Send the plague god one
Green water and green mountains are self-defeating, Hua Tuo helpless little worm He!
Thousands of villages are left behind, and thousands of xiaoshu ghosts sing.
Sit on the ground and travel eighty thousand miles a day, survey the sky and look at a thousand rivers.
Niu Lang wanted to ask about the plague god, just as sad and happy as the waves of death.
Send the plague god the second
There are thousands of spring wind willows, and 600 million Shenzhou is shunyao.
The red rain turns into waves at will, and the green mountains turn into bridges.
Tianlian Wuling silver hoe fell, and the earth moved the three rivers iron arm to shake.
Asking the plague king where he wanted to go, the paper boat burned brightly in the sky.
The two poems echo back and forth, telling the earth-shaking changes in which the people of the mainland suffered schistosomiasis before and after liberation: one said that due to the previous years of war, a small schistosomiasis made the tens of thousands of households in the former village only tired of white bones, looking at the whole universe, even the cowherd immortals were helpless; the other said that after the people became masters of their own affairs, they enthusiastically changed the world and changed the earth, repaired the river embankments and cleared the channels, and because the environmental sanitation was completely changed, the schistosomiasis no longer had a place to stay, and the people joyfully sent away the plague god.
If the chairman is still alive, seeing the new crown virus that is raging around the world today, he will also sing a few songs, right?
