In early autumn, the warm autumn sun in the afternoon does not hesitate to spread its warmth to busy people. The wind drove the shredded paper scattered on the ground to the corner of the wall, and under the action of the air pressure, it swirled and rose rapidly, and the powerful cyclone lift threw the fine pieces of paper and the dust that had been deposited on the ground for a long time into the sky, and the pieces of paper floated ghostly in the air, and no one knew and no one cared about where they would fall or what kind of pollution they would cause to human life. The autumn cicadas hide in the dense broad leaves of the aspen trees, chirping intermittently and helplessly, as if they have a premonition that their lives are about to end and sing late.

After the lunch break, people with a tired look sit at their desks, staring blankly at the freshly brewed tea, their eyes riveted and full of energy, perhaps still reminiscing about the taste of the afternoon dream in their minds. Some people opened their mouths wide and kept snorting. The state-owned Inner Mongolia Qingshan Machinery Manufacturing Factory has maintained a thunderous schedule for decades. From the first director of the state-owned Inner Mongolia Qingshan Machinery Manufacturing Factory to the current director Zhang, I don't know how many directors have changed in the middle, but the glorious tradition of lunch break has not changed, and every employee can rest happily from 12 o'clock to 14 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Goo, goo", Meizi picked up the white enamel cup printed with red quotations and drank the cold white in the cup in one gulp. Carrying a two-meter-high wooden folding ladder sent by Wang Jinhua, a large white handkerchief wrapped her hair tightly, a wet rag in her hand, and a dry rag bulging into the pocket of a faded lady's yellow-green Lenin suit. Don't underestimate this faded Lenin suit, this is still her favorite school uniform when she was in middle school! It was cut by her mother herself and sewn with a sewing machine for her beauty-loving clothes, and the clothes were cut according to the old Lenin clothes worn by her neighbor Aunt Li. Since I had this waist-carded dress, when my parents were not at home, I stood in front of a large mirror inlaid in a wooden frame with a mottled mirror, looking left and right, turning back and forth, and enjoying the charm of a slim girl's generation, but there was a different scene, a woman who could feel and smell the charm of maturity. The Lenin suit fully shows off the beauty of the plum as a typical contemporary woman. Not only the beauty of the curves, but also the fullness of the body gives birth to the charm of a woman's God, and through this ordinary Lenin suit, you can feel the infinite nostalgia for the lost youth.

Wang Changxing, the slender secretary of the factory office, held a stack of documents in his hand, and came out of the inner office to participate in the QPE quality inspection meeting held by the main factory in the conference room of the east building.

"Meizi, where are we going! Why are you dressed up so beautifully, and carrying a ladder!"

"Big man, you see I'm not going to a dance party in this dress, I'm just going to dance in the air, hehe!" Umeko pointed to the lamps and windows high up as she walked. Wang Changxing was a little confused and stunned for a while, and suddenly came to his senses and was about to pull Meizi:

"Then Meizi should be careful! I'll carry the ladder!" he said, taking the tall wooden ladder from Meizi's hand.

"Big man, hurry up, I don't need your help here!" Meizi took a few quick steps forward.

"Then, then I'll go, Meizi, you must be careful!" Wang Changxing hurriedly left. Despite her short time here, Umeko has quickly integrated into the group, which rarely gathers to talk. What can contribute to this harmonious team is that often after lunch, everyone gets together to play the "arch pig" poker game, and it is common for people to joke and say humorous things to each other when they are acquainted.

Carrying the ladder to the door first, raise your eyes to see the fluorescent lamp full of dust and fly feces just hanging on it, test the distance between the ladder and the lamp, after setting up the ladder, tie a cloth strap tied to the middle ladder pedal, shake it and feel that the ladder is stable, and then twist to climb up the ladder, the action is flexible like a monkey, and this craft is completely in the large warehouse often step on the 3-meter-high ladder to pick up the goods, put the goods up and down to climb up and down. When going up the ladder to a high stirrup felt too high, and down a stirrup was almost, Mei Zi simply stepped up a stirrup, and the whole person squatted on the ladder with a dry cloth to wipe off the floating dust on the lampstand, and the old dust deposited on the lamp board was driven by the rag, like a drizzle in the spring. I was about to wipe the black spots left by the flies on the lamp tube with a damp cloth, and suddenly realized that there was someone below, and the woman's sixth sense was simply too powerful. Looking down, it was Deputy Director Wang Qingquan, and I didn't know when he came, but I saw him holding the ladder with one hand, and his eyes looked up at the plum half-squatting on the ladder.

"Why do you do this kind of thing alone, it's too dangerous! At least there should be someone next to you to protect you! Why didn't Xiao Tian find someone to help the ladder!" Wang Qingquan still looked up with a serious face. In fact, Wang Qingquan may have forgotten that Xiao Tian, the director of the office, accompanied Director Xiao of the Materials Department to H City yesterday to attend a material meeting in Inner Mongolia.

"Director Wang, it's okay! It's common to pedal on the ladder in the back library, and sometimes we have to go up the 3-meter-high ladder to pick up the goods, and our legs don't tremble, hehe! Don't worry, there will be no problems!" Mei Zi looked down at Wang Qingquan who was holding the ladder and said with a smile.

"Why don't you say hello beforehand, and the department will arrange for the cleaning staff to clean up." Director Wang's originally big and bright eyes were even brighter at this moment.

"You can do this little thing by yourself, why bother others! Director Wang, you are busy with you! I'll finish wiping it in a while!" Meizi looked at Director Wang who was holding a ladder to protect him with a grateful gaze. At this time, Meizi's heart felt warm, and she thanked Director Wang for her care. Deputy Director Wang didn't show the consciousness of leaving immediately, looked at Meizi who was moving neatly, and promised in his mouth: "Okay, good," but his eyes were staring at Meizi's round buttocks squatting on the ladder.

He remembers his art class in middle school, where he drew portraits. The male students sketched various three-dimensional character sketches on paper, and the portraits of the characters were like people and ghosts. The female classmates either painted the ancient maids or painted the beauties they liked in their hearts, and after the painting, they also wrote the names of Miss XX and Princess XX. Each of the beauties from their pen has a slender neck, a melon seed face, a cherry-like mouth, and a matchstick-like thin waist. This can't help but remind Wang Qingquan of the poem written by the Song Dynasty poet Zhou Bangyan's "Interpretation of the Flower Shangyuan" describing the Su'e he saw when watching the lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month:

The wind dissipates the flames, the dew oven, the light of the flower market shoots each other, the Guihua flow tiles, the clouds are scattered, and Geng Geng Su'e wants to go down. The clothes are elegant, and the slender waist of the Chu girl is 。。。。。 (Su'e refers to Chang'e)

Looking at the round buttocks of the plum squatting on the wooden ladder, Wang Qingquan thought of the beauties drawn on the paper by those female classmates, which were just some permutations and combinations of lines of different thicknesses, and he was not angry at all. At best, it is a static beauty, a beauty without vitality. The beauty of the round buttocks of the plum in front of me is the most perfect beauty in the world, the vivid beauty of the combination of static beauty and dynamic beauty, the beauty of sexiness, the beauty of transcending art, the beauty of body art, and the special beauty of women. What beauty in the world could be like it!

Of course, he thinks that those huge flowers and plants, landscapes, blue sky and sunset, wind and snowy nights, and portraits of talented and beautiful women are great contemporary Chinese paintings with the highest artistic attainments. However, he still does not understand that some masters of art are cautious in their words and deeds, and do not talk about the unique beauty of the muscles and muscles of men and women created by God in the world. Some people even talk about the beauty of body art as if they were talking about the color change of a tiger, sneering at the beauty of the human body, thinking that it is a vulgar thing, and desecrating the purity and connotation of art. He couldn't figure out what was the reason for so many objections to the beauty of the human body?

Wang Qingquan has been fond of history since he was a child, and he is full of interest in history classes, and his spirit is 100 times higher than that of other courses. In his hazy understanding, he believed that only by understanding Chinese history can we truly analyze the development history of the magnificent Chinese dynasties from the rise to the fall of thousands of years, and that the study of history must be combined with the study of geography and the force of promoting the development of society at that time, and the study and understanding of the organic combination of these three is the cornerstone of truly learning Chinese history, that is, combining the dialectical materialism of Marxism with the specific history of China. Finally, we should add the most important one: the real driving force that pushes history forward - the people.

In the great torrent of Chinese culture that has been carried forward for 5,000 years, carried forward the long-standing Chinese civilization, and inherited and developed the tradition, he found that China and ancient Egypt, which have a history of several thousand years of civilization, and the civilization created by the two river valleys in Iraq, which is famous for history, are on a par with the ancient glorious culture of India, and even the degree of civilization can surpass their history.