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1. General manager for a factory 2. management expertise. 3. professional in foreign business 4. Skillful command of English. 5. Talented poet especially for Chinese traditional poetry 6. Music lover. 7. wine enthusiast. 8. Car fans 9. Brand and culture ambassador. 10. To be found 胜州令.世界多难（郑意孃体） 文/李文冠（湖南） 那堪北雨日。檐飞飘絮，故园秋秩。 岭南客、四方凡望，鼎盛却图闲适。 西迁人物，战和勒出余生疾。 可惜了，迁谪从新役。 定居未购宅。零落江山悉。 原来到海，彼岸徐、生平望，望夫望妻方毕。 未知返、战火前头，金枝玉叶旧迹。 人将洗脚上田，九州闻生息。 又见路长，辗转衣衫湿。 驾长车未觅。梦寐逢霹雳。 零落是秋笛。涨衰汪洋见得顺逆。 勉强笑、命也时也，爱恨怎分颜色。 高潮时分，已是败柳残花，日日泡沫，口吹寻龙易。 恰恰几载后，世界风雨急。 成杀伐、腥风血雨，写春秋、敢问涕泣。 四方战火起，焚琴煮鹤，只求无敌。 敢怜日下苍生，我和他，同执多事笔。立那北南极。 "Magistrate of Sheng Prefecture: A World in Turmoil" In the Style of Zheng Yiniang By Li Wenguan (Hunan) How can one endure the northern rains, day after day? Drifting plumage from the eaves, as autumn settles in the old land. A wanderer in the southern hills, gazing afar in all directions, Once at the height of glory, now seeking only simple comforts. Westward, lives uprooted, struggling for survival amidst war and peace. Alas, their exile brings fresh labors, settling without a home to claim, Scattered lands now laid bare. Looking towards the sea, to distant shores—where life’s dreams wait fulfilled, Where husbands and wives long for reunions, their vigils coming to an end. Yet the return remains uncertain, as flames of war still loom ahead. Golden branches and jade leaves, echoes of a bygone era. Men wash their feet to toil in fields, while the Nine Provinces hear the breath of life anew. Once again, the roads lengthen, and in the turns, garments grow damp with sweat. Chariots drive on without finding a path, as dreams meet with the thunder’s strike. Autumn flutes sing of scattered souls, The tides rise and fall, revealing fate’s ebb and flow. One forces a smile, for destiny and time move as they please— How can love and hate be told apart? At the peak, even the graceful willow has withered, Day after day, bubbles rise, and in a fleeting breath, a dragon’s lair is sought. Only a few years pass, and the world plunges into fierce storms. Slaughter reigns, with blood and winds tainting the pages of history. In a bold stroke, who will ask if tears are shed? Fires of war erupt on all sides, burning zithers and boiling cranes, Seeking only to conquer all. Who will pity the fallen souls beneath the sun? Together, we wield pens that speak of tumult, Marking out the poles, North and South, in defiance of fate.