What is the beauty of the times? Workers' oily blue overalls are the most beautiful, and farmers' thick hands are the most beautiful. The face of the working people tanned by the scorching sun is the most beautiful, the rough and majestic labor chant is the most beautiful voice, and the soul of those who make unremitting efforts for socialist construction is the most beautiful. All these constitute the beauty of our time. If someone thinks this is not beautiful, then he doesn't understand our time.