Poem of Hardness in the Way of Ants/Flying Flower Mother Our city is sick. Every day I stand quietly in front of the cold window and watch the rising sun blocked by the ice-flowered glass. A group of ant-like guards move the white ones back and forth downstairs. The coat is like

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Poem of Hardness in the Way of Ants/Flying Flower Mother Our city is sick. Every day I stand quietly in front of the cold window and watch the rising sun blocked by the ice-flowered glass. A group of ant-like guards move the white ones back and forth downstairs. The coat is like  - DayDayNews

Hard in the way of ants

Poetry/Flying Flowers

Mother Our city is sick

Every day I stand quietly in front of the cold window

Looking at the rising sun

Blocking out the ice glass

A group of people The ant-like guards

moved back and forth downstairs

The white coat

was like a fire in the cold wind

Carrying a line

Illuminating the heart of this city

There is a kind of awe called fearlessness

There is a spirit of forging ahead.

It's them

Guarding the city for more than a thousand years with the blazing passion of the old Shaanxi people

Handwriting is more important than promise

It's just a smile of theirs

The epidemic has been calm since then

It's like the wind is blowing

And the sound of their heartbeats

Hold on and hold on

Be as hard as an ant

These are the shoulders of all retrograde people

When the glorious horn blows

Doctors, police volunteers

Wife, husband, son, daughter

Combined into a square array in all directions

The intersection of momentum and cold winter

Their hands Every inch of light

collides in the sky above the city

Those determined eyes

fly over Sanqin in the sky

merge Chang'an ancient lanes

shine into a scenery in life

Yes, hard in the way of ants

This It is a petition for the rally in Chang'an

It is the mission of the pioneers

Everything will wake up after a few days

Chang'an, Chang'an

2022.1.1

Poem of Hardness in the Way of Ants/Flying Flower Mother Our city is sick. Every day I stand quietly in front of the cold window and watch the rising sun blocked by the ice-flowered glass. A group of ant-like guards move the white ones back and forth downstairs. The coat is like  - DayDayNews

About the author : Yang Yan, a native of Xi'an, Shaanxi, with the online name, Flying Flower.

Recommended manuscript: An Juanying

Editor: Yibuju.com Editorial Department

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