To March
Morning Creek
March you
The sun is shining, the peach blossoms are blooming, and the stream is babbling
It doesn't change your thick rhythm
In the precipitation bit by bit, the soul of the revival of all things is still composed
But who knows, in that instant
Once again, the dark clouds of the pandemic are covering the skies over us
It was warm and cold at first, dripping into ice
Solidified everything
Migrant workers who traveled had to stay in their hometowns
Eyes waiting for the next trip
The bustling market had to pull down the heavy roller shutters
Closed doors, because there was no one there...
March you
Originally, we were going to plant a touch of green in the beloved mountain
Digging pits, watering, cultivating soil.....
Erect green shoots one after another
Moisturize you, pamper you, accompany you
Precipitate the rings of the years
Dress up the world outside the window
In the blink of an eye, it has become a shattered dream in the world and drifted away into the distance
This season lacks the chase of spring
March you
It's more red and white running hard
Run without hesitation
Forget about running
Carry the weight forward with a tired body
There is no hesitation or timidity
Played the melody and tone of March
The strongest voice that guards life
Because of the color of faith
Always the most beautiful touch of red
A figure hurried by
It is also inseparable from those lovely white-clad people at all times
"Facing the sea in March, spring blossoms"
There must be him, there must be her to give you the final interpretation
That's you
A touch of red and a line of white in March
Let go and surpass yourself on the run
A series of majestic copper walls and iron walls were constructed
March you
Steady and composed, silently moving forward
Let us behind us always believe
Today's dark clouds will never obscure tomorrow's sun
Tomorrow will surely rise a great sun that belongs to you, to me, and to all of us
Illuminate the four wildernesses, send fragrance, and return us to a whole new world
Mountains and rivers are unharmed Spring blossoms
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About the Author:
Chenxi, formerly known as Zhang Wanglin, is a native of Tianshui, Gansu, a lover of literature, and now works for an administrative organ.