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The garment industry is under fierce challenges since this 20 years, after the product management, brand management, capital management and resource management in four phases, have been or are being realized by the family workshops to the factory management, by the factory management to group management, management by the Group to the joint-stock management tech form of mass production.
 
At this down time for garment industry, the goverment has opportunities to  increase the income of residents of clothing to stimulate the purchasing power. Upgrading of the consumption structure led directly to the sales pattern of changes in the volume rising on the basis of many enterprises are faced with is the sales pattern of innovation test. Human resources advantages. Low-cost competition is the main industry, professional and technical reserves, and low-cost human resources will lead to competition in two distinct destination.
 
January to September 2005 the per capita expenditure on clothing to 599.6 yuan over the same period in 2004 increased 32.7% per capita expenditures for the purchase of clothing 441.8 yuan, up 40.6%, accounting for 61.6% of the clothing expenditures, The former three quarter wearing Price over the same period last year by 24.8% price increase has been inspiring.
 
The overall expansion and upgrading of the structure of enterprises have more models to choose, a conditional basis and clothing enterprises must advance product upgrading strategic planning, China in the future there will certainly be able to rank their own brand, local luxury fashion brand born with the basic conditions. Chinese fashion market imbalances in the decision of the Chinese top garment brands must be regional.
 
National Textile Garment many professional colleges, These schools will undoubtedly exists for the development of garment industry provides a rich pool. So far, China have set up garment 104 scientific research institutions, universities wearing two, and more than 40 colleges and universities offering professional clothing (lines). These are the future of China’s clothing enterprises brand strategy fundamentals.

There were once two men, both seriously ill, in the same small room of a great hospital. Quite a small room, it had one window looking out on the world. One of the men, as part of his treatment, was allowed to sit up in bed for an hour in the afternoon (something to do with draining the fluid from his lungs). His bed was next to the window. But the other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

Every afternoon when the man next to the window was propped up for his hour, he would pass the time by describing what he could see outside. The window apparently overlooked a park where there was a lake. There were ducks and swans in the lake, and children came to throw them bread and sail model boats. Young lovers walked hand in hand beneath the trees, and there were flowers and stretches of grass, games of softball . And at the back, behind the fringe of trees, was a fine view of the city skyline.

The man on his back would listen to the other man describe all of this, enjoying every minute. He heard how a child nearly fell into the lake, and how beautiful the girls were in their summer dresses. His friend s descriptions eventually made him feel he could almost see what was happening outside.

Then one fine afternoon, the thought struck him: Why should the man next to the window have all the pleasure of seeing what was going on? Why shouldn t he get the chance? He felt ashamed, but the more he tried not to think like that, the worse he wanted a change. He d do anything! One night as he stared at the ceiling, the other man suddenly woke up, coughing and choking, his hands groping for the button that would bring the nurse running. But the man watched without moving-even when the sound of breathing stropped . In the morning, the nurse found the other man dead, and quietly took his body away.

As soon as it seemed decent, the man asked if he could be switched to the bed next to the window. So they moved him, tucked him in, and made him quite comfortable. The minute they left, he propped himself up on one elbow, painfully and laboriously, and looked out the window. It faced a blank wall.

    I can honestly say it was the best of times and the worst of times. I was joyfully expecting my first child at the same time that my once—energetic, zestful mother was losing her battle with a brain tumor.
    For ten years, my fiercely independent and courageous mother had fought, but none of the surgeries or treatment had been successful. Still, she never lost her ability to smile. But now, finally, at only fifty-five, she became totally disabled-unable to speak, walk eat or dress on her own.
   As she grew closer and closer to death, my baby grew closer and closer to life inside me. My biggest fear was that their lives would never connect. I grieved not only for the upcoming loss of my mother, but also that she and my baby would never know each other.
    My fear seemed well-founded. A few weeks before my due date, mother lapsed into a deep coma. Her doctors did not hold any hope; they told us her time was up. It was useless to put in a feeding tube, they said she would never awaken.
    We brought mother home to her own bed in her own house, and we insisted on care to keep her comfortable. As often as I could, I sat beside her and talked to her about the baby moving inside me. I hoped that somehow deep inside, she knew.
    One day on February, at about the same time my labor started, mother opened her eyes. When they told me this at the hospital, I called her home and asked for the phone to be put to Mom’s ear.
    “Mom, listen. The baby is coming! You’re going to have a new grandchild. Do you understand?”
    “Yes!”
    What a wonderful word! The first clear word she’d spoken in months!
    When I called again an hour later, the nurse at her house told me the impossible; Mom was sitting up, her oxygen tubes removed. She was smiling.
    “Mom, it’s a boy! You have a new grandson!”
    “Yes! Yes! I know!”
    Four words, four beautiful words.
    By the time I brought Jacob home, Mom was sitting in her chair, dressed and ready to welcome him. Tears of joy blocked my vision as I laid my son in her arms and she clucked at him.
    For two more weeks, Mother clucked, smiled and held Jacob. For two weeks she spoke to my father, her children and grandchildren in complete sentences. For two miracle weeks, she gave us joy.
    Then she quietly slipped back into a coma again, after visits from all her children, was finally free of the pain and confines of a body that no longer did her will.
    Memories of my son’s birth will always be bittersweet for me, but it was at this time that I learned an important truth about living. For while both joy and sorrow are fleeting, and often interwined, love has the power to overcome both. And love can last forever.