The earth is still asleep.
You have quietly quietly.
Get out of bed
Touch a child's innocent smile
Get out of the warm home
Facing the morning breeze blowing from the alley
And the barking of dogs in the suburbs
The shield on the arm swings in a beautiful arc.
The national emblem on your head shines through your circular sentry.
When the traffic lights wake up the first loud noise of the day
And you put peace in the back of the car.
The child said, Dad, you are so bitter.
But you said, son, you don't understand. This is the father's responsibility.
When the hot sun is scorching the hot land
Even the cicada singing turned into a tired moan.
You are straight, straight, straight.
Bullet-proof helmet overhead
Disappeared in the pursuit of criminals
The old father's sigh released Si Er's loneliness.
The old mother's white hair is tied to the safety of the wanderer.
The lost country wife was finally sent back to her long-lost home by you.
The abducted only child threw herself into the arms of her biological parents with tears.
Mom said, son, you are so tired.
But you said, mom, don't worry.
Family reunion is your wish and your responsibility.
When night falls in a dimly lit town
Everyone is intoxicated by the TV screen and the shade in front of the flowers.
You must feel guilty.
Say goodbye to a shy wife
Patrol the streets and lanes nervously with comrades-in-arms
Footsteps running around will be written on every street.
Vigilant eyes wander at every door.
Evil greed quietly turns back in front of you.
The plot in the darkroom is annihilated at your feet.
The wife said, husband, how are you?
You say, wife,
Without your sacrifice, how can there be the quiet beauty of this night?
When fallen leaves fall from the branches like butterflies
You solemnly take off that bright olive green.
be full of sentiment
Farewell to the barracks and comrades-in-arms
Go to the mountain village where your heart was broken.
A girl fell in love with you.
Because of your neglect and indifference
She finally walked into someone else's house.
You are so worried and sad.
But you never regretted it.
You're the one who let those unscrupulous black and evil forces give you a break.
You are the one who gave in to the surging water.
The girl said, is the army important or me important?
You said, I am an armed police, and the people's distress is my responsibility.
When snowflakes fly between heaven and earth like goose feathers
All living things are hidden in their nests.
You walk out of the warm office.
Send all police donations to remote mountain villages.
Use fresh rice and white flour
With a thick quilt
With xxxx's broad mind
Shining with sickle and axe.
Send warmth to poor farmers.
Let joy smooth deep wrinkles.
The old man asked, what are you?
You answer, I'm party member.
Is our common people's intimate person.
From the public security organ building to the small courtyard of the police station
From the confusing crime scene to the front line of disaster relief in full swing
You didn't leave your name.
Leaving only the glorious titles of criminal police, traffic police, patrol police and armed police;
From hot summer to early spring when it is warm and cold.
Get out of the loneliness of waiting and rush to the post of setting up a card to intercept.
You are thinking about your parents, wife and children.
But what worries me most is the mission and responsibility of the police.
Facing the ferocity of gangsters
You looked at me coldly and righteously
Facing the danger of elders
You can't help crying again.
Facing the temptation of money
You're not tempted at all.
Facing the trust of the organization
You have invincible strength and confidence.
On the journey of "strike hard against"
One you left behind, and thousands of you rushed up.
You dyed party flag red with flowers from Shan Ye.
You lit the torch of youth with the color of party flag.
On the battlefield of "three strictness and one creation"
One of you fell, and thousands of you fell with you.
You wash the dirt of the world with sweat.
You washed the dusty national emblem with blood.
Threats don't scare you.
Difficult, I can't beat you.
Misunderstanding will only make you more mature.
Grievance will only make you calmer.
Because you firmly believe that there is a balance between heaven and earth.
Ordinary people are big scales.
For a bluer sky, a clearer dream and a more beautiful spring.
In order to make songs happier, smiles sweeter and the world better.
Whenever and wherever.
No matter where your official residence is.
You have only one title in mind: I am a policeman.
Make the grass greener, the flowers brighter and the land more fertile.
For the sake of family peace and national peace, dry Kun grows new.
There is only one belief in your heart: my responsibility.