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The International Optical and Eyewear Exhibition (SILMO) in Paris, France, was founded in 1967 and is one of the most important eyewear exhibitions in Europe. With a history of more than 40 years, it is a grand exhibition that many experts in the optical industry must visit every year.
The four-day SILMO Paris exhibition was held from September 29th to October 2nd. During this period, various artistic design concepts and classic and fashionable glasses were displayed. These new products lead the world's trend of glasses consumption. and direction.
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The International Optical and Eyewear Exhibition (SILMO) in Paris, France, was founded in 1967 and is one of the most important eyewear exhibitions in Europe. With a history of more than 40 years, it is a grand exhibition that many experts in the optical industry must visit every year.
The four-day SILMO Paris exhibition was held from September 29th to October 2nd. During this period, various artistic design concepts and classic and fashionable glasses were displayed. These new products lead the world's trend of glasses consumption. and direction.
Third place for excellent articles Wu Rong-"I have a date with Phoenix"
Mydatewithphoenix Thephoenixseemstobealegendaboutthephoenixandthephoenix!Butthestoriesofthiskindseemtobetoomanyandtoovulgar,soIwon'tpursueitsownreasons. Ofcourse,peopleinHunancan'tmissthe"HappyCamp".Asforhowitisdonenow,that'ssomethingtosay.TherewereseveralepisodesofthePhoenixalbumthathadbeenbroadcastedforawhile.Afterwatchingit,Ihadonlyonethought-Ihavetogoonceanyway!It'seasytogoonce.Afteraweekofhardwork,Ihavetravelexpenses.It'sjustafewhoursoftrainandcar,andI'msotired.WhenIgotoutofthecar,Iwasentangledbyadifficultaunt.Saiditisdifficultandtrue,andhasbeenfollowingmeformanymiles.EventhoughIwassoafraidofliars,Iwasreallymovedbymyaunt.Justthinkaboutitanddoherbusiness!Herhouseisprettygoodtoo,withatwo-storycornerbuildingwithblackwoodenwalls.Yes,that'sit.Afterpayingthemoney,Ichosearoomwithskylightstolivein.Thedeeppavilionisinterestingandcomfortable!Butitdidn'tlastlongbeforeIfellasleep!Inthemiddleofthenight,theexactpointwastwointhemorning.Iwokeuphungry,gotupandpushedopenthewoodenwindownexttothebed,alotofbrightlightcameintomyeyes.Isitthereflectionoftheriver?No,thecandlesareallovertheriver.Slowly,alittlesober:ThesmallbuildingIliveinisontheedgeoftheTuojiangRiver,andthelittlestarsfulloftheriverarethewishinglights,andtheshadowofthelightsreflectedbytheriver.Theyaresoakedinthebrightmoonlight,accompaniedbythatwholerowofwoodenhouses,likeawatertowninadream?Jiangnan?No,itisthePhoenixinmyimagination.Yes,itshouldbelikethis.Whenyouseesuchascene,youhaveromanceandthecouragetowanttohavelove.Whetheritistheivorywhitemoonlight,theriverlanternwithdreams,ortheredlanternsoneafteranother,Iamtrulymoved-tearsflow,constant... Ijustsawtheredlanterngooutandknewitwasdawn.Blinkedvigorously,openedthedoor,andtookadeepbreath-soclearandcold,likeagreenarrow.IheardfolksongscomingfromtheupperreachesoftheTuojiangRiver,andIfeltthatitwasthemostbeautifulalarm.IthinkifIfellasleeplastnightandhearditearlyinthemorning,Iwouldgetupwithouthesitation.MaybeIwasright.Justaftersingingthefolksongforawhile,Iheardthesoundoftheroommatesnexttomereleasingwater. Inexplicable?Pacingalongthefolksong,isitthecitywall?Oramoat?AwallsimilartotheGreatWallbuilding!IfeelthatIhavecometotheancientcity.Walkingalongit,thesingingisstillloud,justmixedwiththefreshbreathoftheancientcity.Bowyourhead,theroadconnectedbythebluestoneslabs!Forpsychologicalreasons,Ifeelthatmystepshavebecomeflat,asifIcanonlytakestepswhenIgoonadatewithmybeloved!MyGod!Whatamagicalroad.Ireallyfeltthatkindofsentiment,andtheloveandtouchinmyheartwasinspiredbythisroad.I'veneverhadagoodmood,butIwascaughtsoeasily. Oppositethemoatisarowofwoodenhouses.Theyallhaveanantiquedoor,andtworedlanternsarealsohungonthedoor.Theyareeyes,justlikepeoplehavetwoeyes!Occasionallytherearefour,Ithinktheyareeyeswithglasses!ButwhoNomatterwhetheritistwoorfour,theyareaskindandcuteaseyes!Justlikeeveryonehaseyes,theyalsohaveasmilingface.Thiswholerowofwoodenhousesarenexttoeachotherwithsmallshops,whicharebeautifulandbrilliantsmilingfaces.Thissmilingfaceissocute,thereareHelloKittyfromallovertheworldinthesmile:handbags,clothes,hats,scarves,itisaparadiseforcutegirls!Don'tmissit,soIcoaxedHelloKitty'seraser.Solucky!Whatabeautifulface,withthesmelloflavenderinhissmile.Theall-purplearrangement,astringofalternativenecklaceshungtheentirepurplehouse.Strange,whyisitjustanecklace?Isitbecauseoftheowner'sdevotion?Iappreciatethepersonality.Anyway,buyoneforthisspecialization.Bluependant?Theheartoftheocean!Adreamer.Inordertolookforwardtothebeauty,Imercilesslyboughttheheartoftheoceanwithbluedreams,tocommemoratetheloveofTietaithattouchedme!Iamsohappy,happytobesohappytobuythings. IthinkonlyPhoenixcangivemethemood!Okay,lethappinesscontinue.Handworkshop?PortraitT-shirts!EachT-shirtispaintedwithunrecognizedbutkindheads.Ifeelthebeautyofsimplicity,likesunshinewarmingmyheart.Yes,thissmilingfaceisverysunny.Jingle,thesoundofsilverjewelry?Wow!It's"Miaojiadecorations"!AroomisfullofallkindsofMiaocostumes."SilverDangxiang"headwear,linendresswithphoenixonthefront,pleatedlongskirt,embroideredshoes,andsilvercollarwornaroundtheneckaresocharming!Ireallywanttotrythemall,butitseemsnotenoughLet'sbuythefullsetwiththemoney!Theownerisembarrassedtotroubleme,soItriedthemostbeautifulsetandboughtawovenapron.Sorry,sorryforyourcharmingsmile. IwaslookingupthinkingthatifIhadthenexttime,IwoulddefinitelybuyasetofMiaoclothesandenjoyit.Itappeared,isitWindandRainBridge?Yes,crossthebridgeifthereisabridge!Gooverthestonesteps,climbupthebridge,andcrossit.Hey?Thisisabridge,itshouldbecalledajewelrystorethatstraddlestheTuojiangRiver!Ashortbridgeisdividedintoseveralsmallshops,youlooklikeyou,andit’ssolively!Thisismyfavorite----excitedGoin,lookattheitemcuriously,bargainsincerely,andwalkoutproudly.Ashortbridgeallowedmetowalkforthreehours.Asaresult,mypursebecameflatandmybagbulged.WhenIgotoffthebridge,Isuddenlyremembered----Idon'tknowthename,Iseriouslysawtheword"redbridge"andrememberedit! Thesunwasyellow,itwasdusk!Ibegantowalkback,deliberatelywalkingthroughafewalleys,avoidingthewayIcame.Iamnotafraidofgettinglost,becauseIknowth
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Mydatewithphoenix Thephoenixseemstobealegendaboutthephoenixandthephoenix!Butthestoriesofthiskindseemtobetoomanyandtoovulgar,soIwon'tpursueitsownreasons. Ofcourse,peopleinHunancan'tmissthe"HappyCamp".Asforhowitisdonenow,that'ssomethingtosay.TherewereseveralepisodesofthePhoenixalbumthathadbeenbroadcastedforawhile.Afterwatchingit,Ihadonlyonethought-Ihavetogoonceanyway!It'seasytogoonce.Afteraweekofhardwork,Ihavetravelexpenses.It'sjustafewhoursoftrainandcar,andI'msotired.WhenIgotoutofthecar,Iwasentangledbyadifficultaunt.Saiditisdifficultandtrue,andhasbeenfollowingmeformanymiles.EventhoughIwassoafraidofliars,Iwasreallymovedbymyaunt.Justthinkaboutitanddoherbusiness!Herhouseisprettygoodtoo,withatwo-storycornerbuildingwithblackwoodenwalls.Yes,that'sit.Afterpayingthemoney,Ichosearoomwithskylightstolivein.Thedeeppavilionisinterestingandcomfortable!Butitdidn'tlastlongbeforeIfellasleep!Inthemiddleofthenight,theexactpointwastwointhemorning.Iwokeuphungry,gotupandpushedopenthewoodenwindownexttothebed,alotofbrightlightcameintomyeyes.Isitthereflectionoftheriver?No,thecandlesareallovertheriver.Slowly,alittlesober:ThesmallbuildingIliveinisontheedgeoftheTuojiangRiver,andthelittlestarsfulloftheriverarethewishinglights,andtheshadowofthelightsreflectedbytheriver.Theyaresoakedinthebrightmoonlight,accompaniedbythatwholerowofwoodenhouses,likeawatertowninadream?Jiangnan?No,itisthePhoenixinmyimagination.Yes,itshouldbelikethis.Whenyouseesuchascene,youhaveromanceandthecouragetowanttohavelove.Whetheritistheivorywhitemoonlight,theriverlanternwithdreams,ortheredlanternsoneafteranother,Iamtrulymoved-tearsflow,constant... Ijustsawtheredlanterngooutandknewitwasdawn.Blinkedvigorously,openedthedoor,andtookadeepbreath-soclearandcold,likeagreenarrow.IheardfolksongscomingfromtheupperreachesoftheTuojiangRiver,andIfeltthatitwasthemostbeautifulalarm.IthinkifIfellasleeplastnightandhearditearlyinthemorning,Iwouldgetupwithouthesitation.MaybeIwasright.Justaftersingingthefolksongforawhile,Iheardthesoundoftheroommatesnexttomereleasingwater. Inexplicable?Pacingalongthefolksong,isitthecitywall?Oramoat?AwallsimilartotheGreatWallbuilding!IfeelthatIhavecometotheancientcity.Walkingalongit,thesingingisstillloud,justmixedwiththefreshbreathoftheancientcity.Bowyourhead,theroadconnectedbythebluestoneslabs!Forpsychologicalreasons,Ifeelthatmystepshavebecomeflat,asifIcanonlytakestepswhenIgoonadatewithmybeloved!MyGod!Whatamagicalroad.Ireallyfeltthatkindofsentiment,andtheloveandtouchinmyheartwasinspiredbythisroad.I'veneverhadagoodmood,butIwascaughtsoeasily. Oppositethemoatisarowofwoodenhouses.Theyallhaveanantiquedoor,andtworedlanternsarealsohungonthedoor.Theyareeyes,justlikepeoplehavetwoeyes!Occasionallytherearefour,Ithinktheyareeyeswithglasses!ButwhoNomatterwhetheritistwoorfour,theyareaskindandcuteaseyes!Justlikeeveryonehaseyes,theyalsohaveasmilingface.Thiswholerowofwoodenhousesarenexttoeachotherwithsmallshops,whicharebeautifulandbrilliantsmilingfaces.Thissmilingfaceissocute,thereareHelloKittyfromallovertheworldinthesmile:handbags,clothes,hats,scarves,itisaparadiseforcutegirls!Don'tmissit,soIcoaxedHelloKitty'seraser.Solucky!Whatabeautifulface,withthesmelloflavenderinhissmile.Theall-purplearrangement,astringofalternativenecklaceshungtheentirepurplehouse.Strange,whyisitjustanecklace?Isitbecauseoftheowner'sdevotion?Iappreciatethepersonality.Anyway,buyoneforthisspecialization.Bluependant?Theheartoftheocean!Adreamer.Inordertolookforwardtothebeauty,Imercilesslyboughttheheartoftheoceanwithbluedreams,tocommemoratetheloveofTietaithattouchedme!Iamsohappy,happytobesohappytobuythings. IthinkonlyPhoenixcangivemethemood!Okay,lethappinesscontinue.Handworkshop?PortraitT-shirts!EachT-shirtispaintedwithunrecognizedbutkindheads.Ifeelthebeautyofsimplicity,likesunshinewarmingmyheart.Yes,thissmilingfaceisverysunny.Jingle,thesoundofsilverjewelry?Wow!It's"Miaojiadecorations"!AroomisfullofallkindsofMiaocostumes."SilverDangxiang"headwear,linendresswithphoenixonthefront,pleatedlongskirt,embroideredshoes,andsilvercollarwornaroundtheneckaresocharming!Ireallywanttotrythemall,butitseemsnotenoughLet'sbuythefullsetwiththemoney!Theownerisembarrassedtotroubleme,soItriedthemostbeautifulsetandboughtawovenapron.Sorry,sorryforyourcharmingsmile. IwaslookingupthinkingthatifIhadthenexttime,IwoulddefinitelybuyasetofMiaoclothesandenjoyit.Itappeared,isitWindandRainBridge?Yes,crossthebridgeifthereisabridge!Gooverthestonesteps,climbupthebridge,andcrossit.Hey?Thisisabridge,itshouldbecalledajewelrystorethatstraddlestheTuojiangRiver!Ashortbridgeisdividedintoseveralsmallshops,youlooklikeyou,andit’ssolively!Thisismyfavorite----excitedGoin,lookattheitemcuriously,bargainsincerely,andwalkoutproudly.Ashortbridgeallowedmetowalkforthreehours.Asaresult,mypursebecameflatandmybagbulged.WhenIgotoffthebridge,Isuddenlyremembered----Idon'tknowthename,Iseriouslysawtheword"redbridge"andrememberedit! Thesunwasyellow,itwasdusk!Ibegantowalkback,deliberatelywalkingthroughafewalleys,avoidingthewayIcame.Iamnotafraidofgettinglost,becauseIknowth
Outstanding article second place Cao Wanbao-"Night"
night Atnight,quietlyshroudedthisbeautifulsmallcity,Ileanedagainstthewindow.Afewstarsweresilentinthesky,andthewindseemedtohidequietly.Eventheweepingwillowsthatswayedwiththewindoutsidethewindowstoodquietly.Iseemtohearthesoundofflowingwaterandfallingyellowleaves,asiffromthesoundofnature,fromavalley,coveringthebrillianceofawindow.Ontheoppositeside,thehighandlowlightsgraduallydieddown,andthetarnishedwindowsandthedarknightweremixedtogether,andtheylookedextremelyold.Thebeautifullycarvedwindowlatticesareinthenight,andtheycan’ttellwhichisbeauty,whichissky,whichiswindow,whichisnight,andwhichistheirdifference. Atnight,itiscalmasawoodenfish.Thenightinmymemoryisnotlikethis.Scenesofchildhoodemergedbeforemyeyes,unwillingtobelonelystarsshiningalloverthesky,likedazzlingpiecesofdiamondsinlaidonastretchofblacksilkandsatin,appearingextremelyquietanddazzling.Ilookedatthestarsintheskyinatrance. Thenightisalmostcooked,andtheairisfullofwarmth.Grandpa,whohasworkedinthefieldallday,sitsonthegrassbytheriverinfrontofthecourtyardandsmokesdrytobacco.Ialwayslovetobearoundhim.Thegrassissosoftandsofttothetouch;thewindissocool,brushinghischeekstotakeawaygrandpa'sexhaustion.Grandpa’sdrysmokewasshiningwithredflames.Grandpatoldmemanystoriesabouthisjoiningthearmy.“““Iwasanxiousatthattime.Icouldn’thelpbutaskwhathappenedlater,whathappenedlater?HowIwanttogobacktothatnight,sitonsuchagrassandlistentomygrandpatellingstories,andlethimtellmewhathappenedlater.Butallthathasdisappearedinmemory,andthedeepnightbeforemyeyesremindedme.Histhoughtssuddenlybecameclearandclear.Atnight,thefourseasonsthatyouusedtobefulfilledturnedouttobeempty.Thoserainsthathavebeenrainingforalong,longtime,andthebigtreesandmountainsthatonceblockedthelineofsightarejustamomentaryobstacleinthejourney.Thosetearsthatfallquietlyarenothingbutthetearsofdrama. Thenightgotdeeper,andIwatchedthisquietnightsilently,watchingtheconnectionbetweenheavenandearth.Indeed,Ihaveseenshiningstarsonthatnight,andfeltitslightanditsbrightness.(CaoWanbao)
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night Atnight,quietlyshroudedthisbeautifulsmallcity,Ileanedagainstthewindow.Afewstarsweresilentinthesky,andthewindseemedtohidequietly.Eventheweepingwillowsthatswayedwiththewindoutsidethewindowstoodquietly.Iseemtohearthesoundofflowingwaterandfallingyellowleaves,asiffromthesoundofnature,fromavalley,coveringthebrillianceofawindow.Ontheoppositeside,thehighandlowlightsgraduallydieddown,andthetarnishedwindowsandthedarknightweremixedtogether,andtheylookedextremelyold.Thebeautifullycarvedwindowlatticesareinthenight,andtheycan’ttellwhichisbeauty,whichissky,whichiswindow,whichisnight,andwhichistheirdifference. Atnight,itiscalmasawoodenfish.Thenightinmymemoryisnotlikethis.Scenesofchildhoodemergedbeforemyeyes,unwillingtobelonelystarsshiningalloverthesky,likedazzlingpiecesofdiamondsinlaidonastretchofblacksilkandsatin,appearingextremelyquietanddazzling.Ilookedatthestarsintheskyinatrance. Thenightisalmostcooked,andtheairisfullofwarmth.Grandpa,whohasworkedinthefieldallday,sitsonthegrassbytheriverinfrontofthecourtyardandsmokesdrytobacco.Ialwayslovetobearoundhim.Thegrassissosoftandsofttothetouch;thewindissocool,brushinghischeekstotakeawaygrandpa'sexhaustion.Grandpa’sdrysmokewasshiningwithredflames.Grandpatoldmemanystoriesabouthisjoiningthearmy.“““Iwasanxiousatthattime.Icouldn’thelpbutaskwhathappenedlater,whathappenedlater?HowIwanttogobacktothatnight,sitonsuchagrassandlistentomygrandpatellingstories,andlethimtellmewhathappenedlater.Butallthathasdisappearedinmemory,andthedeepnightbeforemyeyesremindedme.Histhoughtssuddenlybecameclearandclear.Atnight,thefourseasonsthatyouusedtobefulfilledturnedouttobeempty.Thoserainsthathavebeenrainingforalong,longtime,andthebigtreesandmountainsthatonceblockedthelineofsightarejustamomentaryobstacleinthejourney.Thosetearsthatfallquietlyarenothingbutthetearsofdrama. Thenightgotdeeper,andIwatchedthisquietnightsilently,watchingtheconnectionbetweenheavenandearth.Indeed,Ihaveseenshiningstarsonthatnight,andfeltitslightanditsbrightness.(CaoWanbao)
Outstanding Article No. 1 Wang Chao-"Learning to Do Things-Impressions of Deng Yinpingzui"
Learntodothings-DengYinpingzuiperception SometimearoundtheSpringFestival,thereisanupsetthatoftenmakesmeunwillingtoeatandsleep. Duringthatperiod,theMCPinmydepartmentfrequentlybrokedown,asmanyasthreeorfourtimesaday,andatleastonceortwiceaday.EverytimeIbreakthephone,mytroublescome.Ourdepartmentisonthefourthfloor,whilethemaintenancedepartmentisonthefirstfloor.Ofcourse,callingisthemostconvenientway.Atfirst,thephonecouldstillbeconnectedforawhile,butslowly,nooneansweredthephoneanymore,occasionallysomeoneansweredonceortwice,butittoldmetosendthemaintenanceordertothemaintenancedepartmentonthefirstfloor,otherwiseitwouldnotSomeonewillrepairit.Afterthat,nooneansweredthecallagain,andIoftengrittedmyteethwithanger. Ireallycan'tfigureitout,whydoyouhavetocometorepairthemachineafterIsendtherepairorder?Didn'tIgiveyoutherepairorderwhenyoucameup?CanIstillfallshort?WhydoIhavetotakeatrip?Don'tyoumakethingsdifficultformeonpurpose?ThemoreIthinkaboutit,themoreangryitis,whichoneisunbearable!SoIkeptcomplainingtomybossandmanager.Oneortwodaysaftereachcomplaint,thesituationwillbebetter,butitwillremainthesameafterthat.Depressed,depressed! OftenwhenIcomeinthemorning,Ithink:"Don'tbreakthemachinetoday,oryouwillbeinabadmoodtoday."ThenIthink:"Ifit'sbad,it'sbad.I'llcomplaintothemagain."Ireallybrokethephone,knowingthatthecallisunreachable,butIstillstubbornlydialeditoverandoveragain,andthendumblythought:"ShouldIsendthismaintenanceorder?ShouldI?"EverydayAftergoingthroughthiskindofsuffering,ithasbecomeapieceofmyheartdiseaseforalongtime,andIdon'tknowhowtogetridofit. OnMarch30th,thecompanyorganizedustocarryoutafieldtrainingandconcussionmeetinginYinpingzui,whichisknownasthefirstpeakinDongguan.Fortunately,springishere,itistimetogooutandbreathethefreshairofnature.Xunzisaid:"Ifyoudon'tclimbamountain,youdon'tknowtheheightofthesky.Ifyoudon'tfacethedeepstream,youdon'tknowthethicknessoftheearth."Maybethedeepnessoftheskyandthethicknessoftheearthcangivemesomeinsightsandletmeexpressmysullenness. I'vebeenthinkingalongtheway,isthemountainatYinpingzuireallylikeabottleofYinping?Whenthebustookthebustothefirstparkinglotatthefootofthemountain,IcouldalreadyseethetipofthemountainatYinpingzui.Itdidnotlooklikeabottleofsilverbottle,butlikeabambooshoot,obliquelyoblique.Theappearanceofbreakingground.ThesceneryofYinpingzuiisbeautiful,withstonestepswindingupalongthemountainandlushforestonbothsides.Beinginthequietmountainsandforests,farawayfromthehustleandbustleofthetown,theimpetuousmoodgraduallycalmeddown,andsuddenlyfeltrefreshed. Gamesaremixedwithgames.Wearedividedintosixgroups.Exceptforthewomen'steamwhichiscomposedofweakwomen,theotherfiveteamsareallyoungandold.Climbingalltheway,finallyreachedthetopofthemountain,panting.ButIsawapileofbouldersprotrudinginfrontofme.Ataglance,itfeltlikeacastle.Fromaslightlydifferentangle,itfeltlikeabeacontowerontheGreatWall.Goingcloser,itfeltlikeagreatapesittingnorth.Icouldn'thelpmutteringinmyheart:"Howdoesitlooklikeasilverbottle!" Althoughthereareruggedrocksonthetopofthemountain,beautifulazaleasaregrowing,andtheyareinfullswing.Fromadistance,itlookslikealittlebitofstars,butfromadistance,therearemanyclustersintheeast.Ican'thelpbutbecomemorecheerful,lookingfaraway,thesceneryvariesfrommountaintomountain.Thesouthofthemountainisflatandtherearemanyfactories.Thenorthofthemountainissurroundedbygreenmountainsandforests.Whileadmiringthebeautifulscenerywhilereplenishingenergy,halfanhourpassedbywithoutknowingit. Theclimateinthemountainsisreallyfickle,andtheskythatwasstillclearjustnowisgraduallysurging.Themountainmistslowlyrisesfromunderthefeet,gatheringmoreandmore,makingpeoplefeelliketheyareinafairyland,andthedistantscenehasbecomehazy.Suddenlyatthismoment,Idiscoveredthatabunchofhugeboulderswithhideousfeatureswereobscuredbycloudsandmist,anditseemedtobeahugesilverbottlehiddenbetweenheavenandearth. Suddenlyrealizedthateverythingismulti-faceted.Justlikethepileofbouldersinfrontofme,becauseofthedifferentdistance,height,angleortimeofmyobservation,itshowedmedifferentimages.So,amIreallyrightaboutrepairingthemachine?OramItheonlyoneright?IsitreallyasIimagined?Ionlylookatthismatterfrommyownperspective,andneverthoughtoflookingatitfromanotherangle.PerhapsitislikethesilverbottlemouththatIhaveseen,"viewedasaridgewithpeaksontheside,withdifferentdistancesandheights"?Thinkaboutitbefore,whenthemachinebrokedown,whatamIdoing?Ididnotfocusmymainenergyonhowtosolvethemachineproblem,butwasbusylookingformybosstosupportmypointofview,andIwasbusylookingforamanagertocomplainaboutotherpeople'snon-cooperation.WhatamIdoing?Ihaveunintentionallyconvertedthecontradictionbetweenmanandmachinetothecontradictionbetweenmanandman.Iamnotsolvingproblems,butbreedingnewproblems. Themoistureonthetopofthemountainisgettingheavier,andgraduallythereisrainfalling.Ihurriedlyrushedtothe"concussion"venuesetuponthemountainsidetojointhearmy. Beforethe"concussion"meeting,thehostannouncedtheawardofthemountaineeringcompetition.What'ssurprisingisthatthewomen'steamturnedouttobethebiggestwinnerinthisseeminglydemandingcompe
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Learntodothings-DengYinpingzuiperception SometimearoundtheSpringFestival,thereisanupsetthatoftenmakesmeunwillingtoeatandsleep. Duringthatperiod,theMCPinmydepartmentfrequentlybrokedown,asmanyasthreeorfourtimesaday,andatleastonceortwiceaday.EverytimeIbreakthephone,mytroublescome.Ourdepartmentisonthefourthfloor,whilethemaintenancedepartmentisonthefirstfloor.Ofcourse,callingisthemostconvenientway.Atfirst,thephonecouldstillbeconnectedforawhile,butslowly,nooneansweredthephoneanymore,occasionallysomeoneansweredonceortwice,butittoldmetosendthemaintenanceordertothemaintenancedepartmentonthefirstfloor,otherwiseitwouldnotSomeonewillrepairit.Afterthat,nooneansweredthecallagain,andIoftengrittedmyteethwithanger. Ireallycan'tfigureitout,whydoyouhavetocometorepairthemachineafterIsendtherepairorder?Didn'tIgiveyoutherepairorderwhenyoucameup?CanIstillfallshort?WhydoIhavetotakeatrip?Don'tyoumakethingsdifficultformeonpurpose?ThemoreIthinkaboutit,themoreangryitis,whichoneisunbearable!SoIkeptcomplainingtomybossandmanager.Oneortwodaysaftereachcomplaint,thesituationwillbebetter,butitwillremainthesameafterthat.Depressed,depressed! OftenwhenIcomeinthemorning,Ithink:"Don'tbreakthemachinetoday,oryouwillbeinabadmoodtoday."ThenIthink:"Ifit'sbad,it'sbad.I'llcomplaintothemagain."Ireallybrokethephone,knowingthatthecallisunreachable,butIstillstubbornlydialeditoverandoveragain,andthendumblythought:"ShouldIsendthismaintenanceorder?ShouldI?"EverydayAftergoingthroughthiskindofsuffering,ithasbecomeapieceofmyheartdiseaseforalongtime,andIdon'tknowhowtogetridofit. OnMarch30th,thecompanyorganizedustocarryoutafieldtrainingandconcussionmeetinginYinpingzui,whichisknownasthefirstpeakinDongguan.Fortunately,springishere,itistimetogooutandbreathethefreshairofnature.Xunzisaid:"Ifyoudon'tclimbamountain,youdon'tknowtheheightofthesky.Ifyoudon'tfacethedeepstream,youdon'tknowthethicknessoftheearth."Maybethedeepnessoftheskyandthethicknessoftheearthcangivemesomeinsightsandletmeexpressmysullenness. I'vebeenthinkingalongtheway,isthemountainatYinpingzuireallylikeabottleofYinping?Whenthebustookthebustothefirstparkinglotatthefootofthemountain,IcouldalreadyseethetipofthemountainatYinpingzui.Itdidnotlooklikeabottleofsilverbottle,butlikeabambooshoot,obliquelyoblique.Theappearanceofbreakingground.ThesceneryofYinpingzuiisbeautiful,withstonestepswindingupalongthemountainandlushforestonbothsides.Beinginthequietmountainsandforests,farawayfromthehustleandbustleofthetown,theimpetuousmoodgraduallycalmeddown,andsuddenlyfeltrefreshed. Gamesaremixedwithgames.Wearedividedintosixgroups.Exceptforthewomen'steamwhichiscomposedofweakwomen,theotherfiveteamsareallyoungandold.Climbingalltheway,finallyreachedthetopofthemountain,panting.ButIsawapileofbouldersprotrudinginfrontofme.Ataglance,itfeltlikeacastle.Fromaslightlydifferentangle,itfeltlikeabeacontowerontheGreatWall.Goingcloser,itfeltlikeagreatapesittingnorth.Icouldn'thelpmutteringinmyheart:"Howdoesitlooklikeasilverbottle!" Althoughthereareruggedrocksonthetopofthemountain,beautifulazaleasaregrowing,andtheyareinfullswing.Fromadistance,itlookslikealittlebitofstars,butfromadistance,therearemanyclustersintheeast.Ican'thelpbutbecomemorecheerful,lookingfaraway,thesceneryvariesfrommountaintomountain.Thesouthofthemountainisflatandtherearemanyfactories.Thenorthofthemountainissurroundedbygreenmountainsandforests.Whileadmiringthebeautifulscenerywhilereplenishingenergy,halfanhourpassedbywithoutknowingit. Theclimateinthemountainsisreallyfickle,andtheskythatwasstillclearjustnowisgraduallysurging.Themountainmistslowlyrisesfromunderthefeet,gatheringmoreandmore,makingpeoplefeelliketheyareinafairyland,andthedistantscenehasbecomehazy.Suddenlyatthismoment,Idiscoveredthatabunchofhugeboulderswithhideousfeatureswereobscuredbycloudsandmist,anditseemedtobeahugesilverbottlehiddenbetweenheavenandearth. Suddenlyrealizedthateverythingismulti-faceted.Justlikethepileofbouldersinfrontofme,becauseofthedifferentdistance,height,angleortimeofmyobservation,itshowedmedifferentimages.So,amIreallyrightaboutrepairingthemachine?OramItheonlyoneright?IsitreallyasIimagined?Ionlylookatthismatterfrommyownperspective,andneverthoughtoflookingatitfromanotherangle.PerhapsitislikethesilverbottlemouththatIhaveseen,"viewedasaridgewithpeaksontheside,withdifferentdistancesandheights"?Thinkaboutitbefore,whenthemachinebrokedown,whatamIdoing?Ididnotfocusmymainenergyonhowtosolvethemachineproblem,butwasbusylookingformybosstosupportmypointofview,andIwasbusylookingforamanagertocomplainaboutotherpeople'snon-cooperation.WhatamIdoing?Ihaveunintentionallyconvertedthecontradictionbetweenmanandmachinetothecontradictionbetweenmanandman.Iamnotsolvingproblems,butbreedingnewproblems. Themoistureonthetopofthemountainisgettingheavier,andgraduallythereisrainfalling.Ihurriedlyrushedtothe"concussion"venuesetuponthemountainsidetojointhearmy. Beforethe"concussion"meeting,thehostannouncedtheawardofthemountaineeringcompetition.What'ssurprisingisthatthewomen'steamturnedouttobethebiggestwinnerinthisseeminglydemandingcompe
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