The journey back to the city was more difficult than the way there.

The snow was falling heavily from the hut, and there was still a drizzle, and although there was no obvious snow on the road, it was already a little slippery.

The weeds on the side of the road were stained with some undripping snow seeds, and sporadically revealed a faint white.

The two of them waited for an hour in the cold and wet air before getting on the bus back.

When I arrived in the city, the streets were already brightly lit.

Back at his residence, Officer Li hurriedly went to make a phone call.

When I came back, I was happy.

"Hold on, grab over there!"

"Go, Xiao Zhang, buy a roast duck!"

He had already pinched a few bills in his hand and handed them to me.

I trotted all the way and bought a roast duck, a bottle of two-pot head, and a canned roaster.

He usually doesn't talk much, two glasses of wine fall into his stomach, the words are opened, and the two of them talk about everything.

He is 37 years old, more than a round older than me, and he is still a platoon officer after being transferred from the public security.

I've fished, farmed, and worked hard.

Now he has brought his wife from his hometown in Danmen to Juexi, and has partnered with relatives to open a knitting factory, and the products have begun to be resold abroad through relatives in Shanghai.

He is very self-sufficient.

"You're smart, go take the test again."

"Now that the policy is good, you have undergone all kinds of training like this, and you can make money when you go back."

He kept encouraging me.

I slept exceptionally well that night.

The next day, we stayed in Nanjing and didn't come back, and there was no task pressure on us, just playing.

The two of them didn't make any choice and went straight to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in the Purple Mountain.

With the armed police uniforms we were wearing, the gatekeeper confiscated our tickets.

I looked at the two words "fraternity" on the archway at the entrance and thought for a long time, as if I could carve those two words into my heart after looking at it for a while.

At the gatehouse, I bent down to look up at the jade monument engraved with "The Prime Minister of the Republic of China is buried here on June 1, the 18th year of the Republic of China", and I seemed to see the skyline, and I had a sense of admiration for the monument.

Later, when I was at the Zhoushan border, according to my personal feelings at that moment, I wrote a poem entitled "Monument" in the poetry collection activity for the 70th anniversary of the founding of the party:

"There is no higher mountain standing here!

Thousands of years of feats and tragic stories have stabilized China's center of gravity. …”

The white staircase that stretched up one step at a time was the noblest distance I had ever walked in my life, and I couldn't help but take several photos.

In the burial chamber, I repeated in my heart the last words of the Father of the Nation:

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard!"

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and a sense of urgency to seize the day arises.

Nanjing Zhongshan (one of the peaks and mausoleums of Zhongshan in the Purple Mountain system) will always be a monument of perseverance in my formative years.

After a lapse of 20 years, I served as the political commissar of the Jiangsu Receiving Corps of the Zhejiang Public Security Frontier Corps, and then went to Nanjing.

A driver, who was about the same age as me, asked me:

"Chief! Where to go? ”

"Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum!"

I still want to repeat those last words.