Ah! Sentinel,
What an ordinary and simple job title this is.
You stick to your post day and night,
taking in everything in the world with your sharp eyes.
In midsummer,
you are like a poplar in the scorching sun;
in severe winter,
you are like a green pine in the snow. .
Thunderstorms are just a breeze,
Ice and snow are even more calm.
You have never given a speech in public,
nor have you appeared on the screen or in newspapers.
Just perform their duties in obscurity,
Day after day,
Year after year,
Tirelessly,
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Don’t strive for vanity.
You rarely get the chance to rise to the top, and
you rarely get a promotion.
Be willing to do your job without fame or gain,
and put unlimited joy into the hard work.
Treating guests to a banquet,
I didn’t expect to invite you to the table;
Giving gifts at the back door,
I never asked about you;
Only when checking the guard at night,
did I discover——
What is quietly accompanying you is——
The cold frost covering the earth ,
The cold star in the lonely sky.
Ah! Sentinel,
What a great and sacred title this is.
This greatness -
is reflected in the whiteness of your life,
the sincerity of your liver and gallbladder;
this sacredness -
The importance comes from your position,
The eternity of dedication.