In this life situation where people keep a distance from each other, even if they move forward ten centimeters, the other party feels that I am as far away from me as a body carrying virus . They are not afraid of me or distrust me. They are just afraid that I am an infected person and that the virus on me attacks him.
I didn’t blame him, nor did I blame this society for becoming like this now. The only thing I should blame is that this virus has taken away the trust between us.
In addition to sadness, I saw a father riding an electric bike on the road, carrying his daughter behind the car. The cold weather and the cold wind did not erase the happy smile on his daughter's face. It's not that she didn't know the terribleness of the virus, but that she had the marshmallows her father bought for her and her full care for her, which was enough to resist any virus.
In the gap of waiting for the red light, the girl reached out and handed the marshmallow to her father's mouth. The father took a few bites awkwardly, but did not eat the marshmallow full of love and resistance to the virus. After a few rounds and turns, the father and the girl laughed at the same time. The girl was laughing at her father's clumsiness, and the father was pleased that he had such a cute daughter.
At this moment, there is no virus invasion or hardship in life, there is only full of happiness. This smile is bright and from the heart. When I saw this scene, I also smiled.
This is the most common scene that happened around you before the epidemic. It seems that once it happens, it has become a luxury. Most relatives and friends do not go out for a walk or go shopping, but instead lie on the bed at home and fight against the damn high temperature virus with the quilt.
I couldn't help but feel sad for two seconds when I thought of this, but it was only two seconds. After all, I couldn't stop the bricks in my hand for one more minute. I thought I would have to have dinner and buy things tomorrow. Forget it, I don't think about it anymore, so I continued to move the bricks. . .
#Winter life check-in season#
#Telegraph creation challenge#
