On Monday, December 31, 2018, Shannan was sunny.

Appropriate: sacrifice, bathing, bedding, catching.

Don't: Open market, break ground,

Today, Zhang Mian's group is on duty, in the New Year's Eve in the office, and has been patrolling and preventing in the jurisdiction at night, and this year is the first year that fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in Shannan.

Propaganda must be in place, prevention must be in place, and ensure that the bell on New Year's Day is not ringed with firecrackers.

Zhang Mian still supports such a decision from the bottom of his heart, from safe production to environmental protection, and the ban on fireworks is a kind of progress.

Every year, we can see the news of fireworks explosions in factories, the loss of lives with a loud bang, and the tearing apart of many families, which are painful lessons.

It is entirely conceivable that there are still many people who do not understand this legal policy.

Yes, life needs a sense of ritual.

At this point, Zhang Mian, who is a pseudo-cultural person, also has a small loss.

The sound of firecrackers is one year old.

The sound of firecrackers is unknown.

The children are noisy with firecrackers in front of the door.

Firecrackers scare neighbors.

These well-known poems about "firecrackers" have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are also a bewitching flower in the world of poetry.

"Firecrackers" have long been a part of the culture that cannot be skipped.

When Zhang Mian was a child, the New Year's money was basically all to buy fireworks and firecrackers, and the whole year was ushered in with firecrackers, and it was also sent away with firecrackers.

I remember a New Year's picture of an adult lighting firecrackers, two children covering their ears next to them, a house behind them with thick snow, a couplet on the gate, and a red lantern hanging.

In this way, the customs that have been passed down for many years have suddenly changed from this year, and Zhang Mian estimates that many people will not be able to accept it for a while.

Zhang Mian also felt the same way.

In recent years, the taste of "Nian" has been weakening, becoming less lively, less happy than before, and not as urgent as before.

In addition to being synonymous with "reunion", "year" has completely gone out of taste.

This has nothing to do with setting off fireworks.

Whether fireworks are set off or not has little to do with whether the New Year is hot or not.

The couplets are not handwritten, the rice cakes are not made by themselves, and even the family members are playing with their mobile phones during the New Year.

It is only a matter of time before firecrackers are abandoned and forgotten.

It's people who have changed, not traditions.

When I wrote this log, Yang Suo, Haiyang, Shengli, and Ji Heng had just returned from the jurisdiction.

Yang caught a cold, and the ocean refused to admit that he was infected.

Everyone dragged their tired bodies to rest in the office, boiled a pot of hot water, made a few jokes, and lifted their spirits.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day, our group continues to be on duty in the office, our group is here on Chinese New Year's Eve, and we are still here on the first day of the new year.

We've always been there.

At this time, people who fell asleep in the middle of the night or did not return home after drinking, they could not see Zhang Mian's diary, but like Zhang Mian, they have always guarded the safety of this side.

They also have homes, and work does not allow them to go back to be reunited.

Zhang Mian once wrote a poem about the grassroots.

"Hymn to the Grassroots Police"

You are the silent majority

Tired and incomprehensible

Lonely and noisy

You are silent

Let them disperse with the smoke rings at midnight

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You're a group of people who are aging prematurely

Duty and standby

Rescue and disaster resistance

You are silent

Let them accumulate as more gray hairs grow

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My brothers and sisters

What sustains you forward

You are silent

The years of streamers are gone in a hurry

It's not too late yet

and an elderly father

Grab a glass of homesick wine

The order to assemble has been sounded

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to you

My comrade-in-arms

This is a short, pale hymn

Stand upright and look to the right

We continue to fulfill

A mission that has long been integrated into the blood

That's all for today's log, Happy New Year, everyone.

The work continues.

Shannan was lonely under the sparse lights.