当一个人踏上岸滨,他交付了他的全部,不再走了,千山以及万水,它们就成为了身后。而那与之厮守的房屋、街道、郊野,他们像大理石一样保持着沉默:有的时候,死者,并不是死亡。他们是曾经活过的人。他们走后,还活在许多人的心里。我知道,在新疆,在我的采访行程里,一定有一站,是去沈战东生前所在的郑州援疆特警队。我在他们的驻地陕西大厦门前有片刻的凝滞:就像是 When a man set foot on shore, he delivered all of him, no longer go, Qianshan and Wan water, they become behind. And the house, the street, the country, where they live together, are silent like marble: sometimes, the dead are not dead. They are people who have lived. After they left, they still lived in the hearts of many people. I know that in Xinjiang, there must be one stop in my interview trip, which is to go to the Zhengzhou Aiyang special police unit where the Shen Zhandong lived. I have a moment of stagnation in front of their station in Shaanxi building: it is like