"Investigation of The Clear Sample" - Yesterday evening, someone sent a rhythmic poem-like impression. She is a media worker who has been working on a regular basis for more than 40 days, intermittently walking here and there in Xi'an at different stages of this special situation. At this moment, the city is gradually recovering, and she can't help but look back at the scene that came and went a month ago on the way to work:
"The way home in the evening peak
And a bunch of cars happen to brake when braking on the road
It felt actually warm
On the way to the road, there is companionship left and right
There are references in the lanes of travel
No more panic over places where the signs are not clearly marked
The city seems to have come alive little by little
Everybody was driving around
All alive
In fact, it is very satisfying
There is a lot less road rage
Hopefully, this is the beginning of cherishing each other
Return home early
ps: don't compare and don't know, the city is really dead."
After reading it, I said to write a little more, enough 300 words to make an article. Thus, the following paragraphs are added:
"I've seen empty streets
I've seen the clock tower where you can park your car and watch
I have seen Muslim streets where residents are not allowed to enter
I've seen a street of dusty bars
I've seen small meals with too many closing roller shutter doors
I've seen shivering in the cold wind with longing eyes
Stray animals coaxing residual scents in plastic bags
I smell the same disinfectant water in different units, different communities
I've seen different-looking temperature guns of all colors
I saw it all, but I didn't see you
A face other than his eyes. ”
People often do this sometimes, when they don't say it, they are too lazy to move their mouths and pens, and once the floodgates are opened, emotions from all directions will surge like a tide. Hence the following article.
The fight against the epidemic and depression of the big meow
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After stepping into March, I suddenly found that the days had passed. It is not sitting in front of the manuscript system, suddenly unable to write a few words, but entering Baidu to painstakingly find and paste such a small thing reflects.
Recently, in addition to going to work, going home to eat and drink, the most done is to sort out and inventory, just last night, found that the contact lens care solution that depends on survival has been exhausted, which is not in line with the habits of the contemptible people who usually hoard goods. A look at the piles under the feet, full of alcohol, peracetic acid, 84 disinfectant, VC, cold medicine, all kinds of spices, rice flour oil, look up again, the air is hanging all masks, thin masks fluttering in the air, like blessing the feeling of powerlessness.
Because my daily life is disrupted, I can't help but be bloody when editing the beautiful scenery and large-scale performances in front of the editing system. It is some literary and artistic saying: "the shadow that filters through the pupil", in fact, it is difficult to stop in the past of any life, especially those that are beautiful.
At the beginning, the days became a confinement, and then there was a paragraph in the confinement, and then there were tears in the paragraph, and then the tears dried up and I couldn't help but clench my fists, and then I didn't lie down, sat up, and found that the feeling of powerlessness had to be alleviated by doing something. If such a day is a battle for the country, then for many people, such a day is tantamount to hovering on the edge of depression and turning around without finding the past.
Recently, with the resumption of work and production, all walks of life to eat, drink and have fun, flowers and scenery of the new media is rising, to the life that does not dare to relax without entertainment to add a touch of color, no, more is a hint of jealousy, after all, for every normal person, the current epidemic, want to completely empty their own door to go to the society is the need for a certain psychological construction.
Just like the prescribed action of going out of work every day, and the disinfection work of going home from work every day, the resistance with luck psychology seems meaningless. In this process, unguarded will find that many things are adding icing on the cake for life and are not necessary, after braking, you can calm down and find the real needs around you. Care for food and vegetables, and no longer dream as a horse.
Friends around them travel in their respective life trajectories. Xiao Li, who planned a five-day solo trip to Weizhou Island a few years ago, was suddenly "confined" for 40 days from Lhasa to Xi'an to the island, standing on the terrace of the homestay every day, looking at the distant boats, expecting one to be able to take her home. I became good friends with the landlord, almost the next day together to go out to sea to fish, eat not used to light seafood, but not much mouth because after all, there is no cooking.
Before she was about to return to Xi'an, she sent a box of green bananas, referred to as "bananas". This banana is indeed an anxiety. After returning to Xi'an, she scanned the two-dimensional code, and because the two-dimensional code displayed the color, she was asked to isolate at home for seven days. Seven days later, her life was like a sudden opening, Aoshan skiing almost came to a private field, and then rushed to Lhasa on an early flight to start the next round of self-isolation.
After writing this paragraph, I feel particularly relaxed. Because it is not the daily cold skin, buns, porridge, cakes, fritters, steamed buns, finally poetic. After returning to Dalian a few years ago, dance teacher EVA planned to go to Spain for further study in March. Later, after going through the stage of cold bun thin egg oil, he plunged into the business of painting, editing videos, recording videos, and massaging the hearts of people passing by Douyin. Empathy is that when muscle is about to be completely occupied by fat, the only thing we can do is not resist anymore.
Speaking of others, thinking back to my own more than a month, in addition to watching numbers, watching news, brushing numbers, waiting for numbers, placing orders, receiving express delivery, waiting for express delivery, grabbing the delivery brother of hema, disinfection, watching movies, brushing vibrato, and spelling a set of Lego, I did not do anything serious, of course, the work is the right thing. From the initial worry and resistance, to the tired fearlessness now. Indeed, I have experienced a complete set of subtle changes in my mind.
Searched for a bit, "wait for the epidemic to pass", in their own WeChat has been mentioned more than 20 times, in the initial number of rapid growth in the days, about a week, every night in tears asleep, probably because of watching too much news, probably because there is no positive thing to do, probably everyone is helpless.
Now there is more good news, the heart is not panicked, the breath is not short, at least in the general environment of life, there are fewer factors that threaten people's lives. In reason, there is no blind optimism.
Don't forget the silence of the city on those days, so quiet that you can hear the hourly chimes of the newspaper building for several kilometers, and don't forget the efforts of the staff of the community and property who stand downstairs like the "warden" when the temperature has not yet warmed up, and don't forget to go to the supermarket and other closed places like a frightened bird, don't forget your masks, goggles, hats, raincoats, and bring yourself a sense of security in these days. Don't forget the hustle and bustle of the road, the kind of road anger that every driver thinks other drivers are stupid, and it has become a warmth that can only be experienced in the evening rush hour.
I've seen empty streets, I've seen clock towers where you can park and watch, I've seen Muslim streets where residents are not allowed to enter, I've seen a street full of dusty bars, I've seen closed roller shutter doors for too many small restaurants, I've seen stray animals shivering in the cold wind with eager eyes coaxing the residual smell in plastic bags, I've smelled different units, different communities smell the same disinfectant water, I've seen different colors of temperature guns.
I have seen all this, but I have not seen you, except for the faces of your eyes. Those who take it for granted in life have become luxuries.
Seeing what I wrote on February 12th: Thank you for having water, electricity and windows, so that we can see the changes of the sun, moon and stars, and the lights that are lit in other people's homes, so that we are not lonely. Today, I understand the meaning of the existence of others. They allow you to find coordinates and references on your own. Like a car speeding down the road, the speed is there, but there is no reference, and I don't even know whether it is a dotted line or a solid line that cannot be seen clearly.