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Dear Angel ——Tribute to the angel in white Ding Meiyun

The year of Gengzi's peach charm is changed, and the disease is mercilessly rolled in the sky.

The land of Huaxia was devastated, and the empty city of Shenzhou weeping and weeping appeared.

Have the courage to retrograde like an angel, save death and help the sad lotus.

It has been two years since the unity of purpose, and the history of the qing dynasty is min'an.

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2021 is destined to be another extraordinary year. Whether it is sensitive words such as "close contacts" and "sub-close contacts", or the numbers after "medium and high-risk areas" and "confirmed cases", they will eventually be recorded in the annals of history. A few years later, posterity came back to read and commented on various things. I only hope, and firmly believe, that they will carve you into majestic and majestic sculptures, standing in the arms of Mother Earth, standing in the deepest recesses of the world's hearts: the angels in white that I respect!

"Angel" is "Angel" in Western parlance. It is a romantic and aesthetic word, translated as Chinese also known as "Angel". Through this warm word, I suddenly saw a girl with a smile on her eyebrows and a face like a lotus flower gently walking towards me. Isn't that just you? My cutest angel in white! Dressed in a white snow coat, you weave through the corridors of the hospital, running between the beds of patients. Everywhere you pass, everywhere you go, it is all soaked with the power of life, and everything is wafting with a warm fragrance. Your eyes are like a torch, and the figure fighting against the impermanence of black and white makes the god of death frightened and gives hope to the living. Your neat snow clothes will stain the blood and tears of the wounded. Viruses with teeth and claws will also gather on it to sing wildly. But you don't back down, preferring to give your life to your life, but also in exchange for the well-being of tens of millions of people. You are the most beautiful Angel, like a lotus in a painting, holy and dignified.

Angel, all that you have given up will eventually return to you with a thousand times more compassion. Your cut hair, your blistering face, your sleepless nights and your determination to be other family boys, all of this will be transformed into the most gentle force in the years to come, pampering you. Can you hear the hymns of hundreds of millions of people chanting for you? I have already seen the peony that my mother-in-law in 93 years painted for you after she recovered from her illness. Did you know that a cured patient wants to see your face behind your goggles? Did you know that each of their bows carries a thousand pounds of respect and the courage to forge ahead? And these grateful, the good, the born, all the good powers, are given by you! Angel, the sweat and tears you shed today will eventually turn into xiangrui around you and me, protecting Huaxia for thousands of years.

Thank you, Angel. You fought hard in the battlefield without the smoke of gunfire, only in exchange for the peace of hundreds of thousands of families behind you. In the brightly lit window, there is me who cooks tea and rice with peace of mind, he who quietly serves flowers and plants, and she who chases dramas all night with joy... Without you, all this would have been a failure. Without you, the land of China today would have been full of mourning, and everyone would have been in danger. Once, isolated at home, I was always hysterical in the face of the "little god beast" who could not return to school. In the dull days of staying at home day after day, I occasionally get tired. However, every time at this time, I will think of you who look at you with tears in the window of your daughter, you who cannot go home to fulfill your filial piety, you whose weddings have been postponed repeatedly, you whose relatives are seriously ill but cannot serve on the side, you who sleep in the corridor, you who fight opposite the god of death... In the face of countless such you, how can we brazenly shout? Shouting tired? Shouting? Perhaps, at this time, you would rather be at home watching the children's chickens flying and the dogs jumping, I would rather be complained by my husband that the dishes are salty and the porridge is boiled, and I would rather tell my parents not to go out on the phone. My dear Angel, you cover the dark clouds in the sky with your weak wings and block the pouring rain, you sweat at the forefront of the fight against the epidemic, and you practice the oath of the healer with your youth. How can this not make people cry?

Angel, you must be safe. Your short-cut hair will eventually grow again. So, I want to see how your long hair flows. The scarred cheeks will also be as smooth as ever, so I want to see you beautiful selfies. So many ten-level beauty net celebrities are not as good as your light and jade plain face! My dearest Angel! Please, be strong. Please, be sure to rest. If you fall, where will the children behind you call out to your mother? If you fall, how will we comfort the foolish boy who is waiting for you to return? If you fall, how can your parents bear the desolation of your absence? I want to say to you: How many 84 years old can I have in my life? My dear Academician Zhong Nanshan? Your name reveals the heroism and heroism of a certain future! In the old age, you let us see the majesty of the sunset infinitely better than the rising sun! Dear Academician Zhong, please, surely, must lead these most adorable Angels back to their hometown and return to their parents.

Dear Angel, I want to say to you too much, too much. Let them, as the gentlest rain, fall on your nose and fingertips. Let them, transformed into tigers and tigers, surround you. It's spring again, Angel. A safe return is my expectation for you.

About author:Ding Meiyun, teacher of the central primary school of Cao Fan School District, Zhangqiu District, Jinan City, Shandong Province, a contracted writer of the Qilu Evening News Qingwei Supplement, a member of the Zhangqiu District Writers Association, a member of the Licheng District Writers Association, and a member of the Jinan Writers Association. The writings have been published in Shandong Education, Shandong Education Newspaper, Teaching Management, Nanfeng, Qilu Literature, Curriculum Teaching Materials Teaching Research, New Campus, City Women's Daily, Zhangqiu Story, Aurora Literature and Art and other magazines and newspapers. Some of his works have won awards in essay contests held on platforms such as "City Headlines" and "Qilu One Point".

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