#Wuhan Headlines #Today I finally found a good way to write, which is really good for me. Because I type slowly on my phone, plus my vision is very poor, I have to write again every day

#Wuhan Headline# Today I finally found a good way to write, which is really good for me. Because I type very slowly on my phone, plus my vision is very poor, I have to write a little text every day, and my eyesight is getting worse and worse. Writing text through voice is really a great support for me.

I can do it in one fell swoop, why? For example, now I put on a mask at home, and I walk back and forth in my room and living room while applying a mask, reciting ancient poems or listening to audio texts. I did skin care, exercised, learned knowledge, and recorded the ancient poems I memorized in language. After the revision and collation, a micro headline was completed.

It's really a lot of things! I didn't know that there was such a simple input method before, and I stared at typing on my mobile phone every day, catching bugs, catching and catching, and my eyes were getting more and more blurred. Now I have finally found a convenient and fast way to write.

It's just that the Mandarin I speak is not standard, and the text displayed on the micro headline is inaccurate.

Today, I still search my mind for two ancient poems that I once memorized. Then write it in the language on the headlines.

The first song, Du Fu's "The Hut Is Broken by the Autumn Wind"

In August autumn, the wind was furious, rolling up the triple grass on my house. Long flying across the river sprinkles the outskirts of the river, the tall one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats around the sinking pond pass. The Nancun group of children deceived me old and weak, and could bear to face the thieves, and openly hugged Mao into the bamboo. His lips were scorched and he couldn't exhale, and he came back and sighed. The Russian wind is fixed in the clouds and inky colors, and the desert turns to darkness in autumn. The cloth fur has been cold as iron for many years, the delicate child is lying on the ground and cracking, the bedside house is leaking without dryness, and the rain feet are like hemp. So far, there is little sleep in the mourning, and the long night is wet. There are thousands of buildings in Ande, the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain do not move like mountains. alack! When I suddenly saw this house in front of my eyes, I was alone and froze to death!

The second song, Cen Shan's "White Snow Song Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing"

The north wind swept the white grass to the ground, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed. Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, fox fur is not warm brocade thin. The general's horn bow could not be controlled, and the inspector's iron coat was cold and difficult. The HanHai was dry and iced, and the clouds of sorrow were bleak and condensed. The Chinese army returned with wine, huqin pipa and qiang flute. The snow fell one after another, and the wind and red flag froze. The east gate of the wheel sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow filled the Tianshan Road. The mountain loop turned around and did not see jun, and the snow left a horse line.