The most beautiful retrograde

Text/Cloud Chasing the Moon (Liang Congmiao)

Xin Ugly Winter Month Twenty-three,

It's freezing, it's windy,

Snow and wind, fill the sky,

The new crown is unscrupulous,

And attacked the ancient city of Shengshi.

Spreading so fast that it was caught off guard,

Xi'an presses the pause button,

Road closures, village closures, city closures,

The city sounded the anti-epidemic flute.

The epidemic is the order,

Prevention and control is responsibility,

Life is heavier than Tarzan.

An ordinary and thin college teacher,

Received the notice of school closure,

Leaving behind their elderly parents,

Leave behind the son who is nursing

And a six-year-old daughter.

Carrying a gift bag, he resolutely left home in a hurry...

She used to be her mother's good girl,

She was once the mother that the child relied on,

She was a teacher at the School of Medicine.

Slender hand A woman who can't open a drink bottle cap,

How she has become so magical now.

After a rapid training to participate in the school's nucleic acid test,

Every day from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m.,

Resolutely persevering in the bitter cold wind,

A long line of meters and a long line,

Nucleic acid testing is ready to be carried out,

There is a volunteer: "Teacher Wang phone", "help me pick up the speakerphone",

Over there came the voice of her daughter:

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

Grandma is unwell,

Xiao Bao kept crying again."

She choked,

Desperately say "Quick! Help me hang up the phone",

Tears swirled in the eyes that could only be seen under the protective clothing,

She lifted her head to keep the tears from falling,

He squeezed his frozen red hand

He said darkly, "Mommy will come home early!" "Come on!

It is still in a no uncertain sense to continue to work

Her actions were tearful

Admirable

It wasn't that she didn't love her parents

It wasn't that she didn't love her children

She wasn't a family who didn't love her

It's love that's too deep and too broad

During the pandemic

How many healthcare workers

How many volunteers there are

How many police officers

How many parents and children

Abandon the little home for everyone

Heading upwind,

No fear of the cold, day and night

Carry the weight for us

How many people charge in front of selfless dedication

How many people guard life with their lives

In exchange for us, the years are quiet

They are a bunch of obscure heroes!