有这样一群人,他们行走在大山的深处,用淡然和淳朴稀释着名利与孤独,他们用双脚踏遍森林的每一寸土地,用忠诚和赤胆消融着危险和困惑。他们不是猎人,却比猎人更加矫健。他们不是亲人,却比亲人还要爱护林区群众的生命财产。他们不是主角,却能把生命演绎得异常精彩。他们就是森林警察,行走在大山里的“苦行僧”。每个人心中都渴望过拥有自己的心灵小屋,或许在河边,或许在田间,或许在那钢筋水泥的城市,或许在灯 There are groups of people who walk deep in the mountains, diluting their fame and loneliness with indifference and simplicity, and using their feet to walk through every inch of the forest, loosening the danger and confusion with loyalty and courage. They are not hunters, but more vigorous than hunters. They are not relatives, but they also love the life and property of the masses in the forest areas more than their loved ones. They are not the protagonists, but they can perform extraordinary wonderful life. They are the forest police, walking in the mountains of “ascetic”. Everyone desires to have their own psyche, probably by the river, perhaps in the field, perhaps in the reinforced concrete city, perhaps in the light