有的人死了,是静静的,如落叶。有的人死了,是轰轰烈烈,但死的人有的是让人快意,有的人死了让人怀念。这个普通的民警,在大雪的日子,在严寒覆盖山河的时辰,在老母亲盼儿子温暖晚年的时辰,在妻子需要肩膀需要靠一下的时辰,在家里的饭菜热了又凉、冷了又热的时辰,注定他不会回来。 Some people are dead, as quiet as leaves. Some people are dead, are vigorous, but some people die happy, some people died people miss. This ordinary police, in the snowy days, in the cold when covered in mountains and rivers, old mother looking forward to his son warm old age, when his wife needs the shoulder to rely on when, at home, the food was hot and cold, cold and hot When, doomed he will not come back.