The poem praising the hero who fought the epidemic is short.

Spring is like a beautiful angel, dancing, where the steps go, flowers are in full bloom, butterflies are dancing, insects are singing and affectionate. Although the epidemic has filled this spring with a little anxiety and helplessness, it has also filled it with expectations.

Look at the slowly flowing stream in the mountain stream, the looming green on the grass and the blue in the distant mountains, all telling people that the long winter night has passed, the terrible epidemic will surrender like a defeated soldier with the arrival of spring, and the dark sky will eventually shed dazzling light. Spring has come.

Staring at the peak outside the window, as firm as a retrograde person. Staring at the sunshine on the horizon, like the bright smile of medical staff. The dark clouds cleared away and the scenery was infinite. Wan Li rivers and mountains, we fight day and night, fearless. We use a touch of green to guard our way home.