"To the rebel" -- you are the warm winter sun, bringing light and hope!
Kai Xin an! Now I sit in front of the lamp, write down these words and send them to you in the distance. The dim yellow light is like the warm sun in winter. I hope this letter can bring you the warmth and strength of sunshine.
This Spring Festival is different from the past. The spread of the novel coronavirus has made the entire Chinese land covered by the epidemic, which has made people more cautious and panic. Therefore, families who like to get together in big restaurants usually choose to have a solid new year's dinner at home, and people who like to visit relatives choose to call for new year's greetings. The streets are quiet, with only bright street lights flashing quietly.
On New Year's Eve, family reunion is the happiest night of the year. I was out of town when I heard that you were transferred to Wuhan for support. My first reaction was to worry. I haven't seen you for a long time. In my impression, you are always soft and weak. You can't speak loudly. You have a sweet smile like candy on your white face. I'm afraid that your thin body can't bear such a heavy load. I'm also afraid that my brother is still young. After you leave, he will miss his mother.
Family members left messages saying that you are a fighter and a hero. I also said in my circle of friends, "be proud of you and be safe."
The next day, on New Year's day, there was another picture in the family group - a picture of you and your colleagues. Dozens of angels in white stand in a row, tall and straight, like energetic soldiers. You look a little bloated in your thick protective clothing; your goggles cover your gentle smile, revealing only a pair of firm eyes in peace. I found in your smile, in addition to gentle, but also add some perseverance.
Pack up your bags, put on your military uniform, and then resolutely go to the battlefield to try your best to get patients back from the pain or even death. I know that you are in charge of ICU ward work in Wuhan. You are hard-working and don't need to say much. I look at the latest epidemic statistics on my mobile phone, praying for your safety and wishing that you and your comrades in arms can bring more compatriots back to the safe zone from the line of life and death.
That day, when I opened the news, my brother's familiar and immature face and clear eyes appeared on the screen, as if to say, "mom is safe.". He holds the opened diary full of encouragement and love for you. Although the strokes are rough and simple, every stroke that falls down seriously is my brother's infinite and burning love for my mother.
The picture turns into a scene of a nurse sitting on the ground crying because of overwork and exhaustion. I had a sudden pain in the bottom of my heart, and my nose was sour. She must have had no time to drink a mouthful of water. She cried so hoarsely. Her forehead was covered with sweat beads. The skin of her arms was almost rotten because they were wrapped in airtight protective clothing for a long time. Whose mother and daughter is she? Who can give her a glass of water, pat her on the shoulder and give her a warm smile? For those who hold salaries, there must be a warm wind for ten li and a lot of fireworks. Aunt, I'm thousands of miles away, for you and countless medical staff fighting in the front line, bow deeply and say "thank you" sincerely. We are all waiting for you, waiting for you to come home with a gentle smile.
There are a lot of warm-hearted people and things, I want to write to you: the Secretary of Henan village shouted at the radio station "hard core", with sharp words to the point, reminding everyone not to visit relatives and friends at will, attracting a lot of cheers from netizens; there are humorous slogans hanging everywhere, warning the big family to eat wild game and gather people to visit the harm; the artists generously donated money to support Wuhan; Students do their best to collect donations, masks and other materials on the Internet and contribute their own strength I believe you will feel a heat flow in your chest when you see these. On weekdays, it's you who drive away the pain for us. Now, when the wind and rain come, we have to face and overcome them together.
"The mountains and rivers in the world are clear, and the wind and rain in the world are the same night". The mountains and rivers in China will be able to carry a piece of blue sky in the haze, which is the spiritual backbone of the Chinese nation; and we will also be the most solid Guardian behind you. Wuhan will win, China will win!
Everything is ready, the Marquis triumphs.