Poems praising the fight against the epidemic are as follows:
1, Mo Daojun left early. Few people go out for a spring outing. The virus starts from Jiangcheng, and the fire is urgent and the god of plague is unpredictable. Just wait for the report in spring. Don't panic. And rest at home, don't run around, everyone is fine!
There are countless people who want to help others as much as they can. Those volunteers who went to the front line of the disaster area may have hesitated and struggled like that lady. But in the end, he became firm in a lofty emotion. This is a common feeling for the suffering of others. No one is an island, all of us are a whole. It is such a moment that people break away from narrowness and build the brightest starry sky with brilliance.
From the point of view of the vast starry sky, man is just a grain of dust, but this sympathy has given us. In that great loneliness, the deepest tremor in my heart. I feel that I will never walk alone.