One of the poems of the anti-epidemic group

Fight against the epidemic

One

Group of poems

Eleven in total

First, look up at the five-star red flag

Look up at the five-star red flag

An old man said

Look at her

We can keep the roots

The person wearing the party emblem said

There is a main bone at all times

Youth volunteers said

We will surely defeat the plague

Community Aunt said

We are not afraid of anything

We bow down to our ancestors

Who is ashamed of the five-star red flag

Whoever is cut off their own way

2. Salute to the cleaners

May the wind not roar like autumn

May the snow not be as ostentatious as winter

May your cotton jacket be thicker

May peace accompany you every morning

May the pine branches shake for me

May the stars look at you for me

May your broom get rid of the coronavirus

May your sweat not be drawn by the tears of pedestrians

Traffic, hiding your body like a basket shake

Dust, carrying your footprints into the sky

My heart split in half

Half blessed for you, half proud of you

Third, the ancient and rare old man

He was in his seventies

Dignity and memory

With the time gone

The passing of nothingness

Rambling

Ancient me

Teeth fall out and shine

You can only feed on the breeze

But I firmly believe

Every morning

The five-star red flag of Tiananmen

Fly high

party

Always waiting for us

4. Ambulance drivers

Along the avenue paved by the years

I flew through the wilderness in an ambulance

Drive the wheels of lei gong

Booming all the time

Crush the virus and transport it back to spring

Morning light for breakfast, evening drink

It's not that I'm supernatural

Just to drive away the new crown spread its wings and fly

The call of the Party Central Committee stirred in my heart

The busyness of the community held my eye

The commander waved his hand and raised the silent language

The whistle sounded, stirring up my imagination of victory

Pull away the prevention and control materials

Sending away COVID-19 patients

Earn trust, get hope

The heart stands buds, and the laughter is fragrant

Along the ideal paved avenue

I drove an ambulance off into the distance

Carrying the hope of victory

Dream big

Fifth, the grid member goes home

night

A silver spark tree

It was past midnight when I got home

The husband was already waiting downstairs

Take your daughter-in-law's arm

Pull the cold little hand

I asked before I walked into the doorway

Today's cases are not less

Drink hot fragrant tea

There was also a table of dishes and wine

Condolences to the wife on the front line

The two held hands tightly

6. Youth Volunteers

Blue sky

Throw a piece of paper

Reflect in the heart

The sky was shining

With infinite thoughts

Colorful

No dinner tonight

I'm going to the front

Fight the sick

Mood swings

The sunset is brilliant

Dreams haunt you

7. Newlyweds fight the epidemic

Newlyweds fight against the epidemic,

Kiss goodbye to the lips of your lover,

We are young people,

Victory benefits Li Min.

Yan'er's life path,

Wind and rain love deep,

Follow the footsteps of the party,

Two hearts imprinted on each other.

8. Salty and sweet

The sweat dripping on the eyes is salty

The sweat that fell on the protective clothing was salty

The sweat splashed on the floor was salty

A big smile is sweet

Gorgeous flowers are sweet

Heavy encouragement is sweet

To defeat the epidemic

Diligently pay for the saltiness of life

Sweet medals will definitely be poured out

IX. Poetry and Soul

Whether it is joyful singing or painful acknowledgment, poetry is a vibrato from the heart.

Whether it is speech, lyricism, poetry, it is the flow of spiritual blood.

My poems, the essence of language, and the reflection of the values of life are all aimed at defeating the new crown virus.

Poetry, the notes of the song of victory.

In October and March, I meet you

March, a season full of hazy and bizarre, colorful seasons;

March, a season of red and colorful colors;

March, a season of long grass warblers flying and poetic;

March, the beginning of a new year, affects the summer, autumn and winter season.

In March, I struggled with the virus;

In March, I struggled with fatigue;

In March, I was friends with masks;

In March, I struggled with the times.

In March, I will share the tender green with the spring grass;

In March, I will spit out the fragrance with the flowers;

In March, I will be more brilliant than the sun;

In March, I will dance with butterflies and sing with birds.

In March, I couldn't wake up from my dreams, I couldn't finish my poems, I couldn't sing enough, and my feelings continued.

In March, I met you.

Written by: Liu Jinhui

Editor: Liu Xinjing

Review: Zhao Manping

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