【Editor's Note】
At present, the situation of prevention and control of the new crown pneumonia epidemic in our province is severe and complex, at the critical moment of fighting the epidemic, under the initiative of the Provincial Writers Association, the majority of writers in Shaanxi have done their best to fight and actively act, while doing a good job in all aspects of epidemic prevention and control, actively participating in the creation of literature on the theme of fighting the epidemic, and contributing their own strength to the fight against the epidemic. The Literary Army launched the column "Unity of Purpose, Watching out for Each Other" to cheer up the fight against the epidemic.
This Winter (Group Poems)
◎ Cui Wansheng
Flowing father
Be the father of the stream
1,000 calls are made every day
He relied on throat lozenges in exchange for a bass
To alleviate the invisible panic
He always had to the corners of his mouth
Put on a smile
Although no one can see it
He knows his heart
Be able to read the invisible strangeness on the other side
And the strange in the eyes that tried to avoid
The child calls in after countless re-dials
"Hey, hey, hey
How there is no signal anymore."
Homesick father
I'm lying today
Nucleic acid testing
In a long formation
What is held tightest is vigilance and trust
Some more and some less
Fat and thin are unevenly proportioned
I don't know
On the cotton swab stood ghosts or gods
Just thought
Don't scare the nurse's little sister
And the transparent test tube in her hand
Outdoor winter is not afraid of cold
A cotton swab
You can pry open the nostalgia for spring
This winter
The weather was not very cold
There wasn't much wind and snow either
The streets are dry and the downtown area is quiet
The north wind insisted on doing aerobic breathing every day
Masks are as dense as shadows
Seize the threshold of air flow
From Chang'an to Yan'an
Then Beijing, Dongguan, Xianyang, Zhengzhou
There are red lights that come on
My brother on duty
Didn't go home for half a month
The person who picked him up from work couldn't get to work
And he will not leave his post, his position
My little sister who does nucleic acid testing
There were also many days without a call
The new sweater is still at home
She also wants to wear this pink fashion as soon as possible
A lot of people are in the middle of the city
We can't see each other
We can only hope for each other in the corners of the network
Everyone encouraged each other
Say: Hold on, hold on
Don't give the wind like the virus
Opportunities to get closer to the body and mind
Blue sky under white clouds
Don't see each other
It is also a clause in the Contract of Love and Thought
On a deserted street
Indulge in running towards each other
distance
Loneliness and loneliness are a rope
Falling from the obscure face of the sky
Trying to tie up the frozen imagination of the earth
Relatives and friends who were once close at hand
Now it must be separated from the network
We think of distance as a battleground against viruses
Use your thoughts and perseverance to get closer to each other a little bit
All stories and landscapes
They are all independent of the human world
We always find a way
Block or melt natural and man-made disasters
Had to endure the pain
Write your hometown as another place
This moment
Time slowed down, and the road was wide and long
Let Delta pass
Take away the sufferings of the world
And the vast expanse that has come
The first snow in the pandemic
The wind came for a long time
The snow quietly spread out the blanket
So many days to come
The shadow of the protective suit was finally obscured
Those tired, those thoughts
Gradually, the petals are retracted
Embrace becomes a landscape
Stand in the middle of the city and on the edge of the countryside
A world as white as paper
It's still the same as it was
The branches were scarred
Some of the leaves are slow to fall
The earth has scars
Some pavements cracked
The sky was scarred
Many clouds don't stick together
The river has scars
Ice cubes do not cover the riverbed
I have a thought
Missing the quarantined friend if he is okay
The first snow covered it all
Like a pot lid pressed against a steamer
Turn the dough into a bun
Raw rice is to be made into a mature rice
Beat the cold water into gas
Let the winter be white
Step into spring in the steaming
(Source: Literature Shaanxi Army Public Account)
He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the China Chemical Writers Association, and a student of the 31st Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-Aged Writers (Poetry Class) of Lu Xun Literature Institute. His works have been published in literary journals such as Poetry Journal, Chinese Writers, Stars, Yanhe, Selected Poetry, Poetry Monthly, and Poetry Tide, and selected for some annual selections. He has published poems such as "Beloved", "The Earth of Heavenly Travel", "All Possibilities Are Called Transport", "Former Dust", documentary literature, and many edited works. He is currently the vice chairman of the trade union of Yanchang Oilfield Co., Ltd. and the chairman of the Literary Association.
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