Lei Feng writes beside me.

If you were a drop of water, would you moisten an inch of land? If you were a ray of sunshine, would you light up a little darkness? If you are a grain, have you ever given birth to useful life? If you were the smallest screw, would you stick to your life forever? . . . . .

Every time I think of Lei Feng, I think of this passage. How many people look back and feel sorry for their mediocrity and sorrow for wasting their time! Youth is charming, and many people write brilliant lives in the glory of youth. In Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji, aged 265,438+0, led the troops against gold with the trend of "Golden Goma Iron, Swallowing Wan Li Like a Tiger"; /kloc-when he was 0/2 years old, Premier Zhou issued the grandiose words of "studying for the rise of China", expressing his great desire to dedicate his youth to the cause of the liberation of the motherland. They are heroes who stand on the tide, stars who will never fall, and models in my mind.

As young people in the new era, although they have not galloped for the motherland, they have caught up with the era of dedicating their youth to the prosperity of the motherland and the reform and development of enterprises. We should establish the belief of "leading the cause and seeking development, I will forge ahead with Chang 'an", and have the ambition to contribute to Chang 'an's brilliant future.

"I will devote my limited life to serving the people indefinitely," said Lei Feng. Looking around, in our workshop, it is not difficult to find that more and more people are silently contributing to "leading the cause". I have such an example around me. The young people in the workshop maintenance team specialize in business, fight for skills and hurry. Under the leadership of the young squad leader Li Yu, they carried heavy maintenance tools and went up to cranes, pressing platforms and waste conveyor belts to make timely repairs and eliminate hidden dangers of equipment failures. What they need is where they are. Under the scorching sun, stains mixed with sweat slipped down the tips of their hair, and their work clothes were soaked, relying on the drill bits of punch cards. Hope to adopt! Typing is killing me! !