Do you still remember the "iron rice bowls" in those years? They used to be the golden signs that countless people were fascinated by, but now they fall or disappear like meteors. Today, let's uncover the dust of history and return to the stories behind those "iron rice bowls" that have been forgotten by the times.
When it comes to vanishing professions, the postman at the Post and Telecommunications Bureau is definitely a strong stroke. Back then, those messengers dressed in green were like green elves shuttling through the urban forest, conveying distant thoughts and hopes to people. Whenever their figures lightly swept through the streets and alleys, they always set off a small wave. The adults were looking forward to it, and the children's eyes were shining with hope for the future. The green uniform seems to be a symbol of courage and a messenger of warmth. However, with the surging tide of the Internet, convenient communication tools such as email and WeChat have swept in like a torrent, washing away the traditional mail methods. The door of the post and telecommunications office gradually became silent, and the familiar green-clothed figure became scarce. Now, if you want to find that long-lost warmth and cordiality, I am afraid that you can only linger in the yellowed memories.
And the staff of the Family Planning Office, in that special era, they were like guardian saints, shouldering the heavy responsibility of controlling population growth. They went from house to house, carefully registered, strictly controlled, and silently contributed to the country's family planning policy. However, with the liberalization of the two-child policy, they seem to have fallen from the altar overnight. Most of those who were once busy have now changed careers or retired. They are the unique mark of that era, witnessing the great changes in the population policy of the Chinese. For their dedication and perseverance, we can't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of the years and the rise and fall of the profession.
When it comes to films, the brilliance of state-run studios cannot be ignored. In that era when entertainment was scarce, movies nourished people's hearts like rain. Every time the projectionist walks into the village with mysterious equipment, the children cheer and the adults rush to watch. From those classic films, we appreciate the cruelty of war, the fearlessness of heroes, and the beauty of life. However, with the turbulent tide of the market economy and the emergence of private production companies, state-owned studios have gradually lost their former glory. Nowadays, we can only relive the style and passion of that era in the dusty memory. For the decline of state-owned studios, we may sigh the cruelty of market competition, but we should remember those predecessors who silently contributed to the film industry.
Do you remember the long-distance bus you took when you were a child? The bus station was bustling with people, and it was the meeting point of parting and reunion. Conductors skillfully issue tickets, ticket inspectors carefully inspect them, and drivers are tasked with getting passengers safely to their destinations. However, with the rapid arrival of high-speed rail bullet trains and the popularity of private cars, the status of passenger stations has gradually declined. In many places, the passenger stations have even been remodeled, which makes people feel nostalgic and feel the rush of time. For the changes of the passenger station, we may regret the end of an era, but we should be more pleased with the progress of society and the convenience of transportation.
Quality Supervision Bureau, Archives Bureau, Retirement Bureau...... The names of these units are like the imprint of history, witnessing the vicissitudes of that era. They were once indispensable gears and bearings for the functioning of society, contributing to the stability and development of the country. However, with the deepening of institutional reform and the transformation of functions, these units were either consolidated or abolished. Nowadays, when these names are mentioned, I am afraid that few people know about them. We may regret the end of an era for their disappearance and changes, but we should also look forward to the new institutions and functions that can better serve the development and progress of society.
The grain management institute and the supply and marketing cooperatives carry the youth and memories of countless people. In the era of food shortage, the grain management center is like the source of people's life, in charge of the rice bowl and livelihood of thousands of households. The supply and marketing cooperatives are the distribution centers of daily necessities, from trivial life to agricultural production materials. However, with the vigorous development of the market economy and the significant improvement of living standards, these units have gradually withdrawn from the stage of history. Nowadays, the only way to find them is in museums or dusty historical materials. For their disappearance and transformation, we may be able to lament the passing of an era, but we should cherish the hard-won good life now.
The disappearance or transformation of these "iron rice bowls" is not only a change and change of careers, but also a microcosm and memory of an era. They have witnessed the rise and take-off of China, and also carry the youth and feelings of our generation. Looking back now, those familiar scenes and characters seem to be right in front of us, but unfortunately we can't go back to that era to experience the simplicity and sincerity for ourselves. However, it is these good memories and feelings that make us cherish the happy life we have now, and inspire us to continue to move forward and struggle in the new era!
The disappearance of these "iron rice bowls" is actually a kind of social progress and the inevitability of the times. They used to be an important part of our lives, but with the development of technology and social changes, they are gradually being replaced by more efficient and convenient methods. Nevertheless, we should still remember the contributions that these professions and units have made for us, and thank them for the years that have accompanied us through those years.
I also deeply regret it. Those former "iron rice bowls" are not only a job, but also a kind of life attitude and spiritual sustenance. They represent stability, comfort, and dignity, allowing people to find their worth and sense of belonging in mundane work. However, with the changes of the times, these "iron rice bowls" have gradually lost their former glory, and people can't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of the years and the unpredictability of the world.