Staying at home to prevent the epidemic will be unforgettable for a lifetime, because after all, it will be recorded in the annals of history, and it will be a highlight. The 1.4 billion people have united as one and achieved a great victory in the fight against the epidemic, which makes people feel proud.
Looking back on the past, I suddenly realized the true meaning of life: respect life.
The epidemic broke out unexpectedly. Although we entered the battle in a hurry, the epidemic is an order, and we are on the front line of the fight against the epidemic. I remember that on the morning of the third day of the first lunar month, my son received the order and immediately boarded the unit's car and embarked on the journey. I only said parting, "Be brave and careful, and follow strict operating procedures!" This can be regarded as a warning. Afterwards, the photos he sent back were full of positive energy. Then, I also forwarded it to the group. How can we forget such a scene and its intense emotions?
Staying at home may be boring to others, but I feel quiet and free. Once you let your thoughts fly, you can really enjoy the sky where birds can fly, and the sea where fish can jump, which is fulfilling and happy.
Quiet, study. Mr. Chen Yinke's "Farewell Biography of Liu Rushi" is really enjoyable to read. I feel that life is short and time is hard to keep. Young people are young, old age cherishes the glory. I suddenly realized the preciousness of time, which was a bit of an experience.
Putting down the book, standing in front of the window, looking at the Mingyue Mountain, I couldn't help but feel excited, and I added a few words to express my feelings. I have recorded two songs here as evidence.
Mountain Temple
It is raining continuously and the fog is hiding in the western mountains. I don't know why, but I imagined it to be an antique temple... So I chanted a sentence:
It is difficult to reveal the shadow of the Western Mountain, and the fog blocks the sky. The bells ring faintly in the distance, and the monks of the temple greet each other?
Sometimes I look far away, and I can’t help remembering my parents, and I write a poem:
Winter rain expresses kindness to my relatives
The ruthless winter rain is cold, making a snow house The clouds are floating. I wish you a loving family room, warm brocade robes when the weather is cold.
Just reading, reading and writing, dozens of days passed in a flash.
In short, staying at home to prevent the epidemic is really worth remembering.