A love letter to her

A message to my hometown, Qin'an

I wrote to her,

She is simple and generous and understanding.

She gave birth to us...

She is the skyline where the seasons revolve,

It is a movement played on ice and fire.

it is a vast expanse of 9.6 million square kilometers,

It is the magnificence of countless mountains and rivers.

Above the dome,

It's so gorgeous and moving.

Snow in the north, wind in the south,

Hanshan Temple and outside Gusu City

The Twenty-Four Bridges of the Moon Full Divine State.

It's cold, get dressed more,

She was pleased and smiled and said:

Okay, all good.

But, she seems to have been sick lately...

In early autumn,

I used to stand at a crowded intersection,

Looking at the traffic at the evening rush hour;

Looking at people who are hurrying and not knowing where to go;

Looking at the neon-lit and vibrant city...

And now, in the late autumn,

There is no crowded intersection;

There is no rush hour of traffic;

There are no people in a hurry;

There are no more vibrant cities...

She was really sick.

Northwest infectious provinces,

The hearts of the people are uncertain, the city is defended against the epidemic, everyone has entered the world, and Everything is lonely!

I feel it,

She's shaking, she's afraid,

Children are hurt.

Don't be afraid, we've always been there,

It won't be all right!

Time

Healers, politicians, and people do not give up day and night,

Full staff testing.

Angels dressed in white are retrograde, and grassroots communities are sticking to their posts.

The people in the neighborhood eat the paste lightly to comfort their labor.

This time, in the land of Eight Fujian, Fangcang rushed to the rescue.

The feelings of home and country are so magnificent!

The wind is xiao xiao xiao the yellow river water, the hero retrograde xi triumphant return!

What a fear!

The mountains and rivers will be unharmed;

There will be peace and well-being on earth!