It is said that to see a sea of people in Wuda is the dream of every cherry blossom.
I can't remember the moment when the quiet and peaceful life in Yushe Town, 952 kilometers away from Wuhan, was broken. The atmosphere changed from relaxed to tense. Everyone was involved in the war without gunpowder.
People call the novel coronavirus the arch criminal of this war.
Put on your mask and walk in Yingchun street. Although the neon of this town is still the same, it has lost some noise, some bustle and some comfort. Everyone can't wait to put aside the troubles of 2019. Everyone is looking forward to 2020. But at the beginning of the new year, this small town is in sync with Wuhan, no noise, no traffic jam, 7:00 p.m. is like 1:00 a.m., everyone is far away from everyone, like being pressed the pause key.
The epidemic has spread from Wuhan to the whole country, and support from the whole country to Wuhan. I am an ordinary high school student among the 1.4 billion Chinese. Before the epidemic, the word "patriotic" never appeared in the mind after watching a movie, listening to a song praising the motherland, or learning about a grand event of China's championship. I never thought that when I heard the words "come on Wuhan" in the Spring Festival Gala, my nose was sour and tears suddenly filled my eyes. At one command, they are the most beautiful rebels. They charge ahead and protect the lives and health of hundreds of millions of people with their weak arms. Call, return, and win! Listen to the soldiers in white from all over the country, and the support troops rush to Wuhan with strong slogans. Look at the angel like figure in a circle and press the petition fingerprint on the war letter with the God of death. I know that they are fulfilling their commitment to the country and striving to the glorious title of "people's hero".
I want to pay tribute to those ordinary luminaries. They don't ask for return, they don't ask for praise, they just want to use their meager power to prepare their own vegetables for the medical team, donate the masks they bought anonymously to Wuhan, and send some bottles of disinfectant to the cadres who stick to their duty I think they let me find an example in my ordinary life. I even feel sorry that I can't grow up quickly and do so little when I'm in the motherland. Maybe in such a big China, we think our power is very small, but in the long night, the little light we ignite is enough to gather into the flame of a prairie fire; the stars in our hearts are connecting into a big circle; our scattered hearts are calling each other; Our thin shoulders, in front of the devil closely together, because of our unity, because of our tearful smile, in the suffering has moved.
Love and hope spread faster than viruses. In the 20 days since the outbreak, there have been tears, helplessness, resentment and emotion, but I have seen more kindness and courage. These kind and brave people persist all the way. They say, "in peacetime, my life is the people's; in times of crisis, my life is the motherland's.". In fact, there are no heroes who have come down from the sky. Some are just unknown people who have come forward one by one. "Don't be afraid, wait for the city to press the play button again, wait for too many people in the subway to squeeze into this shift, wait for too many people in the big stalls to talk loudly, wait for more people to go to Wuda to see cherry blossoms than flowers, wait for too many people to wait for the bowl of hot dry noodles in the morning, we can laugh and say" I believe in your evil! "This is Wuhan's propaganda to us. Then, I want to say to Wuhan and the people fighting in the front line: we are waiting for you!
When the winter leaves, the snow melts, the grass is green, and the cherry blossoms are blooming all over the campus of Wuda, we meet for peace and a reunion. Wuhan, I want to tell you that it's also my dream to see a flower sea at Wuda.
2020, love you, love Wuhan, love China, love the ordinary and kind people in the world, love the coming spring.