Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde poem 1
The poetry of the Yellow Crane Tower exudes poetic light.
When the flavor was getting stronger and stronger.
I stand at the other end of the theory of relativity.
A long sigh
It's like hearing a poem moaning from the Yellow Crane Tower.
_ _ A raging virus.
Hold the reciter by the throat.
Quiet, quiet
"From the cloud for thousands of years."
When bright is used as a word.
The eyes of trust reflect strength.
The black scorpion in the body of the white sky general.
Turn light.
No longer let the stars fall into paper confession.
Water droplets threaten the essence of the soul.
The Yellow Crane Tower lost several lives.
Wearing big-headed shoes
Come back from the brink of life and death
The poetry of the Yellow Crane Tower exudes poetic light.
choking action
Just came in 2020, in China _ _
Epidemic spread
A people's war without smoke
The prelude has begun.
Fierce fighting, panic.
In the face of the ravagers, "novel coronavirus"
Soldiers dressed in white crouched in the field hospital.
Attacking the "epidemic prevention and control" blocking war one after another
Thirty provinces (autonomous regions and municipalities) "first-level public health emergency response"
The armed forces of the army, navy and air force rushed to the rescue.
Unified thinking? City "
Eliminate the "virus" that harms people before "beginning of spring"
In order to win, heroes also have casualties.
Powerful forces are invincible.
Rapidly conquer the enemy's last fortress
Welcome the sunshine of the new era
Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde poem II
epidemic
In the snowy wilderness, I want to step on some footprints. but
There are guards wearing masks and red armbands at the gate of the community to check everyone passing by.
I can only climb the window to watch the birds jump and see the paw prints written casually in the snow.
Imagine that everyone may be a virus carrier, and masks and body temperature are the criteria for identification.
Chasing and intercepting, I would rather blame one thousand wrongly than let one go; If it is fatal, it is the enemy.
Birds are still free, without bamboo poles, pots, gongs and crowds.
The airflow is shaking and the wind is rolling in every position.
Snow seals the earth, and white cold erodes the skin, even when wearing a mask.
I still live next to the identity checker, and my breathing and eyes are even below freezing point.
Hatred is burning, and the cold is lengthening, although there are birds and sunshine outside the window.
Another aunt resisted, others were pushed to the ground and handcuffed with torture devices.
Can only hide in a unified building, the power of the virus is so powerful;
Prestige and aura make the streets in early spring empty and cold; The police car is clearing the way?
A bow, no self.
Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde poem 3
There is nothing to worry about in life, but the joy of Chinese New Year.
The mask covers the nose. The street was cold, and the foot-binding shop closed during the epidemic.
How can I resist the ambition of pine trees when it is slightly cold, and how can I dump China's boat when disaster strikes?
The giant hand obeys the will of the people, and the initial heart does not rewrite the Spring and Autumn Period.
Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde poem 4
I hope the hero will go home.
Welcome the morning sun in early February and spring,
Qi Xin's morale in Kyushu is high.
Anti-epidemic heroes are sweating like a pig,
Peach blossoms bloom all over the country.
Pay tribute to the most beautiful retrograde poem 5
Pneumonia is very severe
Viruses always exploit opportunities.
The world is so chaotic that people's hearts are dim.
The disease comes from an unknown place.
Shadows pervade my heart.
And all living things
You need a good medicine in the end.
Even if it is impossible to prevent, we still hope to treat both the symptoms and the root causes.
Only faith will not be infected?
The world can be purified.
Everyone can be immunized.
Isolation; isolation;quarantine
In this first month, countless people know or don't know.
Isolated in hospitals, hotels and their respective homes.
Because in order to avoid contact with deadly viruses. they
Keep a respectful distance from others and have something to say.
From the first day to the fifth day, the sky is always gloomy.
I haven't left my house either.
On the sixth day, it suddenly cleared up. Long-lost sunshine intrudes directly from the window.
I suddenly understood: besides it, there is warm love and heart.
In three days, I will go out to work again. Then I watched the weather forecast.
It will be another sunny day, getting closer and closer to the spring flowers.
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