"Small Station" (Tax System × Essay)

On the eve of the university graduation, when I saw the announcement of the national civil servant in the XX provincial tax system, the blue dream buried in my heart for a long time was clear: wearing a handsome tax uniform, wearing a majestic Tax officials' hats, in order to collect taxes for the prosperity of the Republic, and even fight for the taxation of the country to protect the country's tax, multi-dimensional and more extraordinary and extraordinary career!

After a rigorous and cruel selection, I became the ultimate lucky. Full of enthusiasm and yearning, with excitement and excitement, I stayed away from my hometown, away from my parents, and became a ##国税人.

However, the reality quickly dispelled my passion when I first came. I was assigned to a grassroots rural tax office. There, the work I am responsible for is just a trivial and trivial matter, opening a ticket, typing, and doing a job that I think middle school students can do. Day after day, the passing youth is reducing the goodness of my heart, and looking at the calm and serene colleagues who are doing their jobs, I sometimes can't even understand: Don't they feel bored? Still numb? Most of my colleagues lived in the city. After work, there was only one person left alone in the unit. I often walked alone to the field, looking at the endless, windy wheat field. I was crying in my heart: Is this? Is that what I was looking for?

The time passed quickly, and I finally hoped that by the end of the year, I boarded the train home. It was a snowy night, and the train was moving forward in the dark night, and the cold wind screaming outside the window made people feel sleepy.

It was almost midnight, and there was a light in front of it. In the dark night, it was so conspicuous. "It's a small station," I guess. The light was getting closer and closer to us. Looking through the window, it was a small station. It was only a small platform, a small station light, and a small station. "This small station can't keep the train," I thought. Sure enough, the train rushed to the distance. However, just as the train passed the small station, I was shocked by the scene in front of me: in the snow of the sky, there was still a policeman who waved the small flag in the direction of the driving train and guided the train. The storm raging slaps his shoulders, his hands, and the waving flag. The wind and snow have already drowned his appearance, only his figure, under the dim station lights, looks so tall...

At that moment, my heartstring was deeply moved: What is it that supports the policeman who is still doing his duty in the midnight snowstorm? There is a word, only one word, that is - keep it! Perseverance is the sublimation of perseverance, the release of perseverance, the execution of determination, the implementation of will! Stick to it, it is the light of the soul, making the soul shine! Hold on, like a torch, illuminate your direction in the dark!

On the road of life, there will be countless small standings waiting for you in front of you. If you stick to it, you will have the belief that you will stand up in your own post and keep your own station!

At this time, the train sent a shocking whistle, breaking through the night before dawn and driving to the front at a faster speed! I looked at the respectable policeman with reverence, and in front of my eyes, there were many people who appeared in my eyes - those who still work diligently in ordinary jobs. × × national tax collector. They are not as respectable as the respectable policeman, who insists on being ordinary but loyal to their duties, and has created a brilliant decade of our XX national tax. It is not under their escort that our XX national tax business train can go smoothly.
Now I still work on the ordinary taxation first line, still doing very ordinary tax work, but in my heart, I have not had the impetuousness of just working. I know very well: In order to make the XX National Tax more brilliant tomorrow, what I can do is to stand up with my lovely and respectable XX national tax collectors and stand up for my own "small station". "!