For most people, the most unforgettable things in one's life are childhood and school days. In those days, we like to plant our dreams on the Yuan Ye in our hearts and wait for the future harvest. Yes, as long as there is fire in your heart, warm hope will not go out. At any time, as long as there is hope, we can break through difficulties and fly our dreams.
When I was young, poverty was an inherent feature of that era. On the river bed of memory, the endless green in spring is the most vivid and vivid thing left in my heart. Many years later, some things will become more and more clear and grow in my heart as time goes by. The thirst for knowledge in childhood is like the thirst for mountain springs in summer, and learning is a happy thing. When I was in Grade One, my Chinese teacher Qiu Yuanyuan was a newly graduated normal student. She can speak very good Mandarin. When she recited Zhu Ziqing's prose "Spring", it seemed as if a colorful picture was unfolding in front of us, and the breath of spring quietly flowed into our hearts. She broke the routine of teaching for many years and made us recite dictionaries and ancient poems. She put classic works and Chinese studies on the podium, and her unusual achievements were ruthlessly blocked by her coming to school. That is, at that time, I privately recited four ancient poems, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and read many literary books. Many years later, I found that what I learned at that time was the wealth that I benefited from all my life. In the college entrance examination, I was wrongly admitted to the police academy. When I graduated, I tried to stay in school as a teacher, but for various reasons, I wanted to become a broken kite and leave everything to the beautiful sky. My dream has become a stranded ship, and I need to wait for the next tide.
From 65438 to 0996, I was assigned to Huainan Public Security Bureau. It's been thirteen years in a flash, and more than ten years of grass-roots life have given me too much gain and insight. Streams are the easiest way to age people, turning cherries red and plantains green. Youth has become a memory, calm and powerful. After years of accumulation and experience, I have a mature trend like Mid-Autumn rice. It turns out that all ideals are not contradictory, and all efforts are efforts. I didn't become a teacher after all, but I found a completely different scenery at another entrance of my life. The meaning of growth, for me, is to deepen my professional core step by step. After more than ten years, I not only fell in love with the profession of police, but also knew how to do it and how to do it better. The people's police is a profession, but also a mission, and what is associated with this profession and mission is a spirit. Many years ago, influenced by writers Hai Yan and Zhang Chenggong, I always wanted to write the fighting life and soul of the police into my own words, which aroused the literary dream that had been silent for many years, and the idea of writing a police novel was ready to move. After contact with a group of old policemen, this desire is even stronger, and I can't sleep for a long time at night. Calm down and ask, what is a policeman? The police is a responsibility, a standing wall, between justice and evil, defending the dignity of the law with flesh and blood; This is a silent monument. In peacetime, the meaning of dedication is written with life and vividness. I tried to define myself and the group behind me in perfect language, and suddenly found that the language was so pale that no word or sentence could be accurately expressed.
Why write a novel? Writer Wang Xiaobo quoted a climber's answer. Asked why he climbed the mountain, he said, "Because the mountain is over there". For me, because novels are the scenery beyond the mountain, there is an infinitely beautiful and rich world. I once had a genius dream like the writer Zhang Ailing. Unfortunately, she became a literary genius, but the road to genius became more and more bumpy. I decided to start writing a novel about public security, which is an arduous and challenging task for me. Because only by flying can we know the vastness of the sky, so we often turn ourselves into a bird.
Misty rain and sunshine passed by again and again, waiting for time to shuttle through the cycle, and finally learned to live a quiet life. When the days are like meteors, I suddenly understand that persistence is actually an attitude. If you love, you will have happiness. Cherish the cause, grasp the present and gather every glory. Today's sunshine is your best gift.