Popular Poetry (1)
I'm proud of you (to the hero on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War).
Lyrics: Wang Wen
I know your love is burning.
I know, the devil is harassing.
Protective medical clothes cover your beautiful face.
But I can't hide your most beautiful smile
I pray that the sky will always be high.
I pray that the world will always be beautiful.
We are connected by blood, and we are compatriots of the same root.
I don't know how many moved tears I shed.
I am proud of you, I am proud of you.
Go upstream and face the danger unswervingly
When evil gets in the way, the flag still flies in the wind.
On the road of youth, there are passionate songs.
I am proud of you, I am proud of you.
Escort the health and safety of thousands of families with love.
When spring blossoms, everything will be beautiful.
On the way to victory, I sang the song of victory.
Popular Poetry (2)
Pay tribute to the emergency medical team.
Wang comes from Jixi Middle School.
The epidemic is the order.
sequence
Without the slightest hesitation
Without any slack.
Set out carefully
Say goodbye to a small family
Parting and reunion
* * * Go to the first-line battlefield
Race against time
Compete with the virus
I don't regret cutting my long hair.
Don't complain if your face is broken.
Tired, lean back.
Sleepy, lying anywhere
What is dedication?
This is dedication.
What is dedication?
This is dedication
What is unity is strength?
This is unity is strength.
Popular Poetry (3)
To my hero.
-Grandpa Zhong Nanshan.
Author: Luen
Grandpa Zhong listened to grandma.
They met you in SARS 17 years ago.
Grandpa, then tell me about this COVID-19 virus.
When will it end?
Is it soon? Can we go out to school?
Grandpa, they all say,
You are an expert and a hero. You are the support of more than one billion people in China.
When countless people fled Hubei.
And you, on the other hand, set foot on the high-speed train and went straight to Wuhan.
Grandpa, aren't you afraid?
You have been leading the medical staff to the forefront of the epidemic.
It shoulders the heavy responsibility of the security of hundreds of millions of people in China.
Grandpa, aren't you tired? I hope this epidemic will end soon.
Because then you can have a good rest.
Mom said: You are angels in white.
Dad said: You are flying against the wind.
At this moment, I really understand.
Grandpa Zhong, I want to be like you when I grow up.
Protect your home with your own body.
When I grow up, I will also do practical things for the people.
Let the mother of the motherland no longer suffer such a scourge.
Grandpa Zhong! critical period
Thank you for shouldering the heavy burden in times of crisis.
In times of crisis, the people of the motherland trust your professional authority, compassion and love.
Zhong Nanshan advised him to move.
This is the aspiration of the people of the whole country and the trust of hundreds of millions of compatriots. We are waiting for your order.
Grandpa Zhong, I am proud of you!
Grandpa Zhong! Come on, China, come on!
Popular Poetry (4)
It's too late to say goodbye to parents,
No time to say goodbye to my lover and children.
The epidemic is spreading in Wuhan!
The medical team was ordered to attack.
The epidemic is racing against time,
Stop the war, you use your body as a bunker!
Without rest day and night,
Even an iron man can't afford it.
Out of the ward,
Passed out in the corridor one by one.
Seeing your sunken eye socket,
Feel your persistence and perseverance.
Once delicate hands,
Johnson covered the white bubble mark;
Take off the mask and face the vicissitudes of life.
As if through half a century!
A few photos are just a few drops of your struggle;
Dedication has long been integrated into your lives.
Salute! Military doctors on the front line of the epidemic.
You stand on the ridge,
Hold up the long embankment of peace in the motherland!
The motherland will not forget,
People will always remember!
Please accept a nonstandard salute,
Express the highest respect in my heart!
Popular Poetry (5)
This Spring Festival travel rush hasn't started yet.
It seems to be over. A little annoyed
There is no difficulty breathing for a minute.
The chicken crowed in the middle of the night and its body temperature did not fluctuate.
But I still can't help it
Be swayed by some inexplicable uneasiness
Accustomed to hints and vacillations.
The weak. 37 degrees
Just a little, like a stone.
I wonder if I'm becoming
My own rumor
I don't need treatment and comfort yet.
50th birthday, but it's over.
This is just an extra wrinkle.
Black eyes,
A piece of Xu Bei.
Last year's poplars were blocked.
Then, I saw a young flag
Towards the grid where I live.
I heard it's from the county compound.
A group of boys and girls
They are in their twenties.
A smile in his early thirties
Are written on both sides of the flag.
Stop the haze, they go against the wind.
Step by step is not a word,
Worth mentioning.
Just to lead the rhythm of spring blossoms.
They give money to old people and children.
Caring and considerate,
Take your temperature and write down 24 o'clock firmly.
Uninterrupted intimacy and care
They sent much-needed masks.
Disinfectants and distant relatives
News of growing peace
They are eager for those
Neighbors with breezes and sweet dreams
Turn on the February moonlight in advance.
Bright windows in March
They have their own bodies.
Keep diseases away from thousands of miles.
The cold in the north has not subsided.
The wind news in the south has already started.
I am timid and not sensitive enough.
Facing the forms handed by young people
I dare not even leave my name.
I can only hide here and write quietly.
Some are small, some are big.
Write about those who are called by youth.
Breathe the community air with your heart
Write about how little green the street has always been.
Write Spring Festival couplets for every household, stick grilles.
Return to great joy again and again.
Write down and continue to be a good person.
One tomorrow to another tomorrow.
It's about the young people in the county compound.
Their faces are as red as China in the morning sun.
How to embody the flying flag
And how to branch my fine print.
Blow a little, filter and polish.
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