When I fell in love with my job
When the first sunshine in the morning breaks through the dawn and falls on the windowsill, when I breathe the fresh air, I get on the bus.
When I wait to open the bright glass door, when I stand in front of the bookshelf to prepare for the day's work, my mood is shrouded in a solid joy.
When I try every product with my own hands, it's like stroking a baby's skin. When I check every corner, it's like looking for scattered pearls. When I turned on the microcomputer, I stared at the jumping numbers. When I greet my first customer.
Send a "good morning!" ..... When colleagues ask each other with kind eyes, when we hear the words of encouragement from the manager, when we check our manners, I sincerely feel down to earth.
When everything is ready, when customers are in an endless stream, when the store is full of busy breath, when I wipe the sweat off my face, I will usher in the beginning of a beautiful day.
When the trembling old man said, "thank you, son!" " ..... "I am proud that I belong to this collective. When I sent the last customer away and washed off the last stain on the floor, I made my suggestion to the manager. I am a member of the supermarket, and I contribute to the supermarket.
When the stars and the moon hung on the branches, the starlight washed away my fatigue and set foot on the road home, my full day quietly ended. I used to walk on the road with my dreams.
I have also tied my ideal to a flying kite and the elutriation of years.