1' s happiness lies in creating a new life and in one's own country. Great wisdom and struggle in the socialist era have become the transformation and education of masters.

The tragedy of life is trying to stop.

The three Americans are not their appearance, clothes and hairstyles, but themselves and their hearts. If this person does not have the beauty of the soul, we often hate his beautiful appearance.

4 selfish people, who will perish first. Live by yourself, for your own life. If he is "I" damaged, he will not survive.

The so-called friendship first is to criticize comrades sincerely and wrongly.

* * * With a career, * * with a struggle, we have the strength to endure everything.

In my life, I have also experienced the pain of being abandoned and betrayed. But one thing saved me. My life will always be purposeful and meaningful. This is a struggle against socialism.

Only people like me are angry, love life, love struggle, love building a better world, and only those who see through us know the full meaning of life, not just death, even if there is only a little chance of not giving up life.

You should always firmly grasp the motherland under your feet and live a collective life together. Remember that it is a collective education. One day, if you are separated, the collective will begin to end.

10 A true friend should tell the truth, no matter how sharp.

1 1 People are very powerful here-they feel like they are in a friendly group.

For me, being a soldier is the greatest happiness ... the socialist cause without personal problems is eternal.

12 The most valuable life is life, and life belongs to a time. A man's life should be used in this way: when he recalls the past, will he regret for wasting his time, or for mediocrity and humiliation? When he dies, he says, "My life and all our energy for human liberation are the most magnificent undertakings in the world." "

The best medicine and the most precious medicine to cure all chronic diseases is labor.

Life has given us a great and infinitely noble gift. Young people are full of strength, expectation, willingness, knowledge and ambition, and full of hope and confidence.

In the brave struggle, we stubbornly resist difficulties and summon up courage every day. The motto of our youth is brave, tenacious and firm, and it is to overcome all difficulties.

The best life is when you stop living and everything serves the people.

On any occasion in life, you should be among the frontline soldiers. Category: Life

Great power is here-in a friendly collective feeling. Classification: collective

I believe there is only one: inspiration labor. ..... labor, this is insensitive, the best doctor. Category: Manual

Happiness is multifaceted. I'm glad, too. Creation has produced amazing happiness, and I feel that my own hands are also building beautiful buildings for us-puzzle bricks will be excluded, so I am personally sad. Category: Youth

Don't leave the result, but work hard bravely to win the championship in your own hands for a long time. Category: Manual

Ideal, for me, has extraordinary charm. My ideal ... is always full of energy and simplicity. I have never idealized the impossible.

Whoever thinks he is a saint, buries his genius and breaks away from the collective will have a sad fate. It can improve the collective you and make your feet unstable.

Read our experience and our knowledge brightly.

Patriotism and hatred for the enemy, only from patriotism to guidance, will be multiplied by victory.

Generous time is tantamount to suicide

Happiness lies in creating a new life, in re-education, in becoming the master of one's own country, and in the great wisdom and struggle of the people in the socialist era.

For me, being a soldier is the greatest happiness ... the socialist cause without personal problems is eternal.

Friendship, a wonderful friendship, is based on mutual respect for one's own culture above all else. It is a noble and deepest sympathy for collective interests that has never been maliciously jealous of others' achievements.

A person who dominates habits rather than habits.

No matter how talented a person is, the collective is often smarter and stronger than him.

The tempering of fire and the quenching of steel are not afraid of anything that can be hardened. The same struggle and terrible test of our generation is through practice, and learning is not the output of living in front of us.

We should seize the time to live a full life, because a sudden illness or tragic accident can always end his life suddenly.

Ostrovsky died in Moscow.

It's late autumn and rainy. The cold rain soaked clothes and cold meat. The main road team works from early morning to late night every day. In the evening, everyone wore clothes soaked by rain and covered with mud, slept on the concrete floor and warmed each other. Eat a pound and a half of anthracite, black bread, etc. Sometimes you don't even have this. Orrick and his gang attacked. * * * Youth League, the workers echoed with the sound of iron bars and shovels hitting stones everywhere while playing, and the bent back under intense labor could be heard everywhere. Soon, winter came. People are still trying to work in the snow and dig the frozen land. As long as we are alive, build a railway. Bamboo pit plum came to the scene and was very moved when he saw this scene: "Steel is made."

Paul, who was badly hit by pancreatic cancer, fought against sabotage, took the lead in labor and started a competition. The day before yesterday, he dragged his swollen and stiff feet and took the initiative to prepare boiled water and hot dishes. Although Paul had a fever for two days in a row, he still shoveled snow with a big wooden shovel. Finally, Paul was eliminated. An unknown young man carried the body on the podium. This young man was Paul.

Paul didn't die of typhoid fever, but his back was ventilated from the death line. Their tenacious revolutionary leader, the most precious life, has only one life for everyone. How should we spend it?

Whenever I look back, I don't regret the wasted years, and I'm not ashamed of being mediocre. I'm going to die. I can say that my life and all my energy have been devoted to the most precious cause of mankind-the struggle for human liberation! People, the most precious thing is life. Life is only once for everyone. There is only one life. How should I spend it?

Whenever I look back, I don't regret the wasted years, and I'm not ashamed of being mediocre. I am going to die. I can say that my life and all my energy have been devoted to the most precious cause of mankind-the struggle for human liberation!

Evaluation: Is it meaningful for people to live? How to do it? Pavel Colta King's actions answered this question. Instead of being discouraged, Paul left his disability, studied tenaciously, worked hard, and began to create literature. Later, he was blind and paralyzed. What a heavy blow! But he decided to pick up the pen, grope and insist on writing down every word. He needs to work extremely hard. After tenacious efforts, he finally succeeded in reading the novels written in the first few chapters of The Tempest. Reading and reading, I was almost moved to tears, and my determined face seemed to be in front of me. Paul's soldiers have as much steel as possible, but he also has a strong will. What motivates him to read this book? In this book, I finally understand that this is the miracle that the greatest and most magnificent proletarian cause in the church calls him. This is his tenacious struggle against the disease. Electricity.

chapter one

"Today, I want to talk about the past. Look at me. I want to talk about it. I know my words will upset some people. This probably wouldn't be called political propaganda. This is the voice from the heart, the voice I represent. I want to talk about my life and a revolution that takes chestnuts out of fire. It's like a huge coal-fired stove. We light and burn this fire, and the survival of our country depends on it. The * * * of our country depends on this fire. The younger generation is with you. It is this fire storm that swept through, looking at the world and renewing the earth. We died on the battlefield of war, under the banner of two generations, the father and son of our great, unique and steely party. Since two generations have come here, you are looking forward to us. We are your comrades-in-arms, China people, just to create chaos for our own kind, to create chaos for our own party, to undermine the party's steel discipline, and to commit heinous crimes. Do you want to know the answer? It was our party that drove them out of their camp and rushed to the post-human life and the distant desert.

Part II Chapter VIII

"We ran a distance to catch up with the technology of developed capitalist countries, and we also established our own powerful industry in the shortest time, so we don't rely on the capitalist world technically, and we don't step on it. This is because there is no steel, iron and coal, let alone building socialism, and it is a country that maintains the ongoing socialist construction. It is impossible to pass. " The mouth of the party leader told the people of the whole country that the whole country witnessed an unprecedented climax. No one has such great enthusiasm for the battle of steel. "speed?" Word issued a warm call to action.

In ancient times, the Cossack cavalry troops rode the camp of Poroshin, and were not afraid to kill the enemy. Now they are in front of the camp, near the iron island of Horji, and there is another forced camp. Bolshevik forces, who decided to cut off the ancient Dnieper River, managed its violent primitive forces to start the steel turbine, just like life itself, the socialist work of this ancient river. The nature of the attack was liberated from the shackles of the Dnieper River rushing through the reinforced concrete, and its resistance was surging.

130,000 Dnieper War Army, commander of this army, former Kiev dockworker, and head of construction department ignat pankratov. The army attacked the two sides of the river, and before the first battle, the two sides launched a socialist competition, which is a new thing for workers in life.

The second part of the first chapter

The headline tonight comes from his letter early in the morning. Leningrad didn't respond.

News silence is becoming a threat. The premonition of failure is very strong, and Paul realizes every day that once the novel unconditionally rejects his predicament, he will not be able to continue his life. There is no point in living.

At this time, the scene of the suburban seaside park emerged in front of him. He asked himself again and again: "In order to break through the iron circle and become a person who is beneficial to your life, have you made every effort to return to the ranks of fighting?"

Every time the answer is: "Yes, it seems like all the efforts."

Many days have passed, and reasonable expectations are unbearable. When the anxious mother and her son ran into the room, they shouted excitedly, "Letter from Leningrad!" " "

This is the call of the telegram of the State Commission for Economic Restructuring, with only a few simple words:

The novel is greatly appreciated and will be published soon. Congratulations on your success.

The jubilant wish that has been beating in his heart for many years has finally come true! The hoop has been smashed, so he picked up a new weapon and started a new life.

chapter one

Politkovski conspired with Erjiaom and whispered, "We can't drive, you know? There was a war, and the rebels bombed the railway, but they sent us a bunch of dog things. They suddenly rebelled and the brotherhood was destroyed. You know, son, I didn't get off the bus when the czar went on strike, and now I can't drive. The enemy we fight together is a disgrace all our lives. The motorcycle that the boy drove for the first time ran away, even though he risked his life. What do you think of what we said: there is no car in that place? "

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"You're right, uncle, how to deal with this guy? Erjiaom glanced at a German soldier.

The driver frowned, grabbed a mass of waste cotton, wiped the sweat off his forehead, looked at the pressure gauge with bloodshot eyes, as if trying to find the answer to this puzzle, and then, with unique despair, scolded 1.

Erjiaom picked up the teapot and drank the water inside. They all came up with the same thing, but no one would speak first. Erjiaom remembered Tekru's words: "Bro, are you a Bolshevik party or do you think * * * proletarian ideology?"

Remember to answer: "I am willing to try my best to help, you can trust me ..."

"This is a big help to fall in a good helper! Send a crusade team to ... "

Chapter 1 Raindrops beat on the windows, and the rainwater flowing on the roof was brushed off. The sea breeze blows the panic of cherry trees in the garden, swaying branches and hitting the window glass from time to time. Dongniya looked up many times to hear if there was a knock at the door. She finally understood, but the wind was very troublesome, so she frowned, and the wind and rain stirred her up and she would never be written. On the table, the melancholy heart attacked her and spread out some written writing paper in front of her. She finished the last letter, wrapped her shawl tightly, picked up a letter she had just written and reread it.

Dear quaint, my father's assistant occasionally passes by Kiev, and I asked him to give it to you along this letter.

I haven't written to you for a long time, please don't take it amiss.

It will pass quickly, and I don't mind writing messy thoughts. The postman failed, but no one took them away.

You already know that my father doesn't agree to go to Kiev. I saw the seventh grade in the local middle school.

I miss my friends very much, especially if neither you nor my classmates are here.

These vulgar and boring boys and rustic but arrogant and stupid girls are at the forefront.

Letter, I'm talking to you, Paul Fu Lusha. I thought I felt like a tinker, but the short-lived and romantic life of young people can be seen everywhere. I was wrong, Gu Ya, wasn't I? We are all immature, adding up to only 33 years old, but some of them are serious things. I don't know what to call it. Anyway, I don't take part in accidental amusement.

Raindrops hit the windows and beat the rain stream on the roof. The sea breeze from the garden shook the cherry trees in confusion, and the branches hit the window glass from time to time. Tony has looked up many times to hear if someone is knocking at the door. She finally realized that it was just trouble in the wind, and then frowned. The sound of weatherproof woke her up and made her no longer trapped. Some stationery written on the table in front of her was covered with melancholy heart disease. She wrote the last letter, wrapped it in his shawl, and only picked up the good letter and reread it.

Dear quaint: My father's assistant passes by Kiev occasionally, and I asked him to give it to you together with this letter.

Don't be surprised that I haven't written to you for a long time.

Now, in this war-torn day, all the messy ideas have a reason. There was even an unexpected letter that didn't pass through the post office, but no one took it away.

You already know that my father doesn't agree to go to Kiev. I read it when I was in the seventh grade in the local middle school.

I miss my friends, especially your classmates. I don't know.

The former are more vulgar and boring boys and rustic but arrogant and stupid girls.

In the previous letters, I told you about Paul Frusa, the tinker. I thought my feelings were just a young man's caprice, and life was full of short-lived romance. I was wrong about the quaint reality. We are all immature, adding up to only 33 years old. However, there are some serious things that I don't know what to call. Anyway, it's not a fling.

chapter one

The east is a fish-belly white.

Rumors spread like wildfire in the town, and the news that Jews were burned and robbed soon spread. There are some crooked, short and narrow broken houses, high banks and paid treatment in the dirty Jewish residential areas.

Poor people in crowded places in Judea live in these houses, which can barely be called boxes.

Seryosha has been engaged in printing for more than a year. The compositor and other workers' factories are all Jews. Seryosha and their families. They work hand in hand, unite and cooperate, * * * with the boss who constantly struggles with the arrogant boss's pregnant Liu Bo Stein printer. The boss always tries his best to squeeze more profits and pay lower wages. As a result, the workers went on strike several times and printing stopped for two to three weeks. The factory has 14 workers. Thanks to Liao Sha, she is the youngest, but she woke up the reporter and had to work at one breath 12 hours.