Police tea
Life is like tea, only those who know how to appreciate and cherish it know its preciousness, only those who really feel and taste it with their hearts understand its joy, and the life of the police is the same.
Brew a cup of light green tea, in the boiling water to watch the small leaves slowly stretch, the essence of the heavens and the earth to slowly release, and then slowly suspended, gradually sink into the bottom of the cup, as the tea gradually becomes darker, through the cup to see, the world is like an emerald dream, the so-called "hand crushing new tea to break sleep, a little snow waves to drive away thoughts." ”
Pick it up, drink it, taste bitter, refresh. The way of government is like tea, and the road from the police is also like tea. The spirit of self-sacrifice in which tea leaves are placed in boiling water is a realm of indisputable behavior, and I can't help but think of the colleagues around me who are obscure, conscientious, and selflessly dedicated to ordinary grass-roots police stations for several years, which is awe-inspiring.
Take another sip from the teacup, and feel that it is not as bitter as the first sip, but has some fragrant aftertaste. The life of the police is like this, many times, our work seems to be spent in the plain, but it is in these seemingly ordinary small things that we continue to grow and mature, so that when we can really appreciate the taste of it, we find that all this is like tasting tea: the lightness of tea, the lightness of clarity; the elegance of tea, the elegance of nature; the fragrance of tea, the fragrance of purity. This feeling is plain but the charm is still there, the elegance is silent, and the dark fragrance is floating lightly. This is a kind of temperament that is simple and natural, washed away from lead, and detached from vulgarity, and I think this is also the temperament and character that a people's police should have.
Unconsciously, the tea was exhausted, the water was renewed, and once again I saw the tea leaves in the cup swirling with the water vortex, churning up and down, and the tea leaves were completely stretched out at this time, more ethereal than when they first opened. Although there is a hint of bitterness in the days at the grassroots level, we are like tea leaves that have just been poured into the teacup with boiling water, undergoing experience in boiling, although it seems bitter, it is about to overflow a full cup of fragrance in it, after experiencing boiling, rotation, precipitation, we have relaxed our bones and bones, and increased our minds. Looking back, what floats up is the past, and what sinks is the heart.
Writer/Author
Yuan Lingli
Female, from Lanzhou, Gansu, graduate degree, police officer of Chengguan Police Station of Jingchuan County Public Security Bureau, third-level police chief. Since childhood, he loves to write, his writing is fresh and chic, he often uses words to record his life after work, and he has published more than 90 articles in the clients of "China Net", "Xinhua News Agency" and "Gansu Daily", "China Gansu Net", "Pingliang Daily" and other media. He is currently a member of the Jingchuan County Writers Association and a member of the Jingchuan County Public Security Literary Association.
△ "Back Shadow"
Art/Author: Qingyang Huan County Public Security Bureau Zhang Yuying
★ Spring rhymes ★
"When you know the east wind, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring." Summer, lightning and thunder, white lotus fragrance; autumn, the sky is high and cloudy, the mountains are red; winter, the cold wind is biting, the snow is white, but I still love spring the most, because it takes me into the revived and vibrant nature of all things, takes me to sing on the beams, takes me to run in the fields, takes me to walk in the park, takes me to play by the stream. Spring, like a delicate and lovely flower, is angry in the north and south of the motherland, inside and outside the Great Wall.
"Overnight the east wind stained the green light, and several slopes of peach Li Ruoxia flew. The old farmer whip urged the cattle to step, and the warblers and frogs sang the swallow return. "Spring rain silk, kissing all things." Peach blossoms are shy and full of buds. Spring is coming, Yunya Temple mountain bright water show, birds and flowers; toward the clouds steaming Xiawei, blue waves; Yuntai Mountain purple qi lingering, a hundred flowers competing for beauty; Chen Jiadong spring color beautiful, deer running birdsong; Red Cliff Bay warbler song and swallow dance, apricot rain pear cloud; Erlang Peak peach willow beauty, pine cypress tuqing; Bauhinia Mountain Sanskrit yin Yuanyuan, spring meaning shan shan.
△ "Spring Breeze Xiangrui"
Art/Author: Zhao Weiyou, Kuntong Branch of Pingliang Municipal Public Security Bureau
"Peach blossoms are red and rainy, and the desert of the willow causeway is fragrant and thin." Red Aphidge shines in the eyes, and yellow willow soothes the eyebrows. The spring chicken stirs up the waves of spring; the barking of the dog washes away the cold of winter; the spring thunder snores, awakening the silent sky; the swallows murmur and drift into the supreme spring rhyme. Chun Yan cut through the clear sky with sharp scissors and composed a wonderful spring prelude; a tender yellow grass quietly protruded its small head, squinted and raised its hands, stretched out a little lazily, and could not help but "ah" a sound, and then cocked Erlang's legs and gently leaned on a piece of dirt to bask in the sun; a small frog sleeping in the cave, suddenly awakened by the rolling spring thunder, very reluctantly opened its hazy sleeping eyes, stomped on its calves and yawned, only to hear a "croak", which immediately broke the surrounding tranquility. Worried about waking up its neighbor next door, it looked left and right, quickly closed its mouth, and then jumped to the mouth of the cave, tilting its head to look up at the rainy sky, as if thinking about something; the willow girl by the Luo River felt the gentle sunshine while twisting in the breeze. She smiled shyly, with a charming light in her eyes, and from time to time she threw a wink, fiddling with Lou Ting's slender jade hand, moving the exquisite "three-inch golden lotus", and dancing the breathtaking "neon dress" and "feather coat", as if dancing with the rhythm of spring. The willows are dipped in crisp bird songs, stained with mellow raindrops, wetting the thoughts of the season. The willow buds are sharp and sharp, like the yellow mouth of a goose, gently knocking on the door of winter, occupying the branches of the spring light; the larks on the Bauhinia Mountain also drum up their tongue springs and sing a gentle and pleasant natural sound. The breeze is gentle, and the wind dedicates their beautiful songs to the flowers and grasses on the mountain. Peach blossom listened obsessively, couldn't help but shed a few drops of pink tears, gently condensed on the ground, kissed the warm earth; bauhinia listened attentively, quietly lying on the bamboo chair, slapping the jade leg with her hand, and actually hummed a small song; Xiaocao was also drunk, twisting and twisting with the beat of the music, very cheerful.
△ "Spring Rhyme"
Art/Author: Pingliang City Public Security Bureau Traffic Police Detachment Jia Jianjun
Spring is a collection of poems, birds write the beginning of the volume with a gentle rhythm, flowers use feminine appearances with illustrations, ploughs and hoes open the exquisite poetry lines between the ridges, swallows stay on the telephone poles to become notes, spring thunder chants with depression and excitement, the wind wears the spring girl's dancing shoes, between the blue sky and white clouds, dancing spring ballet...
I love spring and I prefer the rhythm of spring.
Writer/Author
Wei Junjun
Male, Han Ethnicity, Pingliang people of Gansu, pen name Shangguan Feilong. I like to read and write, travel photography, I like to record life with words on weekdays, and in my spare time, I write hard, and publish papers, news propaganda reports and articles in "English Literature", "Overseas English Translation", "Overseas Headlines", "Xinhua News Agency" client " People's Daily " People's Daily " Client " Gansu Daily " , China Gansu Net " , " Pingliang Daily " Kun Tong "Bauhinia "Bauhinia "Bauhinia "Literary Style" in my spare time. He is currently a member of the China Prose and Poetry Writers Association, a member of the China Writers Network, a member of the China Poetry Network, a member of the China Novel Network, a correspondent of the China Gansu Network, a correspondent of the Gansu Education Network, a member of the Pingliang Writers Association, a member of the Poetry Association, a member of the Writers and Artists Association, and a vice chairman of the Zhuanglang Writers Association.
△ "Also Show Sticker"
△ "Declaration Form"
Calligraphy/Author: Li Ruiwen, Public Security Bureau of Wudu District, Longnan City
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