Years and months flow gold
Ye Zhiquan
Less than a year and a half before retirement, the rail life journey is about to come to an end, gently open the computer, tap the keyboard, poetry.
Night, is quiet;
The heart is lonely.
This night, entangled with words,
Gently tapping the keyboard,
When loneliness has nowhere to rest,
Stack up those inky words.
In countless hardships,
Choose to be strong.
Perhaps, chase your dreams with a keyboard,
Just for a beloved love poem.
I have been on the rail life journey for 42 spring and autumn, and every morning I rush to work seems to be in such a hurry; every day I worry about whether I will be late for work. I am working hard and busy, but also trying to fight for my dreams, struggling on the road of rail life, with a flick of a finger. 42 years have passed, and I find that I have honed a lot of strength. Chasing dreams is a necessary process for me, a difficult transition from ideal to realization. I know that if I have a dream, I have to choose to fight for my dream, and since I have chosen, I have to go through both storms and rains.
Dreams and reality, how do I grasp this balance? In fact, my dreams have been compressed and lost in the face of reality, and the youth of the past has gradually drifted away with the passage of time.
In the time when I escorted the mountain railway, in those long years, I worked hard to persevere, embraced a warm heart, and agreed with myself with my dream to see the beauty of the mountain railway workers.
Every morning and dusk, I make up my mind alone, always want to dance the keyboard to leave something, only hope that fate will be kind, and the dream can be fully realized. In fact, in life, instead of running around and spending time, it is better to accompany words and let words infiltrate life. Stacking text is like spring wind and rain, which can be most impetuous and utilitarian, which not only adds interest to personal life, but also nourishes people's souls with more nutrients.
For myself, the passion is still there, and the ideal is still clear. With a pair of deep eyes hidden under my thick eyelashes, I released my true self on the stage of life. From one post to another, from front-line workers to middle-level cadres, they have always carried the dream of never giving up and persistently moved forward. For the dream, for survival, all the way to run, struggle, never give up.
Let the dream wander in the vast sea of steel rail life years, from the selfless dedication of the workers left by the builders, learn how to live in harmony with the mountains and steel rails, know how to respect and see more clearly, so as to build an unswerving spiritual home.
Look back at the road you've traveled. All the way down, all the way up, and now, when I look back on the years when my passion burned, I will be grateful for that unusual experience, and it was that experience that made me know what it was to be strong.
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Editor-in-Chief: Yang Guangming
Editor: Peng Luanyan Hu Jie