Under the bright sun, the sea is misty, and the opposite shore is the countryside of Hong Kong [sneaking laugh]
It is said that the Omicron on the other side of the shore broke out, how many people flocked from the port to wait for entry, and suddenly there was a scene of war on their feet... No war, but virus refugees? Three years on, the world is always unpredictable and ridiculous
Across the shore overlooking, the mountains and seas are quiet, and the soldiers and horses in the wilderness are terrified, they may be numb or indifferent, but the virus is really there, and it is constantly evolving... The infection of more than 400 million people is like a huge viral petri dish, you never know that the devil will jump out of it [cover your face]...
I am reminded of a poem by Bai Juyi, "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, midnight comes, and the day goes at dawn." When you come like a spring dream for a long time, go to the clouds and find nowhere to go."
May it come and go like the wind
