Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

() There is no title or additional title, no position or aura representing honor, or even an adjective. It is like a call to a simple friend from afar, like a relative, or the elder you love most.

"Hello xp!"

These four simple words, like the thunder and lightning shining in the dark sky and the thick fog, cut through the dullness in the hearts of everyone present, and also cut through the hearts of the young people, heading towards The direction of progress illuminates every corner of the motherland and resonates as strongly as it did eight years ago in the hearts of everyone present.

Zhang Zhenyi has never felt such an exciting and uncontrollable touch. A hot river seems to flow in his heart, and his whole person is wrapped in a strong and heroic feeling. He has often experienced this simple sentence in the past. The greetings were far less shocking and powerful than this time. The words were simple but full of affection.

"Well, it's wrong for you to come to the station early in the morning and wait for me, an old man. But, I'm also happy to see you comrades."

The old man greeted the comrades who came with a strong Sichuan accent. He looked slightly happy and energetic. He turned sideways, shook hands with the comrades one by one, walked a few steps on the platform, and then turned back. Preaching to the leaders of Hanjiang River:

"You guys, tell me how the economic construction is going, how the reform and opening up are going, don't engage in formalism, tell the truth and do practical things!"

The old man's words seemed very powerful and resounding. A large number of people had gathered on the Jiangkou Station platform, which was slightly chilly. However, they did not disturb the respectable elder, but stood on the platform one after another. I looked sideways and watched the old man talking to comrades from the province.

The young man accompanied the old man, stood beside the lady, and carefully wrote down every word, every look, and every movement of the old man. Then he lowered his head and quickly wrote some simple words on the paper. The temperature in the cold winter was a bit low. , the fingers were too cold to bend, but at this moment, they were full of great enthusiasm and wrote down every word of the old man.

After listening to the local leader's brief introduction to the reform and construction over the years, the old man nodded slightly. Then, a dignified color appeared on his face, and he said earnestly to the comrades from Jianghan Province around him:

"In the past few years of governance and rectification, reform and opening up have done a lot of things. Without reform and opening up, the rectification work would not have gone so smoothly."

Then he emphasized very carefully:

"Some countries have made extremely serious mistakes, and even reached the state of national collapse, but we should not panic about this, and do not think that the ideas we have always adhered to are wrong and wrong, and they no longer exist. This is a wrong idea.

There are some bad things affecting us in the country now. These things are wrong and must be defeated forcefully. They can hinder our development, even ruin the future and destiny of our country, and destroy our persistence. Thoughts, we must not only develop the economy and increase the intensity of reform, but we must also adhere to our thoughts and lines and overthrow these wrong thoughts.

We must always adhere to the line, principles, and policies since the Third Plenary Session of the Party Central Committee. The key is to adhere to the basic line. Failure to adhere to it will lead to a dead end. We must adhere to the basic line for a hundred years without wavering. Only by persisting will our people trust you. , support you, no one can change it, anyone who wants to change it will be beaten, and the people will not agree."

The old man's words seemed calm and powerful on this winter morning. The old man, who was nearly ninety years old, was thinking about major events about the country's future and destiny. The young man's handwriting flowed out one by one very quickly, and he seemed extremely excited.

, he knew that what he wrote was not just a line of simple and plain words, but also the broad road that the great motherland was about to move towards.

Then the old man waved his hand, waving his skinny palm vigorously in front of his face, and kept talking in his mouth, as if he had endless words and endless worries.

"Development is the last word. To a certain extent, the key to whether our country can do things well lies in people. We must do it well within ourselves. Whether we do things correctly or not should mainly depend on whether it is conducive to the development of socialism.

Productivity, whether it is conducive to enhancing the comprehensive national strength of a socialist country, and whether it is conducive to improving people's living standards."

"Don't be afraid to build more foreign-funded enterprises. As long as we are clear-headed, there is nothing to fear. We have large and medium-sized state-owned enterprises and township and village enterprises. More importantly, the political power is in our hands.

We should select young people to train, don’t be superstitious, and let young comrades take on important responsibilities.

Now, another problem is that you are too formalistic. When you turn on the TV, it is all about meetings. There are too many meetings, articles are too long, speeches are too long, the content is repetitive, and there are not many new things. What you repeat must be said but

We need to speak simply and concisely, without being bureaucracy, and we need to do more and talk less. I suggest we focus on this issue."

The old man spoke with sincerity and sincerity, and every word was carefully considered. He said neither too much nor too little. His words were very penetrating and powerful, just like the warm wind blowing in the face in the cold winter, which made people feel deep in their hearts.

Feel the shock.

Finally, he said sincerely: "What we learn must be effective. We must always learn from the great leader's pragmatism. We relied on this in the past, we rely on this now, and we will rely on this in the future."

The January wind, wrapped in the frost and snow of the north, carried a message to wake up the sleeping earth, blowing from the station at Jiangkou to the motherland. At this time, people did not know that their beloved leader was in the wind and frost, and was about to turn ninety.

At the advanced age of 20,000 years old, he adheres to his last belief in the motherland and the people. In his heart, he always holds the future of the motherland. In this turbulent year, he resolutely fulfills his duties and does what a citizen and an old party member should do most.

matter.

The biting cold wind blew past his face. Zhang Zhenyi shivered, and the pen in his hand trembled and slipped from his fingers. He bent down and was about to pick up the pen, but was unexpectedly stepped on by a comrade from Hanjiang Province.

When he pushed it down, there was a crisp sound, which immediately made the old man in deep thought move slightly, and then he said with a smile:

"Hahaha, your comrades in the province are so good now. They trampled on my little comrade's pen. How can you compensate him for a pen? Otherwise, the comrades in Zhongyang will not be able to receive his pen.

Manuscript, you are responsible! Hahaha!"

"Hehehehe, chief, you are joking, I have prepared one here."

The young man smiled calmly at the old man and the comrades from Jianghan Province, and took out a pen from his pocket. Only then did the comrades from Hanjiang realize that this person who had been immersed in taking notes turned out to be a young man, and they were all shocked.

Is this the chief's child? It doesn't look like it.

"Comrade xp, this kid is very interesting!"

The main leader of the province joked about it in a nonchalant manner, but as he spoke, he took out a brand new pen from his pocket and handed it to the young man.

"Come on, little comrade, our comrade stepped on your pen, so I will give you a pen on his behalf. You must write down everything the leader said!"

"Okay, I will definitely follow your instructions!"

Zhang Zhenyi hesitated for a moment, and seeing the encouragement in the old man's eyes, he reached out and took it.

"This kid is amazing. The article you have read was written by him. His theoretical level is very solid. You still need to learn from him. This kid is very good. This time I let him see the achievements of our country's construction.

, let him write better articles."

When Zhang Zhen heard that the old man actually praised him, he was stunned on the spot. Then he felt so happy that he forgot to write it down for a moment. When he recalled it later, he was filled with so much joy when he remembered the original situation.

Feelings of nostalgia.

In the short platform of a few hundred meters, the old man stopped and walked, talking back and forth several times. The local leaders and comrades listened eagerly to the words of the great leader, and their hearts were full of good expectations for the future of the motherland, and also full of hope for this country.

My deepest respect for the great old man.

As time passed bit by bit, the train whistled slowly again. At this time, the comrades in Jianghan seemed to realize that this might be an extremely rare or even eternal meeting, and they immediately rushed forward to shake hands with the old man.

Goodbye, the platform was ablaze in the cold wind, and people bid farewell to the old man with tears and laughter.

"Xiao Li, go find that young comrade just now and ask him to give us a copy of what Comrade Xiaoping said and give him his address and contact information. Hurry!"

A responsible comrade in Jianghan Province very decisively asked the staff around him to ask Zhang Zhenyi for his contact information and also left his own information. At this time, the old man was also helped to get on the train again.

Before leaving, I stood in the car and turned around to wave to the people on the platform outside the window. Suddenly, there were bursts of warm applause from the entire platform.

"Comrade xp!"

"Comrade xp!"

The rising and falling calls to each other made people a little excited. Looking at the scene outside the window, Zhang Zhenyi pressed the shutter one by one to record this moving scene. This camera was given to him by comrade Zhong Yang before he left.

Take some photos.

Looking at this scene and the manuscript full of handwriting, my heart was filled with excitement. I really didn't expect that I would be able to experience such a journey. In this great era that is about to begin, I have also left my footprints, and

It was so dazzling, so majestic and majestic. Even though I was just a little butterfly, I witnessed that great figure and those scenes that people will never forget.

Looking at the platform that began to slowly retreat as the train moved forward, the young man was a little crazy.

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