The 1576th "Night Watchman" of Shuangpo Yakou, Yunnan
Author: Chen Yu
As night falls, the endless Yunling Mountains quietly regain their depth and tranquility, and the 320 National Highway is like a long dragon living in the mountains, with endless streams of vehicles flowing in the "blood", and several cars on weekends have come one after another, adding a bit of excitement to the duty work. At this moment, the lights of the duty field are bright, and the 8 "Mukang people" of the second group on duty are continuing the glory of the "anti-drug pioneer station", silently guarding this "artery" connecting the border and the inland day and night, removing the "cancer" in it, and ensuring the tranquility and stability of the border.
I am a Beijing girl, today, is the 88th day of my work from the first national gate to the Mukang border checkpoint of the Dehong Border Management Detachment in Yunnan, and I am also the 1576th flag recipient of the Mukang Anti-Narcotics Pioneer Station.
"Hello, border check, please show your valid ID". This short sentence, accompanied by a salute, after being repeated over and over again, finally became my subconscious action before cross-examination.
The car window fell, a family of three appeared in the line of sight, and the little boy whose mother was sitting in the back row was almost four or five years old, holding a bright five-star red flag in his hand, and his white face was full of childlike pride, which made the originally serious and tense atmosphere a little more lively.
It is the weekend, and this happy family is enjoying a harmonious and happy life. Although I didn't want to disturb their happy times, my duties told me that I had to check the personnel information, vehicles and luggage items in detail according to the workflow.
Just as I was about to let go, the little boy suddenly held out his hand and said, "Sister policeman, the red flag is for you." The little boy's childish voice reached the heart socket and pumped out a stream of warm currents, which struck me with tiredness. I responded happily: "Thank you, sister at work, can't ask for your gift." ”
Looking at the family driving away, I can't help but think of the scene at this time last year, accompanying my parents, talking about the world, all joyful - but, too late to reminisce, time does not allow a moment of reverie, the next car has driven into the inspection area, the cycle of investigation work has begun, and the strict and cautious sense of work has instantly squeezed away the mental relaxation.
It was late at night, and as always, I inspected a car, a person. A middle-aged man drove to a stop and was examined. Unlike the impatience of others, he was gentle, patient and cooperative, and responded to my work with a greeting: "You have worked hard! Almost gratefully, I replied, "Thank you for your cooperation, this is what we should do!" His simple words are like a fire in the dark rainforest, giving people warmth and brightness.
After a brief conversation, I knew that he was an administrator of a local government agency who had just returned home from a busy job. At that moment, I deeply felt that it was the silent persistence and hard work of ordinary people in various posts that brought about a beautiful life of prosperity and peace and thousands of lights.
This is the case with border checks. Regardless of the midsummer and cold winter, the rising sun and the night, the clear sky and wind and rain, the border police always stick to the border line, and welcome thousands of people in the way of "gatekeepers". In the day-to-day, plain and silent perseverance, there is the danger of fighting crime all the time, the exhaustion of continuous combat and the strange vision of not being understood, and there are also warm moments that warm people's hearts, like the kindness of a little boy and the understanding of strangers, which are enough to make people excited.
Looking at China's vast borders, whether it is the inspection and inspection of airports and ports, or the wading of mountains and snowy plains, whether it is the interior or the frontier, what has changed is the location and people, and what has not changed is the duty and mission of the immigration management police. From the First National Gate to Yunling Xiongguan, from the bustling city to the southwest frontier, I saw countless immigration management police around me, who are using loyalty to cast the iron wall of the national gate line, composing the heroic history of the cause of immigration management.
At some point, the stars receded, and the morning light passed through the morning glow and over the mountains and forests, awakening the daytime hustle and bustle of the 320 National Highway.
The comrades on the morning shift came, and the battle horn of the "Mukang people" continued to sound.