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The messenger of the night cultivates the dawn - to the warriors on the front line of the fight against the epidemic

The messenger of the night cultivates the dawn - to the warriors on the front line of the fight against the epidemic

Author: Liu Ying

Visit in sequence at night

Look at it again and again

Look out the window

The patrol car in the distance held up the lights

Hit the distance the newly fallen snow

Wisps of white light are reflected

Solemn, quiet and clear

The messenger of the night cultivates the dawn - to the warriors on the front line of the fight against the epidemic

Signs for entering and leaving the entrance of the building area

Already a guard on duty

He's there

Escorting the snow and wind in the face of difficulties

Aftertaste sticking to the front line, I give up my oath to others

Listen to the footsteps of the anti-epidemic walkers stepping on the snow in the night sky

Urgent, deep and sonorous

The bright moon hung all over the west window

Frozen feet walk through the streets of the building area

I don't know how long the night has been dark

The moonlight inadvertently sprinkled frost on you

Check and refine, day and night joint defense

Cut into details and work together to break through

Step by step, protect the well-being of the people

O warriors who are fighting day and night on the front line of the fight against the new crown virus

Please let us read your flight without hesitation

The messenger of the night cultivates the dawn - to the warriors on the front line of the fight against the epidemic

The night gradually moved towards the square cabin

The lights soothe the tension of your day

Look back at the faces of your loved ones

Who is afraid, saddle before please fight a paper ahead

The plague is fearless but courageous in the former healers

Fear nothing, because every night of battle

All will surely blossom with the fragrance of dawn

The messenger of the night cultivates the dawn - to the warriors on the front line of the fight against the epidemic

The rising red sun, the avenue its light

The fighters in the night at the moment

The rising sun at dawn built the walls of war

The land of China at the moment

Gathering the power of spring flowers and hairs

Wait until we end the battle against the epidemic

Our hearts are sharp with every cluster of fire tree honeysuckle

They are the most poetic spring light that our nation has shaken

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