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China News Service, Lhasa, April 7th: 5,300 meters above sea level!
See the "wind chasers" at the Tibet Yare border police station
Author mother Dan Xie Mu
How strong is the sub-heat wind, the police stationed here have the deepest understanding.
This morning, Zhao Chen, a policeman at the Yare Border Police Station of the Shigatse Border Management Detachment in Tibet, opened the window.
The temperature was significantly lower than the day before, the cold wind hit his face, and he couldn't help tightening his neckline.
"Today's wind must be eight." Zhao Chen stretched his hand out of the window.
"The weather will change at noon, and there will be sleet in the afternoon." He predicted the weather confidently.
The picture shows the police patrolling in the snow at the Yare Border Police Station.
Photo by Shigatse Border Management Detachment
The old policemen at the police station all said that if they are familiar with the wind of Yare, they are also familiar with Yare.
Yare, Tibetan means "where the yak lives".
Although the name has the word "hot", it is not hot at all.
"There is a wind every year, from spring to winter. The strong wind is three or six, and the small wind is every day." Zhao Chen, who has been here for six years, created a "Great Wind Song" by himself.
The Yare Border Police Station was established in June 2002. It is located in Yare Township, Zhongba County, Shigatse City, Tibet Autonomous Region. The average altitude is 5,300 meters. The oxygen content is only 40% of that of the plain. The average annual temperature is minus 20 degrees Celsius. Like a knife cut on the face, the policemen have frostbite scabs all year round on their hands, ears and faces.
If you don't experience it yourself, it's hard to imagine how fierce the wind blows here in winter.
The flying snow particles and sand dust hit the face, making it difficult to open your eyes and even make it difficult to breathe.
When Meng Lei first came to the institute, he was very uncomfortable, because in such windy weather, even small things like walking had to be learned from scratch.
The picture shows the police patrolling in the snow at the Yare Border Police Station.
Photo by Shigatse Border Management Detachment
Policeman Meng Lei clearly remembered that October 1, 2020 was the first day he arrived at the Yare border police station.
As soon as I got out of the car, the roaring wind blew Meng Lei's hat off. This "special meeting ceremony" made his heart drop halfway.
After more than half a year, Meng Lei gradually got used to the windy days. After "causing a cold and making his stomach a few times", he learned to use a mask to seal his mouth and nose; Continue patrolling.
When it comes to wind, the policeman Sanjie Tsering, known as "Yaren Yak", can say for a long time in one breath that he has left too many memories of "chasing the wind".
Tailwind, headwind, up the mountain, down the mountain... The story of fighting the wind and snow with my colleagues.
"Only when you go to the border can you understand the border guards." Sanjie Tsering said to the policeman Sun Jiahui, who was patrolling the border for the first time.
After passing through a tuyere, there was a steep slope in front of him. Sun Jiahui dragged his heavy body and followed the team to climb up.
The picture shows the police at the Yare Border Police Station rescuing the trapped vehicle.
Photo by Shigatse Border Management Detachment
Challenging himself every step of the climb, Sun Jiahui gasped for breath, as if he heard the "click" sound from the joints of his legs.
His lungs were pulling like bellows, and there was a constant burning pain in his chest.
At this moment, he understood what Sanjay Tsering said.
In the raging cold wind, the policemen were like indestructible mobile boundary monuments, hand in hand, walking step by step in the knee-deep snow, marching against the wind, and embarked on the patrol road countless times...
In this inaccessible place, a group of policemen are on duty, patrolling, and lurking.
The patrol roads are walked over and over again, and the hilltops have been turned over and over again.
"Our youth belongs to the wind." They believe that the wind that blows the sub-heat can withstand the big winds and waves in life.
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