The birds outside the window are still singing to each other, and all the people are howling.
The epidemic has filled the rivers and cities with tears, and the miasma rains are desolate and desolate.
Settled in Xianchen Mountain, the floating virus can be eliminated by a thousand cuts.
The doctor is sharpening his sword to cut off the new crown. Don’t shout about black and white and impermanence.
2
Willow eyes peek out of my window. The oriole sings in a new tune. Seems familiar to Yanchaoliang.
The thawed spring breeze warms the three towns, spreading the clouds and the sky. Don't be arrogant with only one hand.
3
The alarm bell rang in Hankou, and people rushed to fight in their clothes.
Although it is not the Spring Festival, it has the national conditions.
I would rather have a thousand people be good than be a soldier.
The gentle breeze comes from thousands of miles away, and the music plays the song of victory.
4
An epidemic brings a volume of poetry. Poetry and green blood fill the spring branches. New words for human tragedy.
Half a wisp of east wind wakes up the trees, and two new green trees announce the good times. The country is waiting to show off its arrogance.
5
At the beginning of the Year of the Rat, the god of plague descends, stirring up panic among thousands of households.
Gatherings are prohibited with closed doors and roads, and disinfection masks may be at risk.
People in white clothes are fearless despite the difficulties, and academicians are busy fighting the epidemic in times of crisis.
Pray that the disease will go away and the bad news will be spread all over the world.