Poetry about the battle of epidemic situation

The birds outside the window are still singing, but they can't hear all the names.

The epidemic has been going on for a long time, and the tears flow like a river.

Settle in the fine dust mountain, and the virus snows a thousand knives.

The doctor sharpened the knife, COVID-19 beheaded, black and white impermanence did not shout.

2

Willow eyes peeped at my window. Yinger's voice is gentle, overlapping new cavity. I have seen Yan before.

The thawing spring breeze warmed the town three times, paving a round of clouds and clouds. Don't let your hands go wild.

three

The alarm bell in Hankou rang, so I put on my clothes and hurried out.

Although there is no interest in the Spring Festival, there is a national sentiment.

I'd rather have 1000 good men than be a soldier.

The gentle wind came to Wan Li and played Kay's songs.

four

An epidemic and a poem. Poetry and blood are full of spring branches. New words of human tragedy.

Half a wisp of east wind wakes up trees, and two new green trees report good seasons. Jiangshan is waiting to show off.

five

At the beginning of the year of the rat, the plague came and stirred people's hearts.

Road closure and party closure, the disinfection cover may suffer.

White clothes are fearless and difficult to enter, and academicians are busy in the face of crisis.

Pray for the disease to drive away the disease and micro-screen the good news in the world.