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Dear leaders, judges, and guests:

Hello everyone! The title of my speech is: The Ballad of Blue.

In the journey of life, maybe you have sung green songs praising soldiers, red songs praising revolutionary martyrs, and white songs praising medical workers... And today, I want to sing a song. A blue ballad in praise of local tax collectors.

If you ask her: Is collecting taxes painful

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? She will tell you: "Collecting taxes is a hard job, but as long as you truly have a true love for this work in your heart, you can taste the sweetness of dedication to others from this tedious work."

The person who said this is an ordinary Communist Party member of the ** Branch of our ** County Local Taxation Bureau, a female comrade who has worked as a tax collector all her life. Her name is ***.

Indeed, because of love, she has worn this blue tax uniform for 28 years; because of love, her feet have worn out thick calluses on the road to tax collection; because of love, she has worn this blue tax uniform for 28 years. In the hearts of people, she has won the reputation of "Grandma Chai"; and because of her love, in the eyes of taxpayers, she is another "hard piece of Chai" that cannot be split. The hard thing about this "hard piece of wood" is that she has her own principles that cannot be broken with money and family affection. Her principles are: don't stretch out your hand in front of profit, don't be jealous in front of things, don't be unreasonable in front of love, don't be unjust in front of reason, and don't bow in front of evil.

Blue is the color of the sky, and blue is the color of the sea. But what is broader than the sky and deeper than the sea is the unrepentant attachment of local tax collectors to their careers.

In 2002, when he turned 50, *** retired. Although she was reluctant to leave this position, she also knew deeply that over the years, she had no regrets about her career, but she felt ashamed of her family. Especially husbands who suffer from various diseases such as high blood pressure and gastric ulcer. Three years ago, my husband was laid off. Someone suggested that her husband use her connections to open a shop, but she refused. The husband, who couldn't sit still, was so angry that he asked an acquaintance to find him a job pulling cinders at the Wuhan Thermos Bottle Factory. Over the past three years, the couple has spent less time together and more time apart. Therefore, after running around in rain, snow, wind and frost for most of her life, she also wanted to use the remaining time to take good care of her sick husband and let him enjoy the warmth of family affection. But the night before she made up her mind to go to Wuhan, the newly appointed branch director came to her door. The young director * knew that *** was a banner of the branch. He had just arrived and wanted *** to help him carry this banner for another year. Looking at the sincere eyes of Director Xiao*, this article comes from Secretary 114. Please keep this mark when reprinting. *** swallowed the words that came to his lips and nodded in agreement. In the evening, she called her husband. After breakfast the next day, she picked up the satchel with the frayed edges and walked into the familiar workplace.

Colleagues in the branch will never forget the sad day of the 18th of the twelfth lunar month last year. It stands to reason that in the past year, *** has indeed carried this banner. She did not ask for a penny more subsidy from the branch and successfully completed the tax collection tasks assigned at the beginning of the year. She was relieved. On the 17th day of the twelfth lunar month, she came to the branch. She wanted to borrow the company's car to take her husband home for the New Year after working hard in Wuhan for a year. At that time, the branch was holding a meeting of all cadres and workers, arranging the last trade tax inspection before the start of the next day. After she learned about it, she silently walked to the conference room. When her figure appeared at the door, a burst of thunderous applause suddenly sounded in the conference room. Needless to say, everyone knows that *** is here on a mission.

But no one knew that on the night of the 17th of the twelfth lunar month, her husband, a relative who had been silently supporting his work, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to drinking some alcohol, before he could see his wife. At one point, he left her forever.

My daughter, who works in the bureau, searched several streets before she found her. At that time, she and several colleagues were busy in a clothing store. When her sobbing daughter told her the bad news, her vision went dark and she fell to the ground. After waking up, she murmured: Lao Wang, you have been waiting for me for so many years, why can't you wait for just this day? Everyone present shed tears.

Friends, this is not a coincidence, this is not fiction. Here, I don’t want to assume that if *** had gone to pick up her husband on the 17th of the twelfth lunar month, whether her life would have experienced this sudden change; nor do I want to assert that with ***’s efforts on that day, The inspection work of the branch will progress very quickly. I just want to say that with loyalty and love for a career, every day's dedication may be a lifetime of hard work!

If you take a handful of the passing years of our local tax bureau and listen carefully to the footsteps of the passing years, my friend, what will you hear? You will hear the drumbeats of hard work and pioneering spirit; you will hear the hymns of integrity, self-discipline, and selfless dedication. Then let us join hands and sing a blue ballad: "China's land tax, stride forward...gather wealth for the country and contribute sincerely...We are the servants of the people, we are *** Tax collector of the Republic of China."

Thank you everyone