The poems to fight the epidemic in 2020 were surprisingly quiet.
Rare silence
A heartbreaking silence
Wind, no trace.
Snow, be quiet.
Haiya is not surprised.
The sky, the earth and the sea are foggy.
You can't say what's wrong.
In that way
Cut through the sky with one command.
Second, spirituality.
Sanshan Ming Sheng
medical worker
Go the other way.
Hundreds of millions of people
Unity is strength.
Waiting for a sunny day
Look at my China.
Deep purple and bright red-beautiful flowers
Great motherland
flourishing
now
Voice is better than silence.
There is no spring in the poetry of fighting the epidemic in 2020.
It makes people boil like this
You live a comfortable life at home.
But how many people are fighting death?
Happy days are hard to come by.
You must know how to be grateful.
The spring of 2020
I'm afraid it's not common for decades
The haze of novel coronavirus
The blue sky hanging over the motherland
How many people are being treated in isolation?
How pathetic it is to lie in a hospital bed.
How many people are dying?
Causing a happy family to break up.
Want to live a healthy and safe life
We must cherish life and fear nature.
Don't let the demons that ravage the world
Re-appear on the land of our motherland.
In 2020, poems to fight the epidemic were attacked by dark clouds.
Flying in the snow
The ice outside the window is cold.
Drop by drop, drop by drop
Is in the process of transformation
Suddenly there was a porcelain-like explosion.
It's rows of ice
collapse
The cold wind roared
Bai Ou dances.
The sea rolled with muddy waves.
The ship stopped on the waves.
Like a blade of grass
Shake the sadness of February
In the turbulent sky
Shoot dazzling skylight from time to time.
February.
Jingchu is in trouble.
Touch the hearts of Chinese children
Face the disaster bravely
Have confidence
Go forward without hesitation
Run to the battlefield without smoke
Enron order
Kongjing steet lane
The flowery spring is on the road.