May spring come and epidemic go.
Author: Li Jian (Shandong)
This winter is particularly long, so it is a luxury to sit on the balcony and
May spring come and epidemic go.
Author: Li Jian (Shandong)
This winter is particularly long, so it is a luxury to sit on the balcony and enjoy the warm sunshine.
Looking out of the window, although spring scenery is everywhere in the community, I can't feel the flowers at close range as usual. As if overnight, the haze enveloped China, and the plague fell from the sky. In just a few days, Wuhan was ill, Hubei was ill, and the mother of the motherland was ill.
The face covered by the mask can only reveal two determined and eager eyes, and the silent gaze is enough to represent the truest memory. /kloc-the hearts of 0/400 million compatriots are closely linked. They are beating with the pulse of the motherland, breathing and suffering together with the rivers and mountains ravaged by the epidemic.
This Spring Festival is supposed to be a time for family reunion, but thousands of medical staff have to go retrograde. They didn't have time to say goodbye to their wives and children, and even left a few words, they hurried to the front. The epidemic is a silent command, swords and shadows, mountains and seas can not stop the brave from moving forward. Party flag, the military flag and the Red Cross ... complement each other, and vivid pictures are better than colorful ones. Masks, white hats, isolation gowns, and olive green are all the scenery that can be seen everywhere in the front line of anti-epidemic.
"If I am infected, my colleagues will definitely save me ...", the simple language reveals perseverance and heroism. Son, don't go back to the village. Stay in Wuhan and wait for government assistance. Between the lines, there is a kind of righteousness, a kind of reluctance and a kind of concern.
These days, paid vacations, online office work, delayed start-up and closed isolation are all in line with the facts and public opinion. Postponement of weddings and simple funerals have become the new normal of the people.
That night, I looked from the railing and saw only the neon lights on the bridge across the river and the cold light in the lonely night. There was silence all around, the streets were deserted, and there was no grand occasion of the Lantern Festival.
Outside the window, snowflakes fall gently, just like an elf dancing between heaven and earth. It conveys the holiness from heaven, and it will wash away all the haze in the world. Let this snowflake, with prayers and wishes, quickly float to the forefront of fighting the epidemic, float to angels in white's side, send away the plague and usher in spring.
The branches of pine trees are still tall and straight under the snow, and the fragrance of snowflakes is still overflowing. The virus can't dye the bud, and the plague can't cover the beautiful spring.
I hope that the retrograde who rushed to the epidemic area will end the movement as soon as possible. May spring come and go, the years are quiet and the spring is quiet and bright.