选调生考试申论：兴起识才爱才敬才用才之风

第一篇：选调生考试申论：兴起识才爱才敬才用才之风

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选调生考试申论范文：兴起识才爱才敬才用才之风

总书记强调，要在全社会大兴识才爱才敬才用才之风。这一要求充分体现了对人才工作的高度重视，对营造人才发展良好环境、大力推进人才事业发展提出的殷切期望。这就要求我们慧眼辨才、广路进才，思贤若渴、惜才如命，礼贤下士、敬重有加，扬长避短、人尽其才。

大兴识才爱才敬才用才之风，是党和国家事业发展的紧迫需要，是时代大势的呼唤。我们比历史上任何时期都更接近实现中华民族伟大复兴的宏伟目标，我们也比历史上任何时期都更加渴求各类优秀人才。引才聚才、留才用才，关键是环境，根基是文化。环境好，则人才聚、事业兴;环境不好，则人才散、事业衰。在全社会大兴识才爱才敬才用才之风，时不我待，势在必行。

必须看到，受落后保守的传统思想文化和计划经济“大锅饭”体制的影响，社会上束缚人才健康成长、妨碍人才发挥作用的思想观念和体制机制还不同程度地存在。“木秀于林风必摧之”的嫉贤妒能心理、“不患寡而患不均”的平均主义思想、“武大郎开店”的狭隘意识时有表现;人才评价标准单

一、人才流动身份固化、人才激励缺乏相融性等体制机制障碍亟待破除。弘扬尚贤爱才的优良传统，破除思想和体制机制障碍，是大兴识才爱才敬才用才之风当务之急。

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www.xiexiebang.com的政策环境、留才厚才的生活环境、爱才敬才的文化环境。大力宣传表彰优秀人才和重才用才的先进事迹，倡导科学的人才理念，培育尊重人才、见贤思齐的社会风尚，不断开创人人皆可成才、人人尽展其才的生动局面。

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第二篇：江泽民同志在“七一”讲话中指出领导干部要有识才的慧眼`用才的

Now, the VOA Special English Program, AMERICAN STORIES.(MUSIC)

Our story today is called “The Law of Life.” It was written by Jack London.Here is Shep O'Neal with the story.SHEP O'NEAL: The old Indian was sitting on the snow.It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe.Now, all he could do was sit and listen to the others.His eyes were old.He could not see, but his ears were wide open to every sound.“Aha.” That was the sound of his daughter, Sit-cum-to-ha.She was beating the dogs, trying to make them stand in front of the snow sleds.He was forgotten by her, and by the others, too.They had to look for new hunting grounds.The long, snowy ride waited.The days of the northlands were growing short.The tribe could not wait for death.Koskoosh was dying.The stiff, crackling noises of frozen animal skins told him that the chief's tent was being torn down.The chief was a mighty hunter.He was his son, the son of Koskoosh.Koskoosh was being left to die.As the women worked, old Koskoosh could hear his son's voice drive them to work faster.He listened harder.It was the last time he would hear that voice.A child cried, and a woman sang softly to quiet it.The child was Koo-tee, the old man thought, a sickly child.It would die soon, and they would burn a hole in the frozen ground to bury it.They would cover its small body with stones to keep the wolves away.“Well, what of it? A few years, and in the end, death.Death waited ever hungry.Death had the hungriest stomach of all.”

Koskoosh listened to other sounds he would hear no more: the men tying strong leather rope around the sleds to hold their belongings;the sharp sounds of leather whips, ordering the dogs to move and pull the sleds.“Listen to the dogs cry.How they hated the work.”

They were off.Sled after sled moved slowly away into the silence.They had passed out of his life.He must meet his last hour alone.“But what was that?” The snow packed down hard under someone's shoes.A man stood beside him, and placed a hand gently on his old head.His son was good to do this.He remembered other old men whose sons had not done this, who had left without a goodbye.His mind traveled into the past until his son's voice brought him back.“It is well with you?” his son asked.And the old man answered, “It is well.”

“There is wood next to you and the fire burns bright,” the son said.“The morning is gray and the cold is here.It will snow soon.Even now it is snowing.Ahh, even now it is snowing.”The tribesmen hurry.Their loads are heavy and their stomachs flat from little food.The way is long and they travel fast.I go now.All is well?“

”It is well.I am as last year's leaf that sticks to the tree.The first breath that blows will knock me to the ground.My voice is like an old woman's.My eyes no longer show me the way my feet go.I am tired and all is well.“

He lowered his head to his chest and listened to the snow as his son rode away.He

felt the sticks of wood next to him again.One by one, the fire would eat them.And step by step, death would cover him.When the last stick was gone, the cold would come.First, his feet would freeze.Then, his hands.The cold would travel slowly from the outside to the inside of him, and he would rest.It was easy...all men must die.He felt sorrow, but he did not think of his sorrow.It was the way of life.He had lived close to the earth, and the law was not new to him.It was the law of the body.Nature was not kind to the body.She was not thoughtful of the person alone.She was interested only in the group, the race, the species.This was a deep thought for old Koskoosh.He had seen examples of it in all his life.The tree sap in early spring;the new-born green leaf, soft and fresh as skin;the fall of the yellowed, dry leaf.In this alone was all history.He placed another stick on the fire and began to remember his past.He had been a great chief, too.He had seen days of much food and laughter;fat stomachs when food was left to rot and spoil;times when they left animals alone, unkilled;days when women had many children.And he had seen days of no food and empty stomachs, days when the fish did not come, and the animals were hard to find.For seven years the animals did not come.Then, he remembered when as a small boy how he watched the wolves kill a moose.He was with his friend Zing-ha, who was killed later in the Yukon River.Ah, but the moose.Zing-ha and he had gone out to play that day.Down by the river they saw fresh steps of a big, heavy moose.”He's an old one,“ Zing-ha had said.”He cannot run like the others.He has fallen behind.The wolves have separated him from the others.They will never leave him.“

And so it was.By day and night, never stopping, biting at his nose, biting at his feet, the wolves stayed with him until the end.Zing-ha and he had felt the blood quicken in their bodies.The end would be a sight to see.They had followed the steps of the moose and the wolves.Each step told a different story.They could see the tragedy as it happened: here was the place the moose stopped to fight.The snow was packed down for many feet.One wolf had been caught by the heavy feet of the moose and kicked to death.Further on, they saw how the moose had struggled to escape up a hill.But the wolves had attacked from behind.The moose had fallen down and crushed two wolves.Yet, it was clear the end was near.The snow was red ahead of them.Then they heard the sounds of battle.He and Zing-ha moved closer, on their stomachs, so the wolves would not see them.They saw the end.The picture was so strong it had stayed with him all his life.His dull, blind eyes saw the end again as they had in the far off past.For long, his mind saw his past.The fire began to die out, and the cold entered his body.He placed two more sticks on it, just two more left.This would be how long he would live.It was very lonely.He placed one of the last pieces of wood on the fire.Listen, what a strange noise for wood to make in the fire.No, it wasn't wood.His body shook as he recognized the sound...wolves.The cry of a wolf brought the picture of the old moose back to him again.He saw the body torn to pieces, with fresh blood running on the snow.He saw the clean bones lying gray against the frozen blood.He saw the rushing forms of the gray

wolves, their shinning eyes, their long wet tongues and sharp teeth.And he saw them form a circle and move ever slowly closer and closer.A cold, wet nose touched his face.At the touch, his soul jumped forward to awaken him.His hand went to the fire and he pulled a burning stick from it.The wolf saw the fire, but was not afraid.It turned and howled into the air to his brother wolves.They answered with hunger in their throats, and came running.The old Indian listened to the hungry wolves.He heard them form a circle around him and his small fire.He waved his burning stick at them, but they did not move away.Now, one of them moved closer, slowly, as if to test the old man's strength.Another and another followed.The circle grew smaller and smaller.Not one wolf stayed behind.Why should he fight? Why cling to life? And he dropped his stick with the fire on the end of it.It fell in the snow and the light went out.The circle of wolves moved closer.Once again the old Indian saw the picture of the moose as it struggled before the end came.He dropped his head to his knees.What did it matter after all? Isn't this the law of life?

(MUSIC)

FAITH LAPIDUS: You have just heard the American story ”The Law of Life.“ It was written by Jack London.Your storyteller was Shep O'Neal.Listen again next week for another American story in V.O.A.Special English.I'm Faith Lapidus.Now, the weekly Special English program, AMERICAN STORIES.(MUSIC)Our story today is called ”To Build a Fire.“ It was written by Jack London.Here is Harry Monroe with the story.(MUSIC)HARRY MONROE: The man walked down the trail on a cold, gray day.Pure white snow and ice covered the Earth for as far as he could see.This was his first winter in Alaska.He was wearing heavy clothes and fur boots.But he still felt cold and uncomfortable.The man was on his way to a camp near Henderson Creek.His friends were already there.He expected to reach Henderson Creek by six o'clock that evening.It would be dark by then.His friends would have a fire and hot food ready for him.A dog walked behind the man.It was a big gray animal, half dog and half wolf.The dog did not like the extreme cold.It knew the weather was too cold to travel.The man continued to walk down the trail.He came to a frozen stream called Indian Creek.He began to walk on the snow-covered ice.It was a trail that would lead him straight to Henderson Creek and his friends.As he walked, he looked carefully at the ice in front of him.Once, he stopped suddenly, and then walked around a part of the frozen stream.He saw that an underground spring flowed under the ice at that spot.It made the ice thin.If he stepped there, he might break through the ice into a pool of water.To get his boots wet in such cold weather might kill him.His feet would turn to ice quickly.He could freeze to death.At about twelve o'clock, the man decided to stop to eat his lunch.He took off the glove on his right hand.He opened his jacket and shirt, and pulled out his bread and meat.This took less than twenty seconds.Yet, his fingers began to freeze.He hit his hand against his leg several times until he felt a sharp pain.Then he quickly put his glove on his hand.He made a fire, beginning with small pieces of wood and adding larger ones.He sat on a snow-covered log and ate his lunch.He enjoyed the warm fire for a few minutes.Then he stood up and started walking on the frozen stream again.A half hour later, it happened.At a place where the snow seemed very solid, the ice broke.The man's feet sank into the water.It was not deep, but his legs got wet to the knees.The man was angry.The accident would delay his arrival at the camp.He would have to build a fire now to dry his clothes and boots.He walked over to some small trees.They were covered with snow.In their branches were pieces of dry grass and wood left by flood waters earlier in the year.He put several large pieces of wood on the snow, under one of the trees.On top of the wood, he put some grass and dry branches.He pulled off his gloves, took out his matches, and lighted the fire.He fed the young flame with more wood.As the fire grew stronger, he gave it larger pieces of wood.He worked slowly and carefully.At sixty degrees below zero, a man with wet feet must not fail in his first attempt to build a fire.While he was walking, his blood had kept all parts of his body warm.Now that he had stopped, cold was forcing his blood to withdraw deeper into his body.His wet feet had frozen.He could not feel his fingers.His nose was frozen, too.The skin all over his body felt cold.Now, however, his fire was beginning to burn more strongly.He was safe.He sat under the tree and thought of the old men in Fairbanks.The old men had told him that no man should travel alone in the Yukon when the temperature is sixty degrees below zero.Yet here he was.He had had an accident.He was alone.And he had saved himself.He had built a fire.Those old men were weak, he thought.A real man could travel alone.If a man stayed calm, he would be all right.The man's boots were covered with ice.The

strings on his boots were as hard as steel.He would have to cut them with his knife.He leaned back against the tree to take out his knife.Suddenly, without warning, a heavy mass of snow dropped down.His movement had shaken the young tree only a tiny bit.But it was enough to cause the branches of the tree to drop their heavy load.The man was shocked.He sat and looked at the place where the fire had been.The old men had been right, he thought.If he had another man with him, he would not be in any danger now.The other man could build the fire.Well, it was up to him to build the fire again.This time, he must not fail.The man collected more wood.He reached into his pocket for the matches.But his fingers were frozen.He could not hold them.He began to hit his hands with all his force against his legs.After a while, feeling came back to his fingers.The man reached again into his pocket for the matches.But the tremendous cold quickly drove the life out of his fingers.All the matches fell onto the snow.He tried to pick one up, but failed.The man pulled on his glove and again beat his hand against his leg.Then he took the gloves off both hands and picked up all the matches.He gathered them together.Holding them with both hands, he scratched the matches along his leg.They immediately caught fire.He held the blazing matches to a piece of wood.After a while, he became aware that he could smell his hands burning.Then he began to feel the pain.He opened his hands, and the blazing matches fell on to the snow.The flame went out in a puff of gray smoke.The man looked up.The dog was still watching him.The man got an idea.He would kill the dog and bury his hands inside its warm body.When the feeling came back to

his fingers, he could build another fire.He called to the dog.The dog heard danger in the man's voice.It backed away.The man called again.This time the dog came closer.The man reached for his knife.But he had forgotten that he could not bend his fingers.He could not kill the dog, because he could not hold his knife.The fear of death came over the man.He jumped up and began to run.The running began to make him feel better.Maybe running would make his feet warm.If he ran far enough, he would reach his friends at Henderson Creek.They would take care of him.It felt strange to run and not feel his feet when they hit the ground.He fell several times.He decided to rest a while.As he lay in the snow, he noticed that he was not shaking.He could not feel his nose or fingers or feet.Yet, he was feeling quite warm and comfortable.He realized he was going to die.Well, he decided, he might as well take it like a man.There were worse ways to die.The man closed his eyes and floated into the most comfortable sleep he had ever known.The dog sat facing him, waiting.Finally, the dog moved closer to the man and caught the smell of death.The animal threw back its head.It let out a long, soft cry to the cold stars in the black sky.And then it tuned and ran toward Henderson Creek...where it knew there was food and a fire.(MUSIC)

SHEP O'NEAL: You have just heard the AMERICAN STORY called ”To Build a Fire." It was written by Jack London and adapted for Special English by Dona de Sanctis.Your storyteller was Harry Monroe.For VOA Special English, this is Shep O'Neal.

第三篇：2015青海选调生考试热点：怎样提速降费才能让人满意

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2015青海选调生考试热点：怎样提速降费才能让人满意

【导语】2015年选调生考试时事政治热点，无论是在选择题中还是申论材料里都有可能设考点。为了帮助2015年选调生考生及时了解国际国内动态，丰富时政知识，中公选调生考试网整理国内外时事政治热点汇总，为2015年选调生考试提供了一份完整的时事备考资料。

【选调生申论热点】怎样提速降费才能让人满意【背景链接】

三大运营商能够在短短的几天时间内拿出提速降费方案，算是有一定诚意。但是，指望着靠行政推动的改革，想修成正果，恐怕会很难。5月17日是一年一度的世界电信日，对于中国亿万网民而言，今年的电信日可以说是有史以来最“实惠”的电信日，因为就在刚刚过去的5月15日，三大电信运营商同时公布了“降费提速”新方案。动作较快的北京联通已经宣布自17日开始，启动第四次免费宽带提速。

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虽然方案不乏流量不清零、流量可转赠或交易等亮点，且三大运营商都有了降低资费的具体目标和措施，但是，从网友对新方案的评价来看，似乎得分并不高，诸如“换汤不换药”、“诚意不足”等评价仍占据上风。

出现这样的结果，完全可以预料。从比较的角度来看，其他国家、特别是发达国家，早就实现了网速快、资费低，所以，公众对提速降费的期望值也就不可避免地会高一些的。

回过头来讲，三大运营商能够在短短的几天时间内拿出提速降费方案，也可以算是有一定诚意的。但是，指望着靠行政推动的改革，想修成正果，恐怕会很难。只要有垄断做依靠，企业就不可能真正按照市场规律办事。

也正因为如此，面对三大运营商提出的提速降费方案，在给予肯定和认可的同时，更希望看到出现实质性的改变和转变，也就是让自己成为真正的市场主体，提速也好，降费也罢，服务也行，都能够按照市场需求和消费者需要，拿出更为具体、详细、具有可操作性明确的时间表。同时，要与消费者保持平等地位，尤其不要在运营过程中，过多使用诸如套餐这样看似给消费者“实惠”、实际却常设陷阱的所谓服务。舆论和公众之所以对此次方案不满意，很大程度上也与三大运营商平时的不诚信有关，导致提速降费的诚意率受到质疑。

而要实现这样的转变，最有效的办法就是加大改革力度，创造有利于企业作出实质性转变的市场环境。其中，打破垄断，降低市场进入门槛，让非公有制资本进入通信领域，注入更多市场元素，是最核心的问题。

总之，对此次三大运营商提出的方案，不要一棍子打死，而要给予更多的鼓励。在鼓励的基础上，加快通信领域的改革步伐，尽快建立开放、有序的竞争格局。到时候，即便因为客观因素的影响，速度、资费等都没有达到发达国家的水平，消费者也容易接受一些。

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第四篇：2015河南军转考试申论备考：抓落实,“军令状”才成信任状

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跟立“军令状”的决心与姿态相较，群众更关心实际成效。一锤接着一锤敲的实干，正是践行诺言的最好途径

晒出往年成绩单、立下来年“军令状”，已成地方两会的常见景象。最近，随着各地两会陆续召开，不少地方政府写就的2015版“承诺书”频频见诸媒体。不过，人们也关注，去年立下的“军令状”现在有没有落实?如何避免政府承诺成为空头支票?

“军令状”是鼓舞士气的宣言书，更是沉甸甸的责任状。2014年地方两会期间，河北严令钢铁、水泥、玻璃不得新增一吨产能，浙江承诺“三公”经费零增长，陕西提出全省100万人实现脱贫„„经过扎实努力，产能压减超额完成任务，经费减支超乎预期，扶贫成绩再上新台阶。有的地方因为大气污染治理未达预期目标，当地就此专门向人大提交了有关报告。政府立“军令状”自我加压，接受人民检验和监督，体现了责任与担当，起到了凝聚共识、推进改革的作用，老百姓看在眼里、点赞在心里。

现代社会，信用堪称最大的资本。对个人来说，“人无信则无人信”;对政府而言，说到做到可谓公信力的试金石。不能忽视的是，今年地方两会上，也有少数地方对承诺事项避而不谈，对于少数没有达成的目标，甚至都没给出简单的解释。这未免令人遗憾。

许下诺言容易，兑现承诺则仰赖不折不扣的行动。作为政府部门，有必要不断完善工作机制、建立专项台账，及时盘点、仔细对表，对有违承诺进行认真说明和必要修补，避免昔日的誓言随风飘散。政府苦练内功的同时，要想让“军令状”更好的激发正向作用，也离不开外力的介入。在全面依法治国的时代语境下，着力完善相关制度，落实各级人大的监督与问责功能，同时畅通渠道，强化社会监督、舆论监督，则是督促政府言必信、行必果的重要举措。

空谈误国，实干兴邦。总书记强调，“如果不沉下心来抓落实，再好的目标，再好的蓝图，也只是镜中花、水中月。”一些地方年初口号喊得山响，擅长推出“10件实事”“8项惠民工程”，到了年底往往只办成五六件，余下的便不了了之;一些领导干部谈论改革时豪情满怀，一旦轮到抓落实，就干打雷不下雨、充满畏难情绪。长此以往，流失的是公信力，消耗的是宝贵的执政资源。

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央全面深化改革领导小组确定的80个重点改革任务基本完成，中央有关部门还完成了108个改革任务，各方面共出台370条改革举措„„一连串的实绩告诉全社会：一锤接着一锤敲的实干，正是践行诺言的最好途径。

一些群众之所以存在“老不信”心理，跟某些政府部门和干部重承诺轻践诺、屡屡失信于民有莫大关系。群众的眼睛是雪亮的。跟立“军令状”的决心与姿态相较，大家更关心实际成效。从这个意义上说，在深化改革的每一个环节中，各级政府惟有主动对接需求、以百姓之心为心，狠抓落实、把好事办好，才能真正把工作做到群众心坎上，用看得见、摸得着的变化赢得支持与信任。这样，“军令状”才会成为凝心聚力的信任状。

人无信不立，国无信不兴。2015年是全面深化改革的关键之年，今日改革洪波奔涌的澎湃气象来之不易，当此之时，尤须全国上下一鼓作气谋改革，真刀真枪抓落实。以时不我待的紧迫感履行对人民的庄严承诺，蹄疾步稳地推进各项工作，我们的梦想一定会渐行渐近。

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