In the morning, Chang'an Avenue is bustling with traffic. The wet ground after the rain reflected the morning light, and a team of sentries walked towards their respective battle positions with neat and energetic steps, followed closely by reporters. The solemn chime of the bell, accompanied by the familiar melody of 'The East is Red', echoed above the telegraph building. At this moment, Sergeant Zhang Zhihao and Private Guo Tengyi of a certain detachment of the Beijing Armed Police Force were standing tall at a crossroads. The two of them had sharp eyes and were fully focused. During the morning rush hour, Chang'an Avenue is bustling with people. The reporter noticed that Guo Tengyi's gaze swept over the hurried pedestrians with a hint of novelty and unfamiliarity. Zhang Zhihao next to him is different. While scanning the crowd and accurately capturing familiar faces, he whispered to the reporter, "Look, that young man almost goes to the convenience store in the alley every day to buy breakfast..." With four years of duty experience, Zhang Zhihao knows this street and alley like the back of his hand. He vividly remembers that on New Year's Day 2022, as a new recruit, he first arrived on Chang'an Avenue during the holiday season. The buildings along the street were decorated with bright red national flags, and when the wind blew, "all the flags unfolded completely in the same direction, swaying with the wind". At that moment, the poem 'The Red Flag is Like a Picture in the Wind' hit his heart, causing his eyes to heat up and his heart to stir. The sunlight passes through the cracks of the building and falls on my face, feeling warm and glorious. ”This initial glory has been deeply engraved in his heart ever since. Chang'an Avenue is grand and magnificent, and only by delving into the alleys on both sides can one touch the texture of the city. Garrison on Chang'an Avenue, the pace of life of the armed police officers and soldiers is vastly different from that of the surrounding residents and staff, yet they work together to compose a harmonious daily routine in their respective positions. At noon, the streets became unusually quiet. Most people are still taking their lunch break, it's time for Zhang Zhihao to go on duty again. Accompanying him this time is Private Yang Hongming. As they lined up through the underground staircase, a citizen ahead was struggling to climb the slope with a heavy object pushed by their bicycle. Two soldiers almost simultaneously reached out their hands to help push the cart. Thank you! Thank you! ”Citizens expressed their gratitude in unison. A simple sentence brought sincere smiles to the faces of the two sentries. Yang Hongming talked to the reporter about his experience of serving in the army while walking. When I first went to the post a year ago, my brand new leather shoes made my feet ache from grinding. In the end, the feet adapted to the shoes, "he said with a smile. Day after day, calluses formed on his feet, and he became accustomed to this clock like precision of life. Day by day may seem similar, but the beauty within must be discovered by oneself. ”Yang Hongming told reporters that during the season of willow catkins fluttering, although the eyes and nose are uncomfortable, under the night lights, the fluttering willow catkins are as romantic as snowflakes. When on duty, children often request to take photos, and their eager eyes are his inexhaustible motivation to "live up to his military attire". Every time on duty, the roadside trees serve as an unchanging backdrop for the armed police sentries. The reporter noticed that white flowers had already bloomed on the branches behind Zhang Zhihao. A few days ago, it was still a flower bud! "Zhang Zhihao said. When the ginkgo leaves at the intersection of Xidan Road turned golden, Beijing would reach the most beautiful season of the year. The four seasons flow, and the armed police sentries are the unchanging loyal coordinates in the street view. For armed police sentries, the scorching summer heat is a severe test. During the Sanfu season, they would wet their clothes and put them on before going to the whistle, but they would quickly be steamed dry by high temperatures and then soaked with sweat. No matter how cold, hot, rainy or snowy, as long as they stand at the guard post, it is their duty to protect the safety of the area. This patrol has ended, and the reporter followed Zhang Zhihao back to the camp. In the limited space between buildings, officers and soldiers are conducting group training in full swing: pairing up in pairs, colliding with protective gear, and practicing "one move to defeat the enemy"; Quickly open the telescopic guardrail to simulate the alert task process; Using self-made props such as "buildings," "overpasses," and "vehicles," we focus on researching special situation response plans... "Each of us can proficiently draw a map of the surrounding area. ”Zhang Zhihao proudly told reporters, "Once there are orders from superiors and needs from the masses, we must quickly arrive at the scene." Sergeant Xiao Yujing is organizing a queue training and his movements are meticulous. On September 3rd last year, as a member of the People's Armed Police Force, he walked past the Chang'an Avenue where he usually stationed and proudly accepted the inspection of the Party and the people. That feeling, as if the heart resonates with the pulse of the times. ”From his description, the journalist strongly felt a sense of honor and responsibility. Behind the upright and heroic posture of the sentry lies the muscle memory formed by countless repeated exercises and the loyal commitment engraved in the bone marrow. Every time I stand at the checkpoint, I relive the feeling of seeing the red flag on the first day in a row. ”Looking at the flags fluttering in the distance, Zhang Zhihao's eyes were eager. The longing that the reporter saw in the eyes of this sentinel was so similar to the sparkling light in the eyes of many people who came to Chang'an Avenue for the first time. The people on this land share the same dream, they work together and protect each other. This is a kind of 'magnetic field' that can be felt, "the officers and soldiers of the squadron and the reporter shared the same feeling. At the nearest subway station to the camp, the reporter met Private Yu Zhijun, who had just completed the handover of the sentry post. He and his comrades have to be on duty in the underground passage all day, and lunch is a simple boxed meal. Passing through the intricate station hall and several heavy iron gates, the reporter arrived at their backup room - a small room with many books neatly arranged against the wall. This is the resting place for the armed police sentinels after they set off their posts. Yu Zhijun told reporters that on New Year's Day this year, he met Ma Yule, a fellow soldier and fellow villager from another squadron. The two of them came to Beijing on the same train, went through new training together, and were awarded the title of "Four Haves" excellent soldier. After a brief encounter, they agreed to continue working hard in the army. Looking at their young and determined faces, the reporter couldn't help but think that sentinels from different squads, guarding their respective posts, connected together to safeguard the safety of the four seasons on the ten mile long street. This is like a series of border outposts on the border, where the loyalty of thousands of soldiers stands together to build the Great Wall of Steel. In the evening, walking out of the subway station, the road in front of the reporter had already become lively. The crowds of people after work and school are bustling, and the sunset stretches out their figures. This scene reminds the reporter of the song "Ordinary Day" mentioned by Yang Hongming during the conversation. At every intersection, flowers bloom in the sunshine... People come and go with good intentions... "Yang Hongming said, thinking that behind such ordinary peace and tranquility, there is his own protection, and he felt it was worth it. In the morning light of Chang'an Avenue, the silence of noon, the sweat of the afternoon, and the hustle and bustle of the evening, the armed police sentries guard the peace of the city with their loyalty day after day. In their field of vision, there are street scenes that flow through the four seasons, hurried faces, and even the red flag that flutters in the wind and guides the direction. The harmonious picture of this ordinary day is painted by countless sentries, countless turns, and countless silent steadfastness. On an ordinary day, it was unusual due to the loyal watch of the armed police sentry. (New Society)