Siheyuan: I, an ordinary resident, the king of chefs

After the symposium, Zhang Liang and Li Chun were walking on their way home. Li Chun said with emotion: "Little Zhang Liang, your speech today was really wonderful. Everyone admires you very much."

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Thank you, Li Chun. Actually, I just said what I really think. We are all working hard for our dreams and hope to bring more changes to the factory."

Zhang Liang's life in the steel mill was stable and fulfilling. The challenges and opportunities he encountered at work allowed him to grow continuously. Not only did he improve his skills, but he also became more and more adept at getting along with people and handling various matters. However, one day, something happened that deeply touched Zhang Liang's heart.

That morning, the factory held a special meeting, and the factory director announced a decision: "In order to commend those comrades in our factory who are physically disabled but still work diligently and conscientiously at their posts, we have decided to hold a special art performance with the theme of 'Strive for Self-improvement and Love Work'."

The factory director's speech caught Zhang Liang's attention. He had heard that there were several disabled workers in the factory, but he was busy with work and had no chance to get in touch with them. After the meeting, Zhang Liang found the factory director and volunteered to participate in the preparations for the performance.

The factory director smiled with satisfaction: "Little Zhang Liang, it's great that you are willing to help. I know you have a lot of talent in literature and art, and this performance needs enthusiastic people like you."

Zhang Liang nodded: "Director, I am willing to do my best to help these self-reliant colleagues."

In the following days, Zhang Liang and several colleagues began to prepare for the performance. They carefully planned the program, arranged the rehearsal venue, and ensured that every worker participating could show their talents. During the preparation process, Zhang Liang met several colleagues he was not familiar with. Some of them were old workers who had lost a leg, some were hearing-impaired, and some were fitters with limited hands.

One night, Zhang Liang and Li Chun were setting up the stage in the workshop, preparing for the next day's rehearsal. Li Chun asked, "Little Zhang Liang, do you think this performance will be a success?"

Zhang Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said firmly: "I definitely will. Although these colleagues are physically disabled, their spirit and talent are examples for all of us."

The rehearsal began. Zhang Liang stood aside and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces on the stage. Some of them were singing, some were performing skits, and some were showing calligraphy and painting. Each program was full of their love for life and work. Zhang Liang's heart was deeply moved. He felt a strong power, a spirit that would not bow to fate and was indomitable.

After the rehearsal, Zhang Liang walked up to an elderly worker who had lost his right leg, but his singing performance was so impressive that Zhang Liang couldn't help asking, "Master, you sing so well, how did you do it?"

The worker smiled and said, "Little Zhang Liang, it's nothing. I just like singing. Although my legs are not convenient, my love for life remains unchanged."

Zhang Liang nodded, tears welling up in his eyes: "Master, you are truly our role model."

That night, Zhang Liang returned to the dormitory, lay on the bed, and recalled the scenes of the day. The spirit of self-improvement of those disabled workers deeply moved him. He felt that his previous difficulties and setbacks were nothing. In front of them, he should work harder to meet every challenge in life.

The day of the performance finally arrived. The auditorium in the factory was decorated with a new look, and the workers filled the entire hall, all looking forward to this special performance. As members of the preparatory team, Zhang Liang and Li Chun were very busy, but they were extremely excited.

The performance began, and the lights on the stage illuminated the faces of every performer. They used their singing, laughter, and their talents to show their love for life and passion for work. The audience was deeply moved, and applause and cheers continued.

A worker who lost both hands held a brush between his feet and wrote a couplet on the spot: "Strive for self-improvement and be virtuous". These eight simple words contain endless power and wisdom. Zhang Liang couldn't hold back his tears when he saw this scene.

After the performance, the factory director came on stage to speak, his voice choking with tears: "Today, our colleagues have given us a vivid lesson with their talent and spirit. They have taught us what it means to be truly strong and what it means to truly love life. I am proud of you."

Zhang Liang and Li Chun stood backstage, watching every performer on the stage, their hearts filled with respect and emotion. They knew that this performance was not just a performance, but also a transmission of spirit and an inspiration of strength.

After the meeting, Li Chun said with emotion: "Little Zhang Liang, today really opened my eyes. The spirit of these colleagues is so touching."

Zhang Liang nodded: "Yes, Li Chun. They made me understand what true strength is. The difficulties we encounter in life and work are really nothing compared to them."

Li Chun sighed: "Yes, we must persevere."

In the following days, Zhang Liang worked harder, and whenever he encountered difficulties, he would think of the smiling faces of the disabled workers and their determined singing. This power became Zhang Liang's motivation to move forward, allowing him to constantly break through himself at work and achieve one achievement after another.

One evening, Zhang Liang was resting in the yard. Qin Huairu came over and said with a smile, "Little Zhang Liang, why are you sitting here alone in a daze today?"

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Sister Huairu, I'm thinking about something."

Qin Huairu asked with concern: "Is there anything bothering you? Tell us and we will help you share your worries."

Zhang Liang shook his head: "It's not a worry, I just have some feelings. The disabled workers in the factory really touched me."

Qin Huairu nodded: "Yes, their spirit is really admirable. We should learn from them, cherish every day and work hard."

Zhang Liang said with emotion: "Sister Huairu, you are right. I will work harder in the future and do a better job."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Little Zhang Liang, with your heart, we all believe that you will get better and better."

Life went on, Zhang Liang worked harder, and his efforts were recognized by the factory leaders and colleagues. Once, the factory held another commendation meeting, and Zhang Liang was named the annual outstanding employee. The factory director praised him at the meeting and hoped that he could continue to lead everyone to make progress together.

After the commendation meeting, Zhang Liang returned to the yard, and neighbors gathered around to congratulate him. Liu Haizhong smiled and said, "Little Zhang Liang, you are really good, you won another award."

Qin Huairu brought a bowl of fruit and said with a smile: "Come on, let's celebrate together. Little Zhang Liang is our pride today."

Zhang Liang looked at his neighbors and felt grateful and warm. He knew that his achievements today were inseparable from their support and encouragement.

At night, Zhang Liang lay in bed, thinking about what had happened during this period. From the art competition to the performance of disabled workers, to today's commendation meeting, everything made him feel the beauty and power of life. He knew that his future was full of hope and challenges, but as long as he had dreams and worked hard, he would be able to create a more brilliant tomorrow.

One weekend afternoon, Zhang Liang and Li Chun were chatting in the yard. Li Chun asked, "Little Zhang Liang, do you have any new plans?"

Zhang Liang thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I want to improve my skills and strive to lead everyone to progress together."

Li Chun agreed and said, "This is a good idea. Let's work together to do a better job in the factory."

Zhang Liang nodded: "Okay, Li Chun, let's work hard together!"

Since being promoted to deputy factory director, Zhang Liang's life and work have undergone tremendous changes. Every morning, he gets up early, puts on his clothes, walks out of the familiar alley, faces the rising sun, and enters the gate of the steel mill. Despite his busy life, he has never forgotten his original intention - to seek more benefits for the workers in the factory, improve work efficiency, and improve the working environment.

However, as his position was promoted, some obscure rumors began to spread in the factory. The whispers of the workers sometimes reached Zhang Liang's ears: "Have you heard? Zhang Liang was promoted because of his education, otherwise why would he be the deputy director?"

"That's right. We have been working here for so many years. We are all skilled workers. It's really unfair that the leader values ​​him so much just because he has a diploma."

These words were like tiny thorns that pierced Zhang Liang's heart. He understood the workers' emotions and their dissatisfaction, but he also knew that his efforts and contributions were no less than anyone else's. He did not respond to these rumors, but quietly proved himself at work.

One day, Zhang Liang was sorting documents in the office when the door was gently pushed open and Yi Zhonghai walked in. Yi Zhonghai was an old fitter in the factory with first-class skills, but he was stubborn and usually ignored Zhang Liang. His arrival today surprised Zhang Liang.

"Master Yi, is there anything wrong?" Zhang Liang stood up and asked with a smile.

Yi Zhonghai frowned, as if he was having a hard time speaking: "Little Zhang Liang, I heard... you are going to adjust the workflow of the workshop?"

Zhang Liang nodded: "Yes, Master Yi. I hope that through this adjustment, we can improve our production efficiency and make everyone's working environment more comfortable."

Yi Zhonghai sneered: "You are young, and it is a good thing to have ideas. However, I am afraid that your theoretical ideas may not work in practice."

Zhang Liang could hear the dissatisfaction in Yi Zhonghai's words, but he still maintained a calm tone: "Master Yi, I know everyone has doubts about my arrangement, but please believe me, I have considered this adjustment very carefully. If you have any comments or suggestions, please feel free to raise them at any time and we can discuss them together."