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The wind in February is still chilly, and the empty city streets are still brightly lit, but there is an unspeakable depression. Looking up at the sky, it is still a layer of fog, but the rays of sunshine exude warmth through the fog. The sun has risen, and the Ji cloud is finally coming.
The Spring Festival was supposed to be a time for family reunion, but a sudden epidemic tried to take everything away. At first, people thought that novel coronavirus had nothing to do with them, until it began to wreak havoc, plundering the lives of relatives and friends, and there was no pure land in the motherland ... We began to panic, be at a loss, disagree, and even "talk about Hubei". At that time, 84-year-old Academician Zhong Nanshan stepped forward. He told the public not to go to Wuhan as far as possible without special circumstances, but he boarded the high-speed train and ran to the war. The People's Daily commented that Zhong Nanshan "has a career as an academician, the courage of a soldier and the responsibility of a national scholar." One branch and one leaf are always worried about the situation, and countless medical staff petitioned. They rushed around day and night, and Spark rushed to help. Donations from all over the world have produced "China people" who will never be named in Qian Qian. My mind is broad, even broad, and I am listening to the thunder in a quiet place. The darker it is, the more you can see the ordinary soul shining.
I saw Chen Ying, the nurse who postponed the wedding for the epidemic, kissing her boyfriend through the ward glass; I saw a 90-year-old grandmother working day and night in front of her 64-year-old sick son's bed and writing "Son, you must be strong"; I heard a husband say the most beautiful sweet words to his wife who helped Hubei, "You come back safely and I will take care of the housework for a year" ... I would like to pray for the deceased, and the whale sank to the bottom of the sea and secretly fed all beings. I am willing to become a scarred person for the war and spill my blood on the land I really love. I would like to be moved by the simple and heavy friendship between the people and ordinary people, and share weal and woe in the place where the landslide occurred.
Whether it is a respectable retrograde person or raising money to support the public in the hardest hit areas, everyone has a share of heat and a share of light, so that small fireflies can gather into a torch to illuminate the darkness. Mr. Lu Xun said: "Infinite distance and countless people are all related to me." At this moment, we join hands with Wuhan and stay with the motherland. I believe that if we unite, we will eventually get out of the days when we can't see the stars and the moon under the dense clouds, like cherry blossoms in full bloom and the moon breaking through the clouds, which means the sword refers to the starry sky, Dai Yue. The mist is about to disappear, and Ji clouds have appeared on the horizon.
Chu Yang warmed the deserted river bank through the mist, and everything in front of him was full of fluorescence.
Hang in there, China. Let's go