踏入警营那一年,他18岁。放下了手中的钢笔,他背上了绿色的小军挎,这一背就是14个年头。离开了繁华喧闹的都市,他坐着新兵的火车皮一头扎进了这个陌生的小山村,这一扎就是14个冷暖冬夏。记得临上火车的时候,父亲来送他。父亲说:儿啊,出去了就是男子汉,干不出个样子就别回这个家。他什么也没回答,只是默默地怀揣着那个只差3分就可以实现的大学梦,踏 Into the police camp that year, he was 18 years old. Put down the pens in his hand, he was back on the green military war, this back is 14 years. Leave the bustling noisy city, he sat a recruit train jacked into this strange little village, this tie is 14 warm winter. I remember when coming to the train, my father sent him. Father said: ah, ah, go out is a man, do not look like a do not go back to this home. He did not answer anything, just quietly carrying the college dream that can be achieved only 3 points, riding