Epidemic prevention poem

Angels and demons have never been at odds with each other. If there are angels and demons, there is nowhere to hide. If there is a devil, there will be an angel to step forward. I believe that evil will not be suppressed. This winter, such a group of demons came to this world, which could have been a happy year, but the arrival of the demons made our life restless. I heard that they are a kind of novel coronavirus. However, we are not afraid because a group of angels are "fighting" for us. They are doctors and nurses. They are researchers. They are fighting for us. We must also unite to defeat these viruses, cheer for Wuhan, cheer for Hubei and cheer for the motherland. Fuck off, coronavirus, you, touch it quietly before and after the Chinese New Year. Angels in white wanders around, working day and night, the PLA soldiers stick to their posts, and the people of the whole country, Qi Xin, work together. I firmly believe that it is not terrible to isolate you with coronavirus. Destroying the horn of your victory will always blow the excellent works of children's poems on anti-epidemic themes. Fan Wen's mother told me that we are now like Alice falling into a magic hole and encountering an extremely evil coronavirus. We can't just go out. People wear big masks to meet each other, and the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant. The virus has surrounded our home. I want to borrow Alice's beheading sword and wave it hard to get rid of the virus. I want to borrow Nezha's musket and kill the virus with its blazing flame. I will also borrow the treasure gourd of Taishang Laojun to collect all the viruses in his blast furnace, so that everyone can regain their free life. The distance between you and me is only one arm of yours. I can be as tall as you when I am gently picked up. It turns out that the distance between you and me is actually the distance between each other's heights. The distance between you and me is that you prick my little ass's hand with a needle. You can feel each other's body temperature. It turns out that the distance between you and me is actually the distance between hearts. One moonlit night, I fell asleep with a story about you. In your dream, you met a little monster named coronavirus. I was bleeding so hard that I couldn't breathe. I finally saw your eyebrows through the smoke, but my tears were like surging waves. It turns out that the distance between you and me is connected by blood. Children's poetry with the theme of fighting the epidemic.