my hot land on the peaks of the competition!
But how deep is the friendship of the readers, I do not sing the wind flow, unless the blood coagulation pen rust.
Even if you can't be like the "flying sky" scattered flowers in the clouds, you have to learn the rules, crowing blood and not resting ......
Two, the times and the flow of
An era with an era of the flow of the great flow of the great reforms! The great reforms are the great reforms.
I have thought about 1966-1976, the elimination of the wind flow, resulting in the calendar spattered with blood of spring and autumn;
I have sung 1976-1986, three written wind flow, by what giant pen to carry on the past and the future?
I long to dissect the waves of the tide of the times, I call for the first to chant the wind and stream of the poetic world titan.
My surname is Su, and I have never dared to claim that I am a descendant of Dongpo, but the great river of Su Dongpo is flowing in my chest.
The river broke through the three gorges, past Baidi, ran to the mouth of the sea, the old-timer, you are like the mainstay of the river to stay!
It was you who raised your glass to the sky and asked when the moon would come; it was you who wrote a poem to express your heart, wishing for a long time.
But the concept of the dictionary you sang about is also too old.
Inviting Su Jushi, and then back to his homeland to roam, to see the eighties of the young people how the flow;
"...... we are oil workers, aluminum helmets on the rapid wind and rain, the Ludong will be the war, from all directions gathered to the lower reaches of the Yellow River.
"China's youngest land, a sandbar, only to see the shadow of the yellow alfalfa cabbage waving to the beach.
"At the word of command, we began "rolling development," with fifty-five rigs roaring at once.
"The underground river of the sun seduced us, and our veins were half warm blood and half crude oil.
"Fighting blowouts, sacrificing our lives to become living statues, drilling deep wells, night and day daring to drill the earth through!
"The Yellow River, yo, raise the dragon's head of hope, listen to a new chorus, singing the wind!"
"...... I'm an explorer now, to go rafting in the Yangtze River, rafts stuck in the bottom of the river I'm magnificent.
"My expedition notes are not yet finished, the dream of conquering the heavenly dangers was swept away by the whirlpool ......
"I did not die, my soul into a wave, frosty mornings and moonlit nights, beckoning on the wave crest.
"So the succeeding warriors came up, tracing the source of history with their feet at the source of the Yangtze River.
"The will-assembled sealed boat launched with vigor, drifting with ideals, drifting with pursuits.
"The Tiger Leaping Gorge is fast, the Jinsha River wall is steep, but the song of the wind in our hearts weighs heavily on the sky!"
"I am a young teacher, drilling into the wild mountains, self-financed investigation of wild people has been eight spring and fall.
"With my traveling bag on my shoulder and my last words in my coat pocket, I may feed my body to the wild beasts at any time.
"The rain of Shennongjia, the wind of Gechuanjiang, and the wind and dew have made me even thinner.
"Sleeping with my body tied to a tree, my injuries and illnesses could only be saved by myself, and earthquakes and landslides didn't make me back off.
"For the sake of the motherland, in order to solve the mystery of the savage, I was detained as a fugitive several times.
"Sacrificing my life to explore can only realize the real style huh, suffering for science is my greatest enjoyment ......"
"... ...I'm a Beijing college student who volunteered to go to Lhasa to report for duty on a bicycle and see enough of the river and mountains.
"B - L plan, Pangu did not, all the way to investigate the folklore and folk customs to put social studies.
"Sleeping in the wilderness, and the wolf than the endurance, my eyes Jingjing, the wolf's eyes green light ghost.
"I can only invite the moon as a companion, and the moon has been hijacked by the clouds, so I can paint the embroidery in my heart with the lonely campfire.
"Treading a thousand hardships, finally triumphant song, I carry the Beijing sunset to the door of the Potala Palace ......"
Wish to be born as the splendor of the summer flowers, for the beauty of the struggle, and wish to die as the quiet beauty of the leaves of the autumn as soon as possible to decay.
Turned into spring mud to protect the flowers, beauty will be regenerated, why should the wind blow down the flowers on the branches, excessive demands.
Please Su Shi for the present people to repair the words and phrases:
The great river goes east, the waves can not be exhausted, a thousand years of wind flow!
Three, the wind flow of reform
There are hot and cold temperatures on, there is the wind born;
There are high and low ground, there is the flow of water.
Heart to the open world, I am contemplating;
Face to face the reality of reform, I am exploring -
Yesterday's closed off areas, today walk at will, the reforms reclaimed the furrow of new ideas;
The past "side road", now has been universal!
The past "side way" has now been generally accepted, the logic of development here in the new in addition to the old.
But reform is far from smooth, and bloody feet are being blocked by thorns and trenches.
Feudal consciousness and unhealthy winds such as a basket of crabs, tearing, pincer added, entangled endlessly ......
You create how many achievements there are how many curses, you leather how many ills will cause how many grudges.
You are in the front of the battle, some people look at the wall, the need to criticize the "right" when you are born "right".
You can be the target, but the gun is in their hands, and there are people who will secretly elbow you in the back.
The good factory manager who can't be sued, what's wrong with you, just because of the smart, they were taken as opponents by the mediocre.
Some factory managers have no way out, like a mountain blocking the door; some enterprises have no way out, such as a well of cattle.
The journey of reform has countless struggles, the history of the road under the paved with the blood and flesh of the dedication!
Some people lament: "His life is not yet known this life rest." Some people sing: "A breath is not yet broken still wind flow!"
"I am a flagpole, always raise the flagpole over the top", "I am an awl, even if the first rotten also want to come out!"
"Climbing the mountain to be a picker", "Sailing the ship I am the helmsman", "Standing I learn the bridge pier", "Load I am an axle "!
The road is also long huh, the clouds are also thick, China has come to a new intersection ......
Four, all sing the song of the wind
It's time, now is the best time, the time is ripe for political reform;
It's time for rare times like this, the reform of the national system can not be often!
Reform out of talent, reform out of leaders, reform out of efficiency, reform out of style.
Mountains sing the song, sing the green fat and red thin, with the "flowers" on the Longshan, Shaanxi Province, Xin Tianyou;
Water sing the song, sing the giant boat, borrowed from the Yellow River Boatman shouting, Yangtze River Slender Man roar.
Friends, please continue to write your own style, and replace the solo of my bamboo flute with a majestic symphony.
Kunlun plays the brass horn, Moth Eyebrows is the drummer, the five fingers of Five Fingers Mountain rubbing ......
Singing the fisherwoman of the Zhuhai Sea, the rider on the grassland, singing the blameless man of the wind, relieving the sorrows of the people!
One leaf blind to see the forest, can not be counted as a flirt; both ears plug beans do not hear the thunder, is really shallow!
Knowledge will bite the words to memorize the dead book, is false learning; can Wen can martial arts can strain, is really excellent!
Only know the power to seek private rectification of others, is ambitious; can work can business can open up, only the most elegant!
Mo complain, you bowl of vegetables, his plate of meat, rice pots and rice bowls will be linked to your achievements;
Don't be discouraged, you are not well endowed, he is uniquely endowed, and Qi not give up to be able to put the Jinshi towers!
I appreciate the east plum, autumn chrysanthemums, summer lotus and spring willow, they are all in the season in which they dominate;
I sing the sky and the earth and the warmth of the moon and the softness of the moon, they are for the competition of all things to provide the freedom.
Blue sky wind flow yo, give every ray of sunshine to color, eagle and crane fly together, sing "white clouds a thousand years of joy";
Earth wind flow yo, the ground spring planting and autumn harvest, the heart of the earth is hot, drilling a deep well on the oil spouting;
Sea wind flow yo, give every droplet of water to vitality, the white voyage forward, the waves of the countless seagulls. The sea is a great source of energy for every drop of water, and the white sailing is a great source of vigor.
The people's wind flow, water can carry the boat can overturn the boat, to promote history, democracy and science are the left and right hands.
I am the people, the people are struggling in unison, the hearts of the people will cast nine tripods, proving the immortality of reform;
I am history, the road of history is being refurbished, the future wheels rolling, carrying generations of wind flow ......