Researcher's spiritual home speech

Dear leaders and comrades:
Today, it is the third time I have faced this sacred and solemn party flag. It has been more than eight years since the first time. Eight years ago, at that time, I thought that I had received professional training in philosophical thinking that shimmered the light of human wisdom. I thought I had experienced systematic Marxist philosophy and had a deeper understanding of communism. Awareness. After a lapse of eight years, from the leaders who lived together day and night and the comrades who shared the same pains, I discovered that the original understanding was lost to superficiality, and the understanding at that time was lost. Therefore, facing the party flag again today, I chose the topic of "Researchers' Spiritual Homeland", letting everyone walk into the spiritual world of the researcher, understand the spiritual home of the researcher, and understand the spiritual outlook of the Communist Party members in the research department.
In our spiritual home, there are wise flowers. We must have a wealth of knowledge, all aspects of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign, party and government finances and other aspects must be involved; we must have a more solid writing skills, familiar with the layout of the articles, grammar rhetoric and other essentials; we must be more sensitive Insight, able to analyze and deal with problems with the right perspective. Therefore, the party members continue to learn, the books in the information room, we borrow the most; the articles on the government website, we see the most diligent; the policy spirit of the superior, we remember the most comprehensive. Then, put these essences into the material. Some people say that we are very lonely, yeah, in the dead of night, a lonely lamp, a cup of bitter tea, a stack of manuscript papers, a box of cigarettes, accompanying us to spend one night after another, ushered in one dawn after another, but we are not lonely, We can see that the rake of thought is working on the manuscript paper, and the spark of wisdom jumps on the screen. Although we do not reach the best conditions for job requirements, we have been working hard. "The splendid articles, the wisdom and wisdom of the exhibitions in the words; the life of the pen and ink, the spirit of seeing the heart and the blood" will be the constant pursuit of the members of our research department.
In our spiritual home, there is dedication. Pen and ink with life, bitter and painful. Everyone who has written the material knows the taste of overtime work. A stack of manuscript paper is placed on the table, he bends over the back and climbs up, bites the pen cap and breaks it, tastes sour and bitter and spicy, and does not care about wrinkles in the corner of his eyes. The blue silk became white hair; how much smoke was smoked, how much tea was drunk, how much sweat had flowed, how many nights had been smashed, and when you forgot to forget the small family, you went home and married your wife. This is our researcher. Every busy day has a series of little-known stories. Every sleepless night has an agile march in silent play. They all have a common theme, that is, party support. Researcher's dedication.
In our spiritual home, there is the soul of justice. Seeking truth from facts is the fine tradition of our party. Keeping pace with the times is the basic requirement of our party. Therefore, no matter what materials, we all require ourselves to proceed from the party spirit. In the materials, there are not only sunshine, laughter and flowers, but also the tears of poor farmers. The sighs of laid-off workers and countless eager eyes for prosperity and development. We know that the pen in our hands is sacred and heavy. To hold it, not only requires knowledge and skill, but also party spirit and personality. Therefore, we feel that giving the highest reward to the researcher is not the word “agree” signed by the leader on the material, nor the praise and applause given by the peers, but the rise of the new green and the rising ruins on the wasteland. The group and the defrosting sails in the glaciers.
In our spiritual home, there is a stubborn root. Writing is like a long-distance running. When you are panting and reaching the end of the drought, when people cheer for you, we constantly remind ourselves that no, this is not the end, it is just another starting line. When the morning sun came another morning, when the night passed another dark night. . . . . . A white hair has warned our youth that a burst of headache has challenged our health, but we have no psychological experience, because we know that as a member of the party, we must work hard and make ordinary jobs Birth is great, and really until then, we will be silent, like the torment of hardships, facing the impact of joy, just a quiet smile for a while, then quietly lit a cigarette, once again facing our fields , ready for the next start.
In fact, everyone has a field of hope in their own hearts. For the researchers, the field of the Communists spreads on the desk, under the solitary lights, in the quiet night and in the blue smog. We keep planting vocabulary and punctuation in this field and planting it. Knowledge and insights, sowing hope and justice, is like a childhood in the green land of the hometown planted a line of vitality.
The cause is great, the individual is small, but I also remember that "Dream of Red Mansions" said that the firefly is grassy. Firefly, no tiger's bravery; grass, without the majesty of the tree, but they have the vitality and meaning of life, as well as the lofty and proud of life. Therefore, as a researcher, no matter what, when you only do the firefly, you will bring life and poetry to the night; when you are doing grass, you will bring green and vitality to the world. We will use the weak light of the fire to illuminate the journey of Hegang, and use the green beauty of the grass to sculpt the pictures of the development of the hometown, and will use the ordinary behavior to interpret the connotation of the Communists.
Dear leaders and comrades, the gorgeous language does not help rational thinking, and the poetic romance does not help the sublimation of value. At that time, a group of people, a group of people who came from the snowy mountain meadows, a group of people who came from the rain of bullets, a group of people who walked up with vows and flags, just like the candidates who took the test, calmly and calmly walked into the examination room, using their Wisdom and courage have solemnly written the name that shocked the world - New China. Today, we have the responsibility and obligation to continue to hold high the banner of the sun and the moon, to draw a grand blueprint on this hopeful field, so that the songs and laughter of the north and south of the river come one after another, so that the prosperity and prosperity of the Great Wall both inside and outside Same as. Since the day the researchers wrote the first text on the manuscript paper, they all have such a firm belief, because "I choose, I like it."