我没能去雪域高原戍边，没能去海角天涯守礁，没能去边关哨卡守候国土。我走进了红门内的橄榄林，走进了霓虹闪烁，车来人往的城市。呼啸的警报声中，一辆辆快速驰骋的红色战车，一张张刚毅、严峻的脸，一束束激喷而出的水流，驻足观看的人们说：这是城里的救火兵。没有飞机轰 I did not go to the snowy plateau garrison, did not go to the Cape End of the World, did not go to the border checkpoints waiting for the country. I walked into the Olive Grove in the Red Gate and walked into the neon lights of the city. Whistling alarm sounds, a fast galloping red chariot, a Zhang Gangyi, grim face, beam of spray spray out of the water, stopped to watch the people said: This is the city’s firefighters. No planes bang