Father's Day | Two generations of public security fate, the police sentiment in the first life

He often can't speak beautiful words,

But using the whole life to interpret our love for us.

He may not be able to wait often,

When we need it,

But using the whole arm to support us a piece of sky.

He is our father.

Father as a mountain

On the way to grow, he may be absent from many pictures

He (she) has a lot of complaints and incomprehension to him

But after he or her became him ...

today

Let's listen to

His voice

You are the restraints of the night, handcuffed the sinful hands; you are a bright regenel, and the light dawn back to the campaign of dreams.

How many times hurriedly walked, how many times looked back, always standing with strange and familiar figures in my childhood -my police father, he was wearing a hat and a sacred national emblem on the brim of the hat; He was wearing handsome uniforms and stood upside down on the street. In my eyes, he walked on the road is the most beautiful landscape, and I often envy me. I dream of: one day, I can put on a police uniform, prestige ...

In this way, the seed of the policeman's dream germinated in my heart. However, dreams are destined to travel lonely, and thorns and bumps can only reach their destinations on the road.

And when I really put on the police uniform and engaged in the same occupation as my father, I felt that the "scenery" on the police road was enough to shock me, but I was far from my destination. This is just the beginning of a road. Don't forget your original intention, keep your mission in mind, adhere to your dreams, dedicate your efforts, tenacity, perseverance, and firmness to maintain that enthusiasm.

——Ge Xingyu, Police Police Brigade of the Police Police Brigade of the Public Security Bureau

In my childhood memory, I lived in the family members of the detention center. Every day, the whistle of the Armed Police Force began to work with me for a day. I always "mixed" with the uncle and uncle of the armed police officer of a yard and played with single double -pole, large sandbags, and wooden pistols. You asked my dad where did you go? He is always on the way to investigate the case, in the whistle of the suspect, and the late night of every overtime. Now I have taken my father's responsibility, walking through my father when I came, and felt the perseverance of my father's loyal performance. I used the fourteen years of youth to sharpen from the police, and understood my father's aspirations to adhere to, responsible and regretful love!

——Hou Meilin, the police of the Command Center of Zhanyi Public Security Bureau

From a young age, I felt from my father that the police had lived early and returned early, and it was a string of endless clocks. After the beginning of the world, I realized that the police were dancers on the tip of the knife, which was lofty and great. Gradually, I germinated the idea of ​​"I became him when I grew up." One day after many years, I also owned that blue, without the handover ceremony, but walked on the way when my father came. The world seemed to turn around. I became him and he became me. This police service, this is a symbol of me and my father, is a symbol of our common, and it is also our joint responsibility. I inherited his career and a way I repaid him.

——Le Ling, a police officer of Longhua Police Station of Zhanyi Public Security Bureau

Tribute to the Chinese police,

Tribute to all the great father,

Thank you for doing your best,

Give us the best!

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