Water drops converge into rivers and seas, and greatness comes from the ordinary. Is this poem written for the dead?

No. Water drops converge into rivers and seas, and greatness comes from the ordinary. This poem is not for the dead. Thousands of water drops have merged into rivers and seas, and great men have developed from ordinary people. It's for ordinary people. In this special period, we have seen ordinary workers, with kindness and faith, maintaining the normal operation of the city, in a work garden of less than one square meter, accompanied by hard work and sweat.