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In the spring, I wrote ***The Tax Man of China (a collection of poems)
——Dedicated To the workers struggling on the tax front of China and the People’s Republic of China ◇ Zhao Fuzhi (Beijing)
1. In the spring, write about the tax people of China and the People’s Republic of China
It is already the sixty-first year, and I have become accustomed
to getting up in the spring just like the tax collectors in Japan and China
and finding the opportunity for labor in the economic field. Posture
Find the pen that describes the tax culture, although
The south wind is still on the way, although the color of winter has not faded
But the yearning and temperature in the heart , has begun
With the strong pace of the tax collectors
Today, I will start from the beginning of spring
Starting from the first tax collectors in the Xia Dynasty, let Diligence and simplicity
define each spring, making pairs of flying hands
Border with the solar terms and the warm earth atmosphere, making the sun grow inch by inch
< p>Not only the persistent gaze and the blood of the motherland, but alsoOn top of the development process of commerce and industry - profound thoughts
In this season, facing the direction of the capital
When I wrote the word "taxation", I knew
There must be a peach blossom, already spreading the red flag
The fragrance of the place is blooming
< p>2. Taxpayer's notebookIn the process of going to and from work, a pen
walks between the sweat and the notebook. The Taxman's Notebook
is not a fashionable laptop, nor is it
an elegant notebook. The sweat-soaked paper
is like a taxman's palm, spread out
and roll with passion
Open the taxman's notebook, above the words
There are fragments of work and the progress of planning
There are joys like peach blossoms standing in front of the window, and there are also
Ideals that tax collectors are shy to express
Pointing to the Sun
The notebook is a home for tax collectors
between work and life
, as described in the description of each page
< p>There are uninterrupted fingerprints of hard work——The original color of life is like the seal of a taxman’s identity
It is clearly visible and firmly in place
Cover my heart
3. A drop of sweat is a touch
In front of the taxman, what is sweat?
It seems that there is no need to verify, because it is muddy
I heard the sound of saws being pulled in the lumberyards of the Zhou Dynasty
Heared the roar of construction machines in the new era, heard
the rapid heartbeat, and the attempts to Blooming passion
If taxation is the main form of national fiscal revenue
Then sweat must be spring rain
One drop of bud, two drops of moisture
In the hope of promoting economic development and improving the well-being of the people
Gathering into sweet smoke, floating over the motherland
The sweat of tax collectors is not real water
p>The sweat that seeps into the fertile soil comes from the forehead
Comes from blood or bones, it is hardship
It is also dedication, and it is the fragrance of labor
However, one drop of it
is enough to move us
and hurt us
4. ***The tax collectors of the Republic of China
< p>When it comes to tax collectors, I always think of *** and the countryAnd put *** and the country in front, and then
Use the blood red in the text to feel The bright blood in this vocabulary
A capital "person" appears in my writing
From the red of blood to the golden color of the treasury, the tax collector of Japan and the country
How should I describe you so that I can match your hard work
How should I describe you so that I can match your simplicity
***和国 Taxman, can I
just keep looking at you, looking at your red essence
Looking at your burning content, and then
beating inexplicably I am moved by your heart
Write hot lines of poetry and write down
your simple thoughts
In fact, *** and the country Taxpayer
It is not a title, but a recognition
In the sight of your work, there is no west wind
Rivers, ancient roads, no thin Horses
There are no bridges or flowing water, only repeated taxes
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 heavy-handed pen, now
No need to explain too much, today
Standing in front of the motherland On the hot soil, the redness of blood
and the golden color of the treasury are the taxman's incense
burning toward the sky.
And transcend the meaning of the color itself
Enter the land and work with the Chinese people
With the coming thunder and lightning, show the ordinary and the majestic
And face Tiananmen In the direction of the direction, there must be peach blossoms
Together with the tax collectors of the Republic of China, we are reading the poem that continues in spring
Throwing through time and space