2. In the spring, the residual snow fades and the shallow plums are fragrant. Listen to the cuckoo. On the wings of poetry. Into the spring, birds and flowers come into the spring, sowing hope and returning to the bell of Si Yuan. Like the mighty spring thunder, the drum of exorcism sounded again.
The spring tide of the Yangtze River is rolling, and the waves are scouring heroes. Let Jiangcheng stop howling in the evil wind, the turbid waves are empty, the spring breeze of Vulcan Mountain blows away the haze in the sky, and the spring breeze of Raytheon Mountain brings hope to people suffering from the virus.
3, into the spring, with dreams, let's laugh and stay at home, even if the wings are broken, our hearts will fly, you know, a little persistent stubbornness can also ignite the power of hope, touch the hero's face with a spring breeze, and awaken the bloom of life.
Take out a handful of sunshine, illuminate our hearts and guide us forward. The positive energy of people infected with photosynthetic virus enters the road of spring, longing for poetry and distant epidemic prevention and control.