Today's sunshine is really good, go home at noon to eat, there are almost no shadows around the community, no sound, only the "red armband" on duty: please scan the code!
I seem to be used to this quiet, but I have always felt the heavy touch of the cry behind this tranquility, and my heart is covered by a bright word.
Standing in front of the window, watching the ice in the river downstairs begin to close, the trees that have fallen leaves are straight and dry, thin but poetic, there are a few ginkgo leaves lying on the lawn, it seems to be a little lonely, there are still a few unleaved leaves between the branches of the trunk, it seems to be inheriting the arrival of spring, time will really take away everything and restore all, flourishing withering, withering and vigorous.
It's almost the New Year, winter is about to pass, and despite the epidemic, we are still wrapped tightly and thickly in ourselves, although the trees I am familiar with are still empty and lack of vitality. Perhaps the busyness of the day blunts the sensitivity to natural changes. But in that particular winter, there was a deep imprint, there was a sun shining, it was warm, the heart was warm, and life had a bright color.
Winter in my hometown is the most beautiful season, and I can only stand in front of the window to watch this corner of the sky. Sometimes looking at the sunlight outside the window, my heart always surges with eager hope, white and red blend, true feelings and love are transmitted, and my heart image also rises and falls with simple numbers and flourishing words.
On the way to the unit, the once noisy street market tends to be quiet, but standing at the entrance of the traffic bureau, watching the cars that pick up children stop, disinfect, and sample, the parents' anxious and excited eyes are gathered on the "big white". Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but pause, this picture seemed to bloom in the eyes, warm and bright, and the white bloomed in the tears like water lilies. I seem to understand: where there is "big white", there is warmth and sunshine, where there is love is home, the original sunshine is because there is still this white burden forward, these "big white" are the most reassuring reason, their figures, marked with strong and indomitable branding, every pair of shining eyes, is filled with confidence and tenacity. I would like to remember this kind of scene in my heart.
Whether it is the plague that invaded the ancient city of Xi'an, through the land of Sanqin, or touched every nerve in the holy land of Yan'an, whether it was the year before, last year, or this year, we unswervingly have the same business card, that is, the retrograde, a touch of white in the city, a group of struggling figures, in order to protect the masses, in order to protect the peace and sleepless nights. You must survive this hurdle, because these figures affect many people's hearts.
We may not know how terrible the epidemic is, but we must understand how cute the people around us are. These days, the eyes are a white, a touch of red, a blue... These monotonous and striking colors weave a dense and powerful web for the city: the warm embrace across the protective clothing, the gentle eyes across the goggles; the firm words in the video, the handsomest look on duty, the concerned words in the tone, the warm reminders in the sampling... Even if the future life is colorful, these colors will surely be the most unforgettable memories of life. The most beautiful colors of this winter are the safest existence in the city, and the colors worn on them are also the memories worn on our hearts. I couldn't see their faces, I could feel the warm gaze. They left their homes and loved ones behind and raced against time because they had to be like warriors and always have a charging posture.
Walking to the opposite side of a card point, I saw a child saluting the police on the opposite side, yes, watching the motorcade slowly drive in front of me, looking at the epidemic prevention and control team that rushed to xi'an and Yan'an, we should raise our right hand to salute them! Hats off to a warm word!
The right hand of the tribute is clenched into a fist, giving up who I am, the battle has me, these vows always interpret the source of justice and strength. Because they believe that after the past year, until tomorrow in the next year, they will see all the strange sunshine and the red flowers will bloom fragrantly.
Extend a hand of hope and blessing to every retrograde and give the most beautiful smile.
Because this is the most beautiful logo of the land of beautiful water.
The most beautiful colors construct the most beautiful flowers, perhaps when the wind blows gently, pick up a wisp of your dark incense, pick up your petals, do not have to put the wine to the moon, just silently gaze, relieve your sorrows, fulfill your dreams, every morning, watch it affectionately face the rising sun.
Maybe we have no choice but to win.
Back in the office, I wrote a word in my notebook, an enlarged word in my heart.
This word is called love full of people!
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Literary Consultant: Liu Hulin, Sun Xinshe
Literary director: Wei Xinhuai, Zhang Zhanwu
Literary Editor: Li Suining Yang Jingning
Commentary Editor: Chen Jun, Yang Yanping
Explanation: Chen Jun
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The following video is from
Shaanxi Institute of Health and Environment
Producer| Gao Yanping
Responsible editor| Chen Jun, Yang Yanping, Zhang Bo
Editor| Liu Qiang, Cui Chun'e, Yang Jingning