The one who walks against the grain, standing between the world and the thousands of people, is the one who walks against the grain, standing between the world and the thousands of people.
- Li Zhiyi
A
Xinchou winter month, Chang'an land, "new crown" invasion.
Before Santa Claus came in the snow, before the colorful lights were decorated.
So the talk of a new crown flew around like wings.
Everything was a race against time, and all the people were united in the fight against the epidemic.
The traffic turned into a dark underground garage, and the light and color were covered with a hazy veil.
Seal the city, seal the heart, seal the epidemic. A quarantine belt will be thick earth cut, a defense and control zone to the flow of the city blocked.
Frolics of children waved goodbye to their partners, the old man gathered enthusiasm for the morning exercise, the square dance of the clamor returned to calm, the people in a hurry disappeared.
The world, quiet. This in the sound of camel bells walking in the sound of more than three thousand years of the ancient city, stopped the pace.
Two
In times of crisis, there is always someone to step forward. At the moment of crisis, there is always someone who is the mainstay.
Vivid red handprints, blood behind the book, you are the most lovely people.
The cold wind is piercing the bones, you stand as a white barrier, the lights are bright, heralding another night and day.
The ambulance whistled past, tired, hungry, cold, in front of the body lined up into a long line, you can only bite your silver teeth, let sweat and tears soaked the white coat.
Forget the time, the quiet world.
The bed is like a flower that is going to wither, and the white angel is a dancing butterfly, with you, the yellow earth is alive.
After the baptism of song, the people in despair forgot their fear and no longer moaned.
The lofty bell tower witnesses your dedication, and one brick and one tile condenses a deep sigh.
Linglong Big Wild Goose Pagoda listen to your footsteps, a grass and a tree remember the unyielding motto.
Three
Dedication is the original heart, epidemic prevention is the mission.
In the distance, a faction of bright red cufflinks, that is a flag embroidered with the soul of China.
Perhaps you are just an inconspicuous role in the vast army.
But you stand up at the first time, go to the front line, at great risk, in this thorny road back and forth, to the helpless people to send hope.
Like a spring rain, moisturizing the earth and people's hearts.
Like a torch that lights up the night and the direction of endeavor.
You are also warriors, fearless. Let the cold wind whistling, winter snow fluttering, just one to move forward, looking for the first ray of sunrise in the morning.
People can't see you, don't know your name, and don't know where you ended up. But if all the world is full of sunshine, then you must be the brightest source of light.
Four
Miles of railroad, material security. The two parallel lines extend infinitely, crossing the endless wilderness next door to the mountains and rivers, erecting a bridge between supply and demand.
Epidemics can not catch up with your speed, throw off the endless mountains, throw off the rushing river, throw off the reflection of the trees on both sides, swept through the hinterland of the plains, across the plateau border, the roar, the only speedy wheels, trembling rails, and the locomotive bubbling with thick air.
The West Rail people did not stop, no longer look back at the toddler and the pale head of the parents, righteousness, the will of the people. The train did not stop, chasing the wind speed, carrying millions of people's high expectations, sent to the four sides of the pulse of warmth.
The heart of the system, to the home and travel. A whistle, so that the waiting room more people back to the orderly. Dedicated service, quiet the trekking travel dream, stabilized the rain and wind return to the heart.
V
A short break, only for a longer trip and fly. The temporary closure, only for a broader openness and tolerance.
The footsteps of the dawn, has come slowly from the horizon, with one hand on the diaphanous green distant mountains, and one hand on the sun that has just opened its eyes to sleep.
The spring flowers will finally blow the horn of spring, the mist recedes, light rain and wind, blue sky and white clouds come to the face.
The city is quietly pulling itself up in its sleep, and the sound of groundbreaking resounds through the earth, with a force that breaks the waves against the wind, a new hope for the coming year.
Will come, bustling crowds, Mercedes-Benz cars, fast trains, whistling past the airplane, a busy new image.
What will come is the fluttering willow flakes at Ba Bridge, the gentle evening breeze at the World Expo Park, and the prosperous scene of the Tang Dynasty Night City, which is a thriving new world.