We blend into the flow of time, and feel that time flies. Time is just like a handful of quicksand, slipping lightly between your fingers and me casually, just like a meteor shower on the horizon, flashing across the eyebrows, flowing and graceful, it turns into seeds full of particles, which are moistened by rain and dew, and flowers bloom on the ground. What kind of colorful flowers and colored glaze is that!

We are always lamenting: Where Has Time Gone? Time lingered in the warmth of spring flowers, time surged in the bright sun like fire, time sublimated in the coolness of drizzle and rain, and time danced in the clothes of thousands of trees. In the season of the mood for flower, I walked on the platform with fragrance and hope. Facing numerous students, I made an unchanging promise to teach every class well. When the dawn was slightly exposed, I had already walked out of my house and crossed the streets and lanes. I was the first one to open the door of the classroom, A Baidu video will be given to the lecture notes prepared by heart before class, which will give every student a kind of love and warmth in the dialogue between chalk and blackboard, let a wisp of morning glow and a scenery project deeply in the heart of every student. Twenty-one spring goes to autumn, twenty-one winter and summer change, more or less as deep as Magnolia spread all over the world, and more or less as comfort as mantingfang sings all over the world. qi qian liu bai liu shi wu days, how many sleepless night, how many and wake up when, 183,960 hours, how many sweat, how many footprints. Every stone step of the Tax Court has expanded every bit of growth between me and her, and every leaf of the Tax Court has witnessed my youth and beauty, the breath and breath of the tax court are full of fragrance like Deep Valley Orchid, enchanting the Earth and enchanting the sea. I smiled gently in the alley of time. The transformed blade arrow, after experiencing six decades of us, we bathed in the fire all the way. I reformed the equipment, inspired the spirit, resolutely transferred to the administrative post, and took on the responsibility of office secretary. Unnamed and undeserved, Lotus Pond ink dyed, often delayed by age. Four years of ice and fire, several degrees of wind and rain, I used a plain note to record the crucial moments in the tax court. One thousand seven hundred and sixty days, with the attitude of jade and the will like steel, pushed the annual rings of that time to the ferry of Sunset, looked up, no regrets and no complaints. No longer in the prime year, quietly two temples. The big family of the trainee office warms me for one thousand days and nights, caring for me for 24,024 hours. I worked as an administrative secretary of the department with rigorous attitude and strong sense of time, walk among relevant leaders and departments with a kind of enthusiasm and love, and treat every minute with a little calm and indifferent. Gradually evening, know light cold. Standing by the window, the moon is slow to worship the stars, and I also watch the wild goose. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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