This winter is not cold,
Sunlight and mood ferment together,
The bat shivered and XXX became inflamed.
Nasal congestion, cough, sore throat
Pulmonary cotton wool-like infection focus
Masks cover the whole world.
Fish can no longer see the river of memory on the water.
Turned upside down by a small yellow leaf
White skirt, white hat, white mask
A group of white people went in.
Disinfection, isolation, treatment, city closure
A snow drifted in.
The mountains and rivers form a piece of ice, and there are tears shining in it.
Poems on Fighting Epidemic with One Heart (Ⅱ)
outside the window
Flying snowflakes
Like a jade butterfly flying.
In the house.
As mild as spring.
Simple dishes
A plate of delicious meat jiaozi.
Me and my husband.
Lift the jade cup
Let the fragrance of red wine spread freely.
Miss my daughter
Miss the person you love.
Extend my dream of missing.
This is a special Spring Festival.
The pneumonia virus is spreading.
The epidemic is spreading.
my motherland
Stand the test in tribulation
This is a war without smoke.
Although I can't do it at all.
But it will never add chaos to society.
Be a good citizen
This is my responsibility.
Pray for the motherland
Bless XXX
May my relatives be safe!
Poems on Fighting Epidemic with One Heart (3)
I'm glad I'm still alive.
every minute and every second
The heart beats normally.
Feel the flow of blood
If pain doesn't burn like a raging fire.
Cone heart, biting
Wake me up after a long sleep.
I'm glad I'm still alive.
In the vague and clear days
Grab a pinch of fish tail and put it in the corner of your eye.
Quiet heart, never feel the cold of dripping water into ice.
After the severe cold, the snow gradually melted.
Spring is coming.
I'm glad I'm still alive.
In the backward Shenmu in northern Shaanxi
Have crazy and blind ideals
Happiness is an empty road.
Winter storage to be harvested
Warm poetry
Get out of your heart
Fengcheng Ji
awake from a dream
A picture on the carved window on the wall
Swing slowly with the wind
Climb the stairs and look for the sun's barrier in pieces of rags.
Listen, unity is strength.
Egrets are praying.
Flying wings are dedicated to XXX, a city and a river.
The rhythm of uniform brushing should deal with the order of air.
Every inch of vegetation is embedded in the skin of time.
In the face of disaster, we swept away our humble hearts.
Not afraid of hard work, stride forward and work together.
With all my love
Wash away the original sin of life