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
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