—— Li Zheye
one
Ugly winter moon, Chang 'an land, "COVID-19" invasion.
Before Santa Claus came through the snow and decorated with colorful lights.
As a result, the topic of "COVID-19" flies around like wings.
Everything is a race against time, and all the people are soldiers, working together to fight the epidemic.
The traffic turned into the dark underground garage, and the glory was covered with a hazy veil.
Seal off the city, the heart and the epidemic. A series of isolation belts separate thick land, and one prevention and control zone blocks the endless flow of the city.
The frolicking children waved goodbye to their partners, the old man who did morning exercises gathered his enthusiasm, the noise of the square dance subsided, and the hurried people disappeared.
The world is quiet. This ancient city, which has been walking for more than 3,000 years in the sound of camel bells, has stopped.
two
In times of crisis, someone always stepped forward. In times of crisis, there are always people who are the mainstay.
Behind the bright red handprints and bloody books, you are the loveliest people.
The cold wind is biting, and you stand as a white barrier, brightly lit, indicating another day and night.
The ambulance roared by, tired, hungry and cold, and there was a long queue in front. You can only bite your silver teeth and let sweat and tears soak your white clothes.
Forget time, quiet world.
The hospital bed is like a flower that will wither. Angels in white should be a dancing butterfly. With you, the yellow land will have vitality.
After the baptism of songs, desperate people forgot their fears and stopped moaning.
The towering bell tower bears witness to your dedication, and every brick and tile embodies a deep sigh.
Linglong Wild Goose Pagoda listens to your footsteps, and every grass and tree is unyielding.
three
Dedication is the initial heart and epidemic prevention is the mission.
There is a bright red armband in the distance, which is a flag embroidered with China's soul.
Perhaps, you are just insignificant roles in the vast army.
But you stood up at the first time and went to the front line, taking great risks and running back and forth on this thorny road, sending hope to the helpless people.
Like a spring rain, it permeates the earth and people's hearts.
Like a torch, it illuminates the night and the direction of efforts.
You are a soldier, too. You are fearless. Let the cold wind roar, let the winter snow dance, just go ahead blindly and look for the first sunrise in the morning.
Others can't see you clearly, don't know your name, and don't know where you ended up. But if the world is full of sunshine, you must be the most dazzling light source.
four
Wan Li railway, material support. Two parallel lines extend infinitely, crossing the mountains and rivers beside the endless wilderness, and building a bridge between supply and demand.
The epidemic can't catch up with your speed, leaving behind endless mountains, rushing rivers, reflections of trees on both sides, crossing the hinterland of the plain and crossing the border of the plateau, and only roaring wheels, trembling rails and panting locomotives.
West ironman didn't stop, didn't look back at the tottering baby and pale parents, and didn't hesitate. The train didn't stop, and the speed of chasing the wind brought high hopes to millions of people and warmth from all directions.
Where is your heart, just go home. A whistle brought the people in the waiting room back to order. Dedicated service has calmed the dream of traveling and stabilized the hard return home.
five
A short pause, just for a longer journey and flight. Temporary closure is only for wider openness and tolerance.
The footsteps of dawn have come slowly from the horizon, holding the deep blue mountains in one hand and the sun that has just opened its eyes in the other.
Spring Festival is finally about to blow the horn of spring, the fog has receded, light rain and breeze, and blue sky and white clouds have come.
The city quietly jointing in its sleep, and the sound of breaking ground resounded through the earth. There is a force riding the wind and waves, which is a new hope for the coming year.
Will come, bustling crowds, Mercedes-Benz cars, fast EMUs, whizzing planes, a busy new atmosphere.
Will come, Baqiao flying catkins, the gentle evening breeze of the Expo Park, the bustling scenery of the city that never sleeps, and a thriving new world.