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Looking for a funny joke, the first part is "Under the dim light, smoking the front door", thinking hard about national affairs, and finally there is a knock on the door, checking the ward.

Standing at the door of the shampoo room

When night falls and the lights first come on, the row of shampoo rooms on the street undoubtedly become the only bright color and warmth in the bizarre city. After I had eaten and drank, I stood next to the crowded night market and looked at the nearby hair washing rooms. I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: They are in a humble corner, never showing off, asking for nothing, only giving, exquisite and unique. The room is illuminated by orange-red lights, confronting and arguing with the flashy neon lights in the city in a soft and ambiguous way, and the pale and dazzling street lights in the city, responding to the country's call for a conservation-oriented society with silent actions. Although it is surrounded by chaos and hustle and bustle, its facade layout is still so antique that you can't help but stop and appreciate it carefully. The traditional couplet-style door frame is reproduced here: the upper couplet: massage, the lower couplet: leisure, and the horizontal couplet: beauty salon, which fully displays the essence of Chinese style. From time to time in the shampoo room, the singing voice of the image spokesperson Ren Xianqi can be heard: "I let you rely on me, let you rely on me, it's no big deal", which adds a bit of cultural atmosphere.

All the features make the buildings and squares on the street eclipse.

There were several young girls standing by the door, dressed in retro costumes, with only a piece of red floral cloth covering their chests, which reminded me of the greatness of the ancient people. With sincere smiles on their faces and overflowing with enthusiasm, they summoned and encouraged the revolutionary comrades along the street, no matter they were rich men smelling of alcohol, migrant workers with tired faces, or childish students, they all treated them equally. , without prejudice, on this lonely night to warm their cold and empty hearts. I can't help but stand in awe of their professionalism.

As I watched, tears flashed in my eyes. I thought of Diao Chan, Li Shishi, Qinhuai Bayan, Shu Qi, Li Lizhen, Yang Simin, and the people who had just left us. The artist Ai Iijima, and Comrade Ran Muto, who dedicated his life to his career, although they have different divisions of labor, there is no distinction between high and low. They also work sweating day and night, in the collision of soul and body, in the midst of shouting and moaning. Experiencing the glory and pleasure of labor, among the people who frequently entered and exited the shampoo room, I was surprised to find a few very familiar faces. Those were Secretary Li, Director Zhang, Director Zhao and his party. Following them were the people just now. The promoted officer Liu worked hard during the day and took work as his own responsibility. At night, he still used his remaining energy and went deep into the shampoo room to continue working. These amiable and respectable leading cadres left their families behind to serve everyone. They tearfully left behind their wives who were guarding an empty house alone, and the old people who looked around. They never entered the house three times. They were indifferent to fame and fortune and avoided the caring eyes of the masses. , working tirelessly, walking through the streets, coming from the masses, going to the masses, infecting the bottom of society with the role of model Communist Party members, fighting all night long with the lady in the shampoo room, talking all night long, from Jin Ping Mei to Chun Mei Lamei , from banknotes to horse breasts, testing the achievements of the country’s spiritual civilization construction. Seeing this, I burst into tears. Who said that the relationship between the government and the people is like water and fire? I said that the relationship between the government and the people is like fish and water, inseparable!

The night is getting darker, and the lights in the shampoo room are gradually dimming. I know that a discussion meeting between the leader and the lady is being held. With such a leader, the country is very fortunate and the people are very fortunate. Why worry about not being able to live in peace and harmony, and building a harmonious society will be within easy reach. Thinking of this, I suddenly gained confidence and courage in life, and silently wished them good health, but the moment I turned around and left, my eyes became moist.