Craftsman spirit of philosophical prose poems

What is "artisan spirit"? "Craftsman" is a craftsman with craft expertise, and "spirit" refers to people's consciousness and thinking. "Craftsman spirit" refers to the spiritual concept that craftsmen meticulously carve and improve their products. After careful understanding, the epistemological characteristics of "artisan spirit" are very distinct. Artisans want to work and live, that is, to reflect their own values by transforming the objective world; Craftsmen work under the guidance of a certain spirit and gain new knowledge by transforming the objective world. Therefore, from understanding to practice, from practice to understanding, it goes on and on, never ending, not only constantly improving in manufacturing, but also constantly sublimating in understanding, reaching the highest state of selflessness and nature. Why do you need "artisan spirit"? According to statistics, there are 3 146 enterprises in Japan, 837 in Germany, 222 in the Netherlands and 196 in France. Why do these longevity enterprises gather in these countries? What is the secret of their longevity? The answer is-craftsman spirit. The spirit of artisans is naturally inseparable from the subject of "artisans". The principle of economics tells us that no matter what level of technology development, people are the core factor of production. Even Boeing and Airbus with advanced manufacturing technology need to rely on some highly skilled people to do these manual jobs. A craftsman is a finely crafted person with a delicate heart and two hard-working hands. German products are famous for their high quality, reasonable price and durability. A country with a population of 80 million has more than 2,300 world-famous brands. What's the secret? It depends on the pursuit of perfect product quality and meticulous, dedicated, professional and dedicated exploration. Now, with the extension of the Belt and Road, products produced in China are constantly pouring into the world. If we can't abandon the impetuousness of quick success and instant benefit ideologically, the quality of our products can't be improved to 99.99%, and others won't buy our products twice if they buy them once. The last loss is the source of tourists, which is my own job. Therefore, the lack of "artisan spirit" harms national interests, wastes social resources and deteriorates the quality of life. 360 lines, each line is the champion, and everyone has superior wisdom and ability different from others. It is a kind of value success and an outstanding talent to cultivate elites and plan the grand plan of saving the country and saving the world. Ordinary farmers, workers and service personnel, who are unknown and calm, make the society perfect, orderly, healthy and tidy through labor, which is also an indispensable valuable value and excellent ability. Ordinary beauty, strength beauty and labor beauty are eternal positive energy of the times. The times call for craftsman spirit, because it is a kind of practice. Therefore, we should regard work as practice, life as practice and life as practice. You and I are both practicing. We are all practicing. Understand the craftsman spirit, start practicing, and start our meticulous work ... China's dream of soaring lies in the craftsman spirit we practice. It's just that the reality is already disconsolate. Last night, the believers died, and everyone begged for forgiveness, but I just wanted your love ... I love daydreaming, irrelevant, and I love melancholy. When the wind wrinkles the curtains in spring, when the thin rain invades my thin clothes, my reverie and melancholy always float from the horizon. After winter, it is spring. I stared at the night sky. Like a light cloud forgotten in the mountains, it is like a deep valley and a fragrant orchid. It is another lonely season. Standing on the branch of time, I hope the next season. Standing at the crossroads, I am getting tired. Is it a golden cicada shedding its shell or a hangover of fate! The cloud is asleep, and the sun only cares about chasing the breeze, so that it can't blow its hair. The cicadas in the distance, the bamboo dragonflies of children, and the purple figure are lingering and dreamlike. I am looking forward to the arrival of light rain in March, romantic feelings in elegant rain. Not crossing the knee of the stream reflects the freedom of your eyes. The words in the dream are flickering, and the broken dream is washed away by soft light. Tears are not real. Accumulate in the rain. Let go/promise no more. I warm your heart at MINUS one degree with my hands at zero degree. I am eager to leave. In the next century, grey absinthe will bury sweetness. After all, it doesn't belong to you. You and I are close at hand. Sorrow is better than heartache. I warm your heart at MINUS one degree with my hands at zero degree. Often wake up in the middle of the night, lonely fantasy, forget whether it exists, choose to leave. I also denied love. From that moment on, I found a part of myself dead and didn't want the future. The sea never understands people who make waves. I went there and never came back. I went there and never came back. But I am like a footprint on the beach, and I am obviously waiting for time to bury it! After all, I still don't understand what can replace it. Confusion makes me afraid to reach out and wait. Gray sky, blue heart. Missing, like sulfuric acid eroding my soul! The sun is a ruthless fire, and fire is a ruthless sun! Have you ever seen Shili peach blossom in full bloom? Do you know how beautiful those petals are and how sad they are? Petals fall, one is two, and none belongs to you and me. Other people's bright colors sometimes sting themselves. The peach blossoms are blooming more and more brightly, drowning the sight. The ambiguous pink makes people dizzy. The original Shili Taolin, when it was opened, was just a moment of scenery. When the maple forest is dyed in autumn, the maple leaves all over the sky slowly fall like missing, which is the real restoration. There is a kind of beauty called regret? ! Vulgar, this is self-deception, but it is the best comfort. I stood at the end of the years and said to myself again and again, I want to fly freely like a peach blossom! Life is like this. We are too young to catch up with its blooming trace. Those traces float into memories and helplessness in the ashes! Those blooming days, I really want to leave. Desperate to leave. Unprecedented desolation, but beautiful, heartbreaking beauty! Maybe this is right. For my future, I will miss my whole life, and I will never stop. Youth, the silent panic of military forces, curled up in a corner of time, counting the clouds and smoke in the past, listening to the endless undercurrent of time for thousands of years, singing the ignorance and prosperity that abandoned eternity and wrote the end of the world. What kind of romantic flow is the end of the world? It's all gone But the reality is disconsolate. Author: Joseph Fan Zhongliang