"Hold On, My City"

Text/Xu Yanling

Ghostly COVID-19

Roaring wildly

It invaded the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties

Unbelievable, overnight

Countless bloody footprints

Climb the thick walls

Northwest winds, still endless

My city was "sick" and pressed the pause button

Closed gates, stagnant walls

Wordless goose pagoda, breathless morning bell twilight drum

Frozen into snow, rain and frost

Behind the danger, the retrograde

Rush to the forefront

Tireless, that moment

Protective clothing and red vests became the most beautiful scenery

"Scan codes, measure temperature, do nucleic acids"

Guarding the beautiful hometown

Hold on, my city

Day or night

A group of people who have no remorse

Forget about a hungry and thirsty bunch

Stay on the front lines

Let the tears wet the eyes

A flower and a stone, a grass and a tree

Blended with Qin style Han rhyme

The character of the copper wall iron wall

Filled in the bones

The character of the sickle hammer

Flowing in the veins

Residual snow will eventually melt into a warm current

The breeze will eventually dispel the haze

The city gates opened

I will use a pot of old wine to serve a round of bright moon

Stand on the Yongning Gate and sing loudly

I stood at the top of the city

No grief, no panic

I believe

The sonorous footsteps of spring are getting closer and closer

Eyes filled with affection

I will be like everyone else

Cheers for you

Or in a line of poetry, pray

Darkness is a passer-by before dawn

I will rewrite a new chapter in Chang'an

2021.12.29 in Xi'an

About author:Xu Yanling, a native of Weinan, Shaanxi, is a member of the Linwei District Writers Association. Like to travel, love between the mountains and rivers, love nature overflowing with words. Enjoy life, write as you like, and feel life with poetry creation. His works have appeared in Weinan Daily, Sanxian Wenyuan, Huashan Literature, Butterfly Lanxin, Weinan Literary Circle, Poetry Parlor, Qiachuan Literature, Sujian Wenyuan and other media platforms.