Poetry composition of the first day of junior high school: Fighting the epidemic situation _550 words

The cold wind brings rain and fog, which is the sorrow of a city and a country. The cold wind is sighing. Confused thoughts are whispering this Spring Festival, and I have been absent-minded at home with my mother. Before going to Wuhan, I can only stop the virus and paste the Spring Festival couplets to wash the cups and plates. Calling relatives over and over again, writing letters and refusing to visit in the face of the raging epidemic, all I'm doing now is not thinking about angels in white and those unknown warriors, or even thinking about Wuhan. At the thought of them, my sad face arched with anxiety, and I saw the shame and fierce virus in my palm break into our home. I have passion, too. My fate is linked to the life and death of my motherland, and I fight against the disease. Now, I have to wait like a sniper On the way to spring, it is forbidden to bring the virus into spring to fight the epidemic. Hubei epidemic, Hunan frightened two provinces like brothers across the river. We are not afraid. If we are short of anything, just say that we are closest to you. Today, we join hands to fight the flood disaster. Today, we stopped the epidemic side by side, and life on both sides of the Yangtze River has been busy since ancient times. Come on! After the closure of the city, my heart has been hanging on the question of whether relatives and friends in Wuhan are safe. Send a video to listen to and answer "nothing". Although it is inconvenient to travel, there is no shortage of rice, oil and salt, and the epidemic is raging. People are also very calm when preventing and controlling. The water is still clear and the sky is still blue. I send a Spring Festival greeting "Hello, Wuhan!" I lament that 20xx is extraordinary.