Let's start with a short poem about fighting the epidemic.
A fierce epidemic came from Wuhan, and dust billowed in Wan Li, China. The source is cut off, and the family is isolated from the public.
Volunteer pioneers are born outside, and developing drugs is a passion. The spring breeze is green, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and peach blossoms are everywhere.
Second, a short poem to fight the epidemic.
From the country to the individual, everyone is acting. It is this baptism of life and death that brings us together. In the corridor of the hospital, the female nurse fell asleep in her chair, and her exhaustion flowed through her blood vessels and her like a flood. In the dream of waking up at any time, how many people, like her, are still persisting in extreme fatigue, like private soldiers.
Sticking to the dangerous border, in order to let the iron curtain of the night fade away as soon as possible, waiting, the hazy mountains crawl to meet the brilliant sunrise, as if we had completed a new life.
Third, a short poem to fight the epidemic.
At the time of crisis, he was ordered to set foot on the Central Plains, and he searched for the real murderer day and night. Heal the wounded and rescue the dying, check the pathology, eliminate the plague and protect the home.
One city is in trouble and more help, and the four seas are United in triumph. Praise the cohesion of the military and civilians, and laughter is sweet in a harmonious and prosperous world.
Fourth, a short poem to fight the epidemic.
Unprovoked plague arrival Jiangcheng, Yellow Crane Tower foggy. Air and land suspension can be blocked, and tourists are delayed.
Clouds are afraid of the red sun, and dust is afraid of the good wind after all. At first, it was hard to believe that a madman would last, but after the clouds cleared, it cleared up.
Five, short poems to fight the epidemic.
Sudden spread of the epidemic, unprepared to endanger people's livelihood. The north and south of the Yangtze River are choppy and the national strength is strong.
The party pointed out that when the fog is driven away by the navigation mark, the weather will be fine and the spring scenery will be magnificent. Cherishing a glass of wine in the morning flowers, holding back the smell of smoke and not relaxing.
Six, short poems to fight the epidemic.
The battle has begun, and Wuhan is the front line. Endure watching the yellow crane cry and the sunset setting on the river bank. On the eve of the reunion, the whole country lost its cheers and the north and south were busy. I saw Wan Li galloping and flying horses rushing to the battlefield.
The fire and thunder are urgent, the walls are closed and the night is long. Handsome flag, the star array sounded and the horn rolled. The magic raccoon escaped from the wind, the tiger roared and the dragon sang in the back, and the soldier Khan first frost. The tragic smoke is absolutely gone, and the angels have expressed their feelings.