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何为统计?或许,触摸到了他的脉搏,便能感知到他的冷暖。统计,或是统计人头上的一片天。天空有多高,天空有多远,在这片天空下,无数统计人或抬头仰望,或锁眉凝思,寻找答案的过程中,或曾无数遍地问询过自己,将一个不易于拉直的问号埋藏在心里。统计,或是统计人脚下的一方地。地里耕耘着辛勤,播种着希冀,在这片辛勤与希望并存的土地上,无数统计人不断地奔忙劳作,一代一代,一茬一茬,生生不息。细密的缝隙和浸满沧桑的皱褶里,留下一串串长长的足迹。
What is the statistics? Perhaps, touched his pulse, you can feel his warmth. Statistics, or statistics on the head of a day. How high the sky, how far the sky, in this sky, countless statisticians or look up, or lock eyebrows meditation, looking for answers in the process, or had numerous inquires himself, will not be easy to straighten Question mark buried in my heart. Statistics, or statisticians at the foot of one. The land is hard-working, sown with hope, and on this land where both hard work and hope co-exist, countless statisticians keep bustling hard and work hard continuously from one generation to another. Fine cracks and wrinkles full of vicissitudes, leaving a long series of footprints.