In the spring, I wrote * * * and China's tax collectors (group poems).
-Dedicated to the workers who struggled on the tax front of the Republic of China.
Zhao Fuzhi (Beijing)
1. In the spring, write down * * * and the tax collectors in China.
It's been 61 years, and I'm used to it.
Like tax collectors in the Republic of China, they got up in spring.
And in the economic category, find the posture of labor.
Find a pen that describes the tax culture, although
The south wind is still on the road, although the color of winter has not faded.
But the inner yearning and temperature have already begun.
With the powerful pace of tax collectors accelerating.
Today, I'm going to start with beginning of spring.
Starting from the initial tax collectors in the Xia Dynasty, we should be thrifty and simple.
Define a spring, let a pair of roaring hands.
Near the solar terms and the warm atmosphere, it will extend inch by inch.
Not only persistent eyes, the blood of the motherland, but also
Above the process of industrial and commercial development-profound thinking
This season, facing the capital.
When I wrote down the word "tax", I knew
There must be peach blossoms, which are already in the red flag.
Open the fragrance of a place.
2. Taxpayer's notebook
The process of commuting, a pen
Walking between sweat and notebook. Taxpayer's notebook
Not a stylish laptop, no
Exquisite notebook. Sweating paper
Such as the taxpayer's palm.
Passionate.
Open the taxpayer's notebook and write on it.
There is a work and a planned process.
There is the peach blossom-like joy of standing in front of the window, and there is also
Taxpayers are ashamed to express their ideals.
Point to the sun
Notebook, it's the tax collector.
Between work and life
In the description of each page, give a home peace of mind.
There are uninterrupted hard fingerprints.
-the primary color of life, like the seal of taxpayer identity.
Have firm eyes
Cover my heart
3. A drop of sweat is a touch.
What is the sweat in front of taxpayers?
It seems that there is no need to prove it. It is very muddy.
I heard the sound of sawing wood in the Zhou Dynasty logging yard.
Listen to the roar of construction machinery in the new era, listen to it
My heart beats faster and I want to bloom.
If tax is the main form of national fiscal revenue.
Then, sweat must be spring rain.
A drop of bud, two drops of water.
In order to promote economic development and improve the public's cold and warm.
Into a wisp of cigarettes, floating over the motherland.
Taxpayer's sweat is not real water.
Sweat seeping into fertile soil comes from the forehead.
Judging from blood or bones, it is hard.
It is also a contribution and the fragrance of labor.
One of the drops
Enough to move us.
Hurt us.
4. Taxpayers in People's Republic of China (PRC)
When it comes to taxpayers, I always think of * * and China.
And put the * * * and the crown in front and behind.
Use the blood red in the text to perceive the blood brightness in this vocabulary.
A capitalized "person" appeared in my pen.
From the red of blood to the gold of the national treasury, the tax collectors of the Republic of China
How can I describe you to compare with your efforts?
How can I compare with your simplicity?
* * * And taxpayers, okay?
Just looking at you all the time, looking at your red nature.
I hope you burn the connotation and then
With a beating heart, I wrote down my feelings for you.
Write down passionate poems, write down
Your simple idea
In fact, the tax collectors in the Republic of China
Not a title, but a recognition.
There is no west wind in your work.
Rivers, ancient roads, no thin horses
There is no small bridge running water, only repeated taxation.
But I know that red is your essence.
The prosperity of the motherland is your dream and achievement.
The hottest warmth in the world
Put down the relaxed pen, at this moment.
Needless to say, today.
Standing on the hot land of the motherland, blood is red.
The golden color of the national treasury is a pillar in the hearts of tax collectors.
Burning in the air. And beyond the meaning of color itself.
Go into the ground and plow with China people.
With the coming thunder and lightning, it shows the ordinary and mighty.
Facing Tiananmen Square, there must be blossoming peach blossoms.
Together with the tax collectors in People's Republic of China (PRC), they wrote a poem that lasted until spring.
Beyond time and space