In the autumn rain, there is more than poetry

Originally, I thought, tepidly enter the golden autumn of Jinchuan, go to the small forest next to the city museum to pick up golden leaves, or the Rose Valley and the swans are funny, and go to the protective woodland to weave a small basket of some coriander.

These were all planned by the children in the summer, and when they walked out of the colorful doorway of the kindergarten preschool and wore a coffee-colored, loose coat, they revealed these plans to me.

National Day is the boundary card at the turn of summer and autumn. The child himself changed into a scarlet coat and a red velvet hat during the festival, and he suddenly dressed up the festive atmosphere of my house.

As usual, according to his envisioned "stepping on autumn" plan, we came to the northern suburbs of the city, all the way in the sparkling waters of Longshou Lake to find the secret of the green algae at the bottom of the lake, on the half slope of the Rose Valley to smell the fragrance of wild grasses, chasing on the intoxicating protective forest field, roses, moon seasons, okra, wild chrysanthemums have already sprinkled the fragrance all over the field, each turning into a flower soul, spring mud and a certain spirit.

In the forest, poplar trees, locust trees, elm trees, in the quiet streamer, to dress up each leaf, the old green gradually turned into a tender red in the silence, the autumn leaves with a heart to be married, leaning over the sky and the wilderness. I watched the children playing in the fields, and suddenly felt that in the blink of an eye, the small city of Jinchuan, which was polite and polite, had changed into a human world.

The festive atmosphere came to an abrupt end after the post-holiday epidemic notification. The trees outside seemed to have stopped growing, and there was uneasiness in a touch of gold. Names such as Ejin Banner, Colorful Danxia, and Tianqing Lishe are like needles that have pierced into the flesh. There were more volunteers in the community, and the Education Bureau judged the situation in time and stopped the preschool children from returning to kindergarten. In the twilight, I drafted the unit's epidemic prevention and control duty schedule, issued the relevant emergency notice, and drove in the direction of home.

Since the "birth" of the new crown pneumonia epidemic, everyone's home has been "gilted", more independent, private and warm. I had no intention of wandering the streets, staring at the straight-line distance between the unit and the home. But my mind has been haunting the information I see in today's WeChat group, today's headlines, and the unit work group, and they fill my world like rays.

I seemed to see the sad Qilian Mountains dyed with a desolate autumn color, and looked at the people in the Nine Hundred Mile Hexi Corridor to face the epidemic. I heard the sound of geese breaking their intestines in the distance on the vast Gobi, and the autumn on the mountains with decaying grass was particularly poignant.

I seem to smell that under the sunset in the isolated city, more than 9,000 stranded tourists living in Ejin Naqi received the smell of the warm box lunch of the herdsmen's brothers, and some herders in the border town said in the WeChat group, "Leader, I donate camels, let the tourists eat meat, please come and pull the camels!" ", across the screen, can't help but make people cry.

In the community where my brother lives in Lanzhou, Jincheng, is designated as a medium-risk area, and the two nephews can't go out at home, so they call me, "Uncle, I want to go to school well, and the taste of not being able to go to school is not good!" The youngest nephew, Jiahao, said in a phone video, "Lanzhou come on, Jinchang is safe!" Uncle, we are not afraid." I was touched by the bravery of the juniors. Autumn is the season of harvest and is poetic season.

Whether it's the COVID-19 pandemic in the last three years, or the complex and cunning "Delta" virus, what have we gained? Watch over each other, responsibility and righteousness! I walked in the direction of home. The "three major hospitals" in Jinchang City have carefully deployed "willing to check" nucleic acid testing points, and heavily armed medical staff and ghostly Delta race.

Autumn breeze XiaoXiao, I went to the central hospital to do accounting. Every step of their work is scientifically orderly and strictly prohibited. Mobile phone registration, special personnel issuing numbers, partition queuing, fine sampling, psychological counseling. In the small window, I saw Ma Jinjuan, a nurse in the cardiovascular department of the central hospital, who had been working continuously for 13 hours, with a tired but difficult to hide her beautiful face, the autumn wind blew in at the temporary relief shed, I saw that her hands seemed to be a little stiff, she was trembling slightly when she clicked on the keyboard, and filling in the information data was indeed meticulous.

One night of autumn rain, early morning out, falling all over the place. The sky is slightly hanging, the morning fog is far away, and the gray air is filled with peace and calmness. The volunteers at the entrance of the community arrived at the post before dawn, no one took an umbrella in the drizzle, the water vapor condensed on the mask, and the glasses lenses were blurry and too late to wipe, "Please show the health code and the itinerary code!" "Greetings over and over again, a voice of entrustment, is nothing more than to protect the life and health of everyone in our homeland!" If they are really warriors, I would really like to give them a standard military salute.

At this moment, they are the anti-epidemic fighters! Where there are good years, but behind us there are many volunteers facing the wind retrograde, where there is any poetry, those who do not know each other on weekdays stand guard for us in the wind and rain. This autumn, we are fearless and brave to go forward, because our great motherland holds up our future behind everyone, feels the "Jinchang temperature" and "Jinchang power" We preach the "Jinchang story" and compose the "Jinchang poem".

About the author: Zhang Xinyuan, the word Pingsha. He is a member of the Gansu Writers Association, a member of the Gansu Literary Critics Society, and a director of the Southern Poets Society. He has published the collection of essays "Jinchuan Essays" and "Hexi Smoke Clouds", and his works and works have won the "Golden Star Award" of Jinchang Municipal Literary Association and the title of "Ten Top Five" of Jinchang City.