“醉里挑灯看剑,梦回吹角连营。八百里分麾下炙,五十弦翻塞外声。沙场秋点兵。”辛弃疾一首《破阵子》,气势恢宏,慷慨激昂,让人仿佛回到了千年前那雄伟壮阔、跃马横戈的战场,历历在目,声色可感。时光荏苒,当历史的车轮碾过岁月的长河,跨入信息膨胀、经济高速发展的今天,战争的硝烟早已远离人们的生活。然而,在这和平年代里,消防部队在火场里的战斗从未停止,更随着城市不断发展进 “Drunk in the light of the lights to pick the sword, dream blowing trumpet camp .All eight hundred points under the command of Sunburn, Fifty strings of tipping plug sound .Field Qi autumn soldier.” Xin Qiji a “ruin”, magnificent, impassioned, people As if back to the majestic millennium ago, Yuemangong battlefield, vivid, sensual. Time flies, when the wheels of history run over years of years, into information expansion, rapid economic development today, the smoke of the war has long been far away from people’s lives. However, during this peaceful era, fire fighting in fire stations never ceased, and as the city continued to evolve