Unity is strength. "Unity is power" has been covered with the color of "faith" since the people of China rallied as a force under the leadership of the producers of * * *. And China has become a name that the world can't ignore. Isn't it because of that "belief"? In popular terms, it is "team spirit". The ancestors of mankind, as a team, did it themselves and had plenty of food and clothing. The turning point of history depends not on individuals, but on collective strength. Even in the animal kingdom, small and exquisite piranhas can kill tons of behemoths, and small ants can escape floods and fires, relying on "team spirit." And now, in this competitive era, do we still have the spare capacity to say "My site, listen to me"? The team is like a convex lens, concentrating scattered forces on one point; She is a megaphone, turning micro-songs into shouts, affecting further places. Wisdom, experience and experience make it impossible for us to ignore "team spirit". In that era of ruthless competition and frequent complaints, there is a collective that can do its best and rely on it with peace of mind. Isn't it like a sailor wandering on the ocean, who is the best friend and the iron brother, living the most hearty life and singing the loudest melody? No matter how great a person is, it is inseparable from the group; No matter how clever a person is, he can't become a god and get rid of everyone. Liu Bang achieved imperial career, while the heroic Xiang Yu committed suicide in Wujiang River. History will tell you wisely that the wisdom of one person is not equal to the wisdom of 10 thousand people, that history will not change because of individuals, and that unity is what strength means. That's right. Three cobblers are worth one Zhuge Liang. Great achievements are accumulated in seemingly small individuals. Edison is famous for electric lights, and he can't live without dusty workers; The miracle of Japan's rapid rise is inseparable from the thrifty people. A person who wants to be separated from others is a "new blind man" in the new era. Disdaining micro-will, he spent his whole life in a place a few steps away from the origin. At best, he is like a passer-by in the desert, circling around, but only returning to the starting point. A flower, no matter how small, needs rain, fertile soil, sunshine and green leaves. The success of a shovel, even if it is less, depends on ten fingers. When you enter a new era, don't forget that unity is strength.