We have always been "marginal police"

We are the strongest soldiers on the stormy road.

We are the most upright policemen on hot streets.

Sweating all over, it is our duty to work hard.

Wave your hand and make your face covered with frost.

A small tree grew up in a few years, but our youth stayed in the police camp for several years.

I left the best time of my life to the police station.

Silence regardless of fame and wealth and gap.

I just often think that this is my spiritual paradise.

This is also our warm home.

We also thought the police station was our home.

But why doesn't this family adopt us as her children?

Cattle doing heavy work eat the least nutritious grass.

Xie Qin, who works the hardest, can barely support himself.

Some people say that you can go if you think the treatment is not low.

I want to say that this is not the view of a harmonious society.

Did you think about it when you said it?

Besides being an extra policeman, what else have you done more than Xie Qin?

It's great to have a golden rice bowl.

But Brother Xie Qin is under the blue sky in China just like you.

Take care of this family in the police camp

Economically, you can create a gap whatever you want.

We are equal in personality, and we are all treasures of the motherland!

The sunshine of a harmonious society shines all over the world.

Migrant workers enjoy the rewards of urban rain and dew harvest.

What about us? Even the minimum wage is far from the most basic insurance.

/kloc-0 10000000000000 Yuan Xie Qin maintains the road of peace in the motherland.

1 Wan Xieqin cares for the blooming flowers on the earth.

We all have parents, wives, children and a home.

We dedicated our youth to the public security bureau and lost our good years.

We are similar to private teachers in appreciating each other.

But they can be called teachers, and the state has rewarded them.

And we, after more than ten years of ups and downs, have lived like water.

Work with low eyes and pleasing eyes, and secretly enforce the law for the people.

Like a group of mice crossing the road in the sun.

Panic at the slightest sign of trouble, for fear of returning empty-handed

Leader, open your sacred arms.

Kiss the children who are struggling at your feet.

Go out of the high temple and have a look at the north and south of the river.

Who patrols in the middle of the night, is on duty in the hot sun and heavy rain, and sweats at the bottom?

Who is covered with frost on the long and safe road?

Who has the heaviest job and the lowest salary in the police force?

Who is waiting for the return of a few years of youth?

Even with the introduction of informal regulations.

It also gave us a support and a warm home.