I haven't recorded words for some time. I look forward to the flowers in spring and the end of the epidemic. The cherry blossoms in Wuhan, the center of the epidemic, are in full bloom as always, but they stayed in this deserted street this spring. We stayed in Beijing, looking at this capital that is no longer crowded but extremely lonely under the blue sky, but such a spring day is no longer real. When I used to travel around the world by plane, I didn't enjoy the spring in Beijing for almost ten years.
With the coming of 2020, there will be an opportunity to experience the spring in Beijing. Only see the lonely streets under the blue sky and during the day. Suddenly I miss the crowded, congested and lively days. That is the aftertaste of fireworks in my memory.
In the past, the streets in Beijing were not crowded during rush hours. It takes half a day to go to work every time, and I am used to this crowded and tired crowd. Those small scenes that appear in the life record, the hour light, suddenly become an unsolved philosophical curse. I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know whether the next second is a surprise or a derogatory surprise.
At the beginning of the year of Gengzi, we were caught off guard, but with the concerted efforts of everyone, Qi Xin, we deeply imprinted these memory traces on our minds.
The fog cleared and the Ji cloud finally came. The epidemic receded, the grass grew long and the cherry blossoms danced. I must see the vivid Hanyang tree in Qingchuan, the lush Parrot Island. The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage, and the greatness of mankind is the greatness of courage.