Spring Festival under the Epidemic (III) —— Sad Story Behind the Cold Numbers

At present, I can't live without my hands every day. Every day, there are various notices in the unit group that need to be forwarded to the class parents. After forwarding the notice in the morning, I began to brush my circle of friends. I saw an article-"My mother died in Wuhan isolation ward" (click on the blue font to read the original text), and I cried while reading it. If it didn't coincide with the Spring Festival, my mother-in-law just came in and looked for something in my room. I think I will burst into tears.

Watching TV and mobile phones every day, there are cold numbers everywhere, but behind each number is an unknown and fragmented family.

Mo Yan has a life, loves himself, loves his family and loves others. This is the responsibility! Great responsibility!

When I saw Qian Qian visiting her quarantined father, the distance between them was at least 20 meters. Her father took a step back when she approached. When she comes near, her father will get angry and make a hullabaloo about, even telling her to go away. My tears can't help. My father is afraid to bring the virus to his children. That's heartbreaking love!

When I saw Qian Qian's sister-in-law insist that Qian Qian should not go out, she said that one adult in the family must be healthy, otherwise who will take care of the children! My tears are coming out again! A family of six, three were isolated, and the other two adults had a fever. Who will take care of the six-year-old child?

We don't shout boredom at home every day, but we can know how many people are on the verge of life and death and how many families are divided into strange wards!

At this moment, I finally understand that only by protecting myself can I protect my family. Protecting yourself is not selfish, but a solemn social responsibility!

Come on, Wu Han! Come on China! All China people, don't have any ideas that have nothing to do with you!