在北京,有河水的地方显出清雅。自北而来的护城河从木樨地拐弯,流到白云观那边儿。河岸的柳丝像鹅黄的珍珠门帘儿,挡住了早春的寒气。密匝的迎春花比柳丝黄得热烈,浑身都是花,好像把农村的土筐开成了花筐。我在木樨地的公安大学呆过一个月,四年前。这次到公安大学是随公安系统春节晚会剧组来,跟在这读书的警察烈士子女座谈,了解他们父辈牺牲的经过。谁愿意揭开孩子们已经愈合的伤口?那伤口也许一直敞开着,却怕搅动。我不想来,但这是晚会的任务。会议室里,我见到四位身穿警察 In Beijing, there is a clear watery place. The moat, which has come from the north, turns from Clogs to the other side of the White Cloud. Willows on the banks of the river are pearl curtains of goose yellow, blocking off the chill in early spring. The dense spring flowers of Willis turn out to be more yellow than Willis, all covered in flowers, as if the rural basket had been opened in a flower basket. I spent a month at Mokpo Public Security University, four years ago. This time, I went to Public Security University to discuss with the police martyrs and children in this study with the public security system Spring Festival Gala, and to understand the sacrifices of their fathers. Who would like to uncover the wounds the children have healed? The wound may have been open, but afraid of agitation. I do not want to come, but this is the party’s task. In the conference room, I saw four people wearing police