Ode to the beautiful white-clad warriors in the fight against the epidemic

Ode to the beautiful white-clad warriors of the epidemic

White Clouds (Night of the 20th day of the first month)

Xi'an don't be afraid,

For there you are

The greatness of the motherland

Rich and strong because of your beauty

You are flesh and blood

But it has created the Great Wall of the collapse of the epidemic

Received the order

Put down the dishes that are eating dinner

Rush to the bus that is on standby to assemble

The car was full of family phone calls

Or the cries of a child on the phone

Put it down and can't put it down

Maybe there is no end to this

The ancient capital of the battlefield of the epidemic

There is no way back

For the protection of home

Xi'an used to be prosperous

It has become empty

Tens of millions of troops in fixed-point verification

Winter swollen his hands

The citizens thanked each other one by one

Handmade card reports from children

And grandma's choking sounds

or the exclusion zone nucleic acid clearance operation

Who spares the preciousness of life

He has the hero's name on his back

Maybe it will fall at any time

But the name will make everyone

Always remember

The purpose of tears is

You still

A group of children in their twenties

Although the years are quiet

It's just because someone is holding on to it

The scarf country has eyebrows but so