Blue songs (songs of local taxpayers)

Dear leaders, judges, distinguished guests:

Hello everyone! The topic of my speech is: blue songs.

In the journey of life, perhaps you sang the green songs of the singers, sang the red songs of the revolutionary martyrs, sang the white songs of the chanting of the medical workers... and today, I want to sing a song of the blues of the tax collectors. Songs.

If you ask her: Is it hard to collect taxes? She will tell you: "Tax collection is a hardship, but as long as you really have a love for this job, you can taste the sweetness of giving away from this tedious work."

To say this, we are an ordinary Communist Party member of the ** County Local Taxation Bureau, a lesbian who has worked as a tax administrator for a lifetime. She is called ***.

Indeed, because of love, this blue tax service, she wore it for 28 years; because of love, her feet grinded a thick old man on the road of taxation; because of love, in the hearts of taxpayers, she won "Chai mother-in-law" reputation; also because of love, in the eyes of taxpayers, she is a piece of "hard piece of firewood." This "hard piece of firewood" is hard on her own principle of using money and affection. Her principle is: don't reach out in front of Lee, don't be jealous in front of things, don't be unreasonable in the face of love, don't lose justice in front of reason, don't bow in front of evil.

Blue is the color of the sky, blue is the color of the sea, but it is deeper than the sky, and it is deeper than the sea. It is the love of the taxpayer who has no regrets about his career.

In 2002, the *** at the age of 50 retreated. Although she is reluctant to take up this position, she is also deeply aware that for many years, she has no regrets about her career, but she has fallen from her loved ones. Especially husbands with various diseases such as high blood pressure and stomach ulcers. Three years ago, my husband was laid off. Someone suggested that her husband use her relationship to open a shop, but she refused. The unsettled husband was angry, and the acquaintance found him in the Wuhan thermos flask to find the chores of pulling coal cinder. In the past three years, the couple have gathered more and less. Therefore, she has been rushing for most of her life in the rain and snow, and she wants to take care of her sick husband for the rest of her life, so that he can enjoy the warmth of family. But just as she made up her mind to go to Wuhan, the newly appointed bureau chief came to the door. The young * Secretary knew that *** was a banner of the branch. When he first came, he wanted to let him help him to put this banner for another year. Looking at the small director's earnest gaze, *** just swallowed the words to his lips and nodded and promised him. In the evening, she called her husband and had breakfast the next day. She took up the rubbed bag and walked into the familiar unit.

Colleagues in the branch will not forget the sad days of the twelfth lunar month last year. It stands to reason that in the past year, *** has indeed smashed this banner. She did not have to pay a penny for the sub-contract, and successfully completed the taxation task that was issued at the beginning of the year. She was pleased. On the 17th of the twelfth lunar month, she came to the branch office. She wanted to borrow the unit's car to take her husband who had worked hard in Wuhan for one year. At that time, the branch office was convening all the cadres and workers' meetings, and arranged the last day of the first round of taxation inspections on the second day. After she learned, she walked silently to the conference room. When her figure appeared at the door, a thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the conference room. Nothing to say, everyone knows that *** is the task.

But no one knows, just on the night of the 17th of the twelfth lunar month, her husband, a relative who has been silently supporting his work, had a sudden hemorrhage due to a drink of alcohol. He had left for a long time before he could see his wife. she was.

The daughter who worked in the bureau found a few streets to find her. At that time, she and several colleagues were busy in a clothing store. When the crying daughter told her about this bad news, she was black in front of her eyes and fell to the ground. After waking up, she murmured: Pharaoh, you have been waiting for so many years, how can you wait for this day! The people present were all in tears.

Friends, this is no coincidence, this is not a fiction. Here, I don't want to assume that if the month of the twelfth lunar month is to pick up her husband, will her life still experience this sudden change; I also don't want to assert that with the day's efforts, How quickly the inspection work of the branch will progress. I just want to say that with the loyalty and love for a cause, every day's contribution can be a lifetime of hard work!

If you take the time that our local tax bureau has passed, listen carefully to the footsteps of the passing years, friends, what do you hear? You will hear a rush of hard work and pioneering drums; you will hear a song of praise, self-discipline and selfless dedication. Let us join hands and sing a blue song: "China's local tax, stride forward... for the country to gather wealth, dedication... We are the people's service staff, we are the tax official of the Republic" .

thank you all!