Fire Command Center Publicity Section Internship Summary

At the end of October, when I was confused by the H1n1, I realized that the internship was over and I should return to this pure campus. Looking back at the three months of experience, just want to seriously say: safe and healthy, just live!

I entered the internship of the Propaganda Department of the xx City Fire Command Center on July 13. Between the particularities of the internship unit, I am here to combine some of my own examples of the field, and talk about some of my own thinking about life.

In the three months here, the appearance of the field is a necessary item for daily work. If there are few, one or five or six, this is a terrible number. In this case, there are many broken people and many sad scenes that cannot be counted.

On the first day of my visit, I went to the scene. The first time I appeared, tension, fear, and joy were intertwined, which made my heart uneasy. The accident occurred in a river channel in the city of xx. The 17-year-old boy was unfortunately drowning because he was swimming in the river channel. At the time of the incident, the child's parents were still working on the construction site, and the parents of the child were contacted after several twists and turns. The great tragedy in the world is no more than this. The children are already dead, and the hard-working parents are still tired of working for the children's future. They work hard, they save money, and they are children, but now. . . . . . I can't think about it.

At about 5:30, the child's mother came, and it was accurately climbed, accompanied by crying. I used to think in my mind that I must record the state after my mother came. But when my mother cried, even when I was crawling close, I couldn’t pick up the camera. This kind of record would make people lose their conscience. Mom Cried, kneeling on the knees, praying that we can save our son, and the mother still does not know that her child has been drowning for nearly an hour and a half. She kept asking: "He just fell, is "Yes," she asked, asking us, and asking for it. My mother cried, "How can I live, I am such a son." I kept screaming at my face, and the kind people around me rushed forward to stop her mother, but her mother kept using her hands. Inserted into the soil, the blood on the finger is already covered with soil, the eyes are full of helplessness and loneliness, even despair and sorrow, the mother madly tearing his own hair, making people feel sad, mother fell to the ground. After a while, my father also arrived. A thin man, the vicissitudes of the years have been deeply branded on his face, writing for the day and night of the hard work on the rough and cracked hands, a farmer who is honest and honest, one Let the father who is awe-inspiring all over the world, one person crying there sadly, this is a father who lost his son, helpless expression and silent resentment, he hates himself, hates his own move, hates himself to catch up with urbanization. Step, hate the unforgivable decision of that night, I want to tell you that this is not the case. It is really not like this. You are eager to give hope to the child, let him receive a good education, and enjoy the urbanized substance. The result of civilization, eager for him to have a good starting point, you for this home, for the children to work day and night, see your face full of vicissitudes, look at your rough hands, look at your worn shoes, then look You should not blame yourself for your clothes.

A fresh life is so ruined, no words are left for parents, only the clothes that are worn on the shore are quietly placed on the shore. This should not be described in a few words. It should form a picture, but The picture is suffocating. Life is so unpredictable. When parents go out at noon, they may be too busy to say anything to the children. They say goodbye, silent, but give the most deadly pain.

This incident made me feel so close for the first time, just in that second, that moment, it was horrifying to think of it. Greedy is the nature of the child. When can we consider the parents of the Son of Man, I can no longer blame the child, we can not blame the parents for their supervision. At this time, they are the poorest in the world. People, father's dilapidated clothes, cracked hands, and shoes with big toes, I have not forgotten for a long time, there are small middle-aged people in the old, for the sake of this family, eat the most The poor, the worst, is to fulfill the responsibility of being a son, a husband, and a father, so that the parents who have worked hard for a lifetime can enjoy their old age and let their wives and others eat and eat. A worry-free life, you can let your children use the best and eat the best. Such a man picked up the whole family with his thin shoulders. My mother fainted a few times. This ordinary rural woman loves her children as much as her mother. She may love her more, because the child is the only blood and hope in the family. After 17 years of careful care, 17 years of early and late return Turned into a bubble; the sustenance of life, the old reliance are killed by the seemingly calm lake. This beautiful mother should have been wearing beautiful clothes and a beautiful house like other women, but she was killed for the sake of children.

Children, when can we understand the mood of our parents? When we understand, most of us have no chance to make up for it, so we will have the true feelings of "children want to raise and not to wait", only to have regrets, regrets and Deeply blame yourself.

Gradually, I began to fear the emergence of the field, I would rather not be full, I would rather have nothing to do with my internship , because the cost of my enrichment is too great, a large part of it is the need for a person, a few people, or even a group of people to use blood, life to complete I can't accept this kind of fulfillment, but I am still forced to accept such a fulfillment, because it is not as good as I wish, not a small one I can control. Every time I rushed to the scene, I was nervous. I was not afraid of the bloody scene, but I didn’t want to see the grief of my family. Such grief would make any person or even the devil who is not blind, sad. Such grief will resound through the universe.

An uncle drove a new car on the highway and met the truck with the iron powder. At that time, the truck was buckled, the iron powder covered the car, and the car was destroyed. However, the uncle’s luck is unimaginable; a migrant worker, due to the hot weather, swimming in the ditch near the construction site, unfortunately killed, this is another encounter, not far away The home of thousands of miles must have white-haired old people, babies waiting to be fed, and wives who are singularly vacant. Who is this unfortunate? In order to allow the son to enjoy the material and spiritual civilization of urbanization, the family moved to the city, and the third day the child sank in the river trough. This is another kind of blue sky, which we can hardly imagine; Poor children, in the case of several times and the boss asked to pay for the money, chose to jump off the building to threaten, in this way to get the hard-earned money that should belong to them, who is responsible? ...... Every day, there are such unfortunate incidents in the world. The xx city fire brigade’s work report for the first half of the year pointed out that in the first half of the year, the xx detachment dispatched an average of six police officers a day. What is the concept? How many white hairs are behind such figures? The scene of sending black-haired people, how many children are crying to find their parents, and how many happy families are fragmented, this is not statistical, and this is only the first half of the city, that year, the whole country Such a figure is hard to think about.

The experience of these three months has made me unforgettable for a lifetime. I will use the following true testimony to make a final summary of these three months:

In the past three months, I have had a rough understanding of the society, and I have personally experienced the social injustice. I know that there is a very delicate line between fairness and unfairness. This line does not have to be straight, but not It will be too curved.

During these three months, I knew that talking was originally a great study, what should be said, what should not be said, and what should be said. Gradually, I chose to be quiet. Only when I was with my classmates, I would open my heart and say that I want to talk about what I want to say.

In the past three months, I learned to listen. I like to watch the classmates’ logs. I watched the words that every classmate knocked out with my heart. My heart hurts, life, emotions, study, work, and the words are filled in everyone. There is very little to be happy about in the text, and we seem to have grown up.

In the past three months, I have re-understood a word called "balance". I know that tilt is also called balance. I know that bending is also called balance. See which angle you look at from which angle.

In the past three months, I was tortured by a word called "rationality", and I also enjoyed this kind of torture. This kind of torture will make people mature.

In the past three months, I learned to laugh and know that there are many kinds of laughs. Each one has a different meaning. I know that sometimes I don’t have to talk, and laughter will give the other person an answer.

In the past three months, I have learned to empathize. This is a way of thinking that everyone who is easily overlooked but plays a vital role in dealing with contradictions needs to have.

In the past three months, I have learned to understand that not everything I think is right. Many things have special backgrounds or special situations that we need to understand.

In the past three months, I have learned to respect and respect everyone, not only your boss, your leader, the friends who work together, but also the guards and cleaners of the unit. They all need your respect, everyone has it. The right of others to respect, everyone has the obligation to respect others, this is the basics of being a man.

In the past three months, my heart has increased in volume. This has to benefit from many people who don’t want to mention and things that I don’t want to mention, but I have tolerate it. After I have tasted the hardships, I know that “the prime minister can "Pawning" is not to say that easy.

In the past three months, I have known that there is a need for a work called professional ethics in addition to a good work. If a good work is taken on the basis of the loss of conscience, I would rather not shoot.

In the past three months, I have had a few new understandings about "things are man-made" and "people are involuntarily in the rivers and lakes". I have experienced the truth of these two sentences. I have clearly understood that I am only small. Little self.

In the past three months, I have understood that the parents and teachers who have been in our right ear for the left ear have been "slang", which was originally a "world-wide collection" and a light.

In the past three months, my heart has gradually calmed down. I am no longer so impulsive and no longer accustomed to this. I can’t stand it. I am just myself.

In the past three months, I changed my understanding of the word "standard". The original standard is not standard. I know that it is enough to have a ruler in my heart. The standard is just another form that you must accept.

In these three months, I want to school, I want to be a teacher, I miss the harmony and nature of the school, I want to blame the teacher, and the blame makes people grow up. Such blame will make you remember for a lifetime and then guide yourself to move forward.

In these three months, I think my friends and classmates can only be free with them. Ermao, madman, Huangdao, Xuemei, Xiaoyang, Zhuzi, Xiaoyi, guess, Xiaogang, Fuhai and Yue Music, greatness, the men of the journalism department, we are always brothers; and the lesbians of the journalism department, this is a great collective.

During these three months, I have experienced the hardships of my parents. Many, many, I don’t know where to start. May my parents be healthy and wish the parents of the whole world to be safe and happy.

In these three months, I made it clear that I am alive. Every day I watched a living person disappear from my own camera. I watched the grief of my loved ones crying. I asked myself many times, what is the most alive? important? There have been many answers, and finally came together and said two words: myself! This is not selfish speech, I am not selfish! I just know that only I am alive. Only by protecting myself can I be responsible for being a son, a husband, and a father. I think twice and think that I should add two more words before my own: responsibility! Responsibility in the heart, responsibility on the shoulders, will lead to other actions, responsibility is the source. Responsibility will make you motivated in your work, will let you pay for your family, and will make you a qualified child, husband, and father. In the past three months, I have gained a lot. Every point is worth the price. Every one of them has benefited a lot. Thanks to such a three-month period. Thanks to such a life, it is a good thing or a disadvantage. I am holding a boxing gratitude. Thanks to the teachers, classmates, and friends who helped me, thank you, thank you very much.