The cold wind brings rain and fog.

This is the sorrow of a city.

It is also the sorrow of a country.

The cold wind is sighing

Confused thoughts are whispering.

This Spring Festival, I am at home.

Accompany mom to pull the word board.

I've been absent-minded

Before going to Wuhan

I can only live in a humble abode.

Stop the virus.

Post Spring Festival couplets and blessings.

Wash cups and plates.

Call the person you love over and over again.

Send letters refusing to visit again and again

In the turbulent epidemic

That's all I'm doing now

I dare not think.

Angels in white and the unknown soldiers.

I can't even think of Wuhan.

That sad face

The thought of them

I'm worried.

As soon as I looked down, I saw the shame and anxiety in my hand.

A kind of malignant viruses broke into our home.

I have passion, too

My fate is linked to the life and death of my motherland.

Fighting disease is the first line anywhere.

at present

I must hibernate like a sniper.

Wait for that call.

On the way to spring

It is forbidden to bring the virus into spring.

Poetry against epidemic diseases

Hubei epidemic situation

Hunan is frightened.

The two provinces are adjacent.

As close as brothers.

Call across the river

No, stay with us.

Give whatever is missing.

Please let me know if you are in trouble.

Closest to you

Once we work together.

Repel flood disaster

Today we stand shoulder to shoulder.

Stop an epidemic

Life on both sides of the Yangtze River is linked with life.

Since ancient times, rivers have been rushing.

Come on! Come on!

We have to win.

Poetry against epidemic diseases

After closing the city

My heart is hanging

Miss Wuhan

My relatives and friends

Is it safe?

Send WeChat message (to)

video screen

listen to

have a look at

Answer "not bad"

Open the sky and clear the dark clouds.

Although it is inconvenient to travel.

But there is no shortage of rice, oil and salt.

Epidemic rampant

Public prevention and control

Be scared.

Also very calm.

The water is still clear.

The sky is still blue.

I sent my Spring Festival greetings.

"Hello, Wuhan!"

I sigh

2020 is extraordinary.