[Prevention and control of the epidemic] Silence │ Liu Deyuan ‖ Silent │ Yu Juan ‖ unblocked │ Yao Zhanglin

Silent

Liu Deyuan

Really quiet?

This is the 15th day in September 2022. I live on the window of the 20 -story high -rise building. Even if there is a small piece of leaves downstairs falling downstairs, I can clearly hear the sound of its falling dust. Where did the former cars go?

The landscape of the years is hung on the window of the pupil breathing. Only the soft and tasteless silence is left on the body, such as the intangible water transparent skin. In the daily scenery of these half a year, it was in September to calm me down and let us calm down. Is it a kind of silence outside work and life and a natural reincarnation result? It was placed in September as a background of deeper dreams.

How can people build their own vast spiritual universe and make a collection of the thoughts of these half a year of fragments. If it doesn't make sense for a moment, time is meaningless.

Quiet, this fall, see the scenery from the text in the text.

People are alive, and they are looking for a kind of freedom. Sometimes they lead to the road of freedom, and the structure is outside the current time and space. The distance of the 20 -story high -rise building, its daily beauty, and the temperament and texture standing in life, still makes me unable to believe that this is a kind of silent, a series of question marks in the face of the hustle and bustle of foreign things, its unique mirror and its unique mirror and The sparkling branches only retain the right luster. Thinking to the future is actually just leading to the past. I can hear the sound of tunnel deep in my heart. Doving away in silence?

Just silent.

At the height of my 20th floor, I could look at the sky, and the dark blue and gray clouds were closely dependent on each other, and then dissipated. I felt that the city slowly softened, and the hard building order was changed quietly in the cool wind.

However, reading and writing will not die. My friend sang and groaned in the silence: "Raise up the moon cakes/as if it seems to be entrusted by the sky/look forward to the echo of the north and south poles/induction of the pain/and the interval between the face of the ground // Raise a cup of osmanthus/osmanthus wine/for the soul of the ice/that month. " Literature is like this. It has always been a small number of people, but it is not a personal item. Its unique magic is that it is both in time and surpassing time. In literature, individuals are the biggest magnitude, and silence does not exist in the flesh and exists in the soul.

Today, silently, reading Xiaofang's "The Day of the Second Sister in Concentration" is once again realizing the silence of people walking in the world. She is still in time, distance, to wait for a sparse autumn: "My concern has not been able to build a solid wall to prevent Omikon's invasion. The prison cage restricts the spread of Omikon. "Xiaofang's tenderness makes people tearful, and the second sister's silence gives people calmly. A person can always leave a silent sky for his heart to soothe the cruelty of fate. Let those real pain and salt evaporate slowly in a beautiful way, because only silence is worthy of our nostalgia.

I am used to waking up at 6 am. Downstairs, some residents shouted across the air: "Dabai", you have worked hard! Seeing this, my tears were wet. In the morning, there was still a bugling and flowing night light outside the window, and the heart was peaceful and silent. Think about it, so many years, silently gives me the most precious things: vast freedom, calm heart and some imagination. Bath in it, get a complete and rising self, and get soul and love.

On the silent day, I like the unsteady "Listening to the Moonlight": "The Mid -Autumn Festival is here // home, and the mood is in the" new crown 'invasion/winding by the window/the loneliness of the clouds // The moon is in my heart/ In the loneliness of chewing moon cakes/listen to the moonlight. " This poem is only lonely in the moonlight, and the relationship between the relationship between each other with the relationship with the relationship is the height of each other. Silent writing should not make the language violent.

I waited in silence. To find a silent stone.

When silent, the shadow down the eyelashes. The rain outside the window and the mirror Mid -Autumn Festival are just a kind of self -silence.

The emotional climbing and falling in these years are nothing but wanting to live in quiet. There have been a lonely and pleasant years, and they are incompatible with the crowd, but they always release the silent light in their hearts.

Ming, dark, are silent. The autumn night worm reminds me in September 2018. At that time, there was no epidemic. I stayed at the Mount Emei Mountain Hongchunping at night, the twilight Sihe, the mountains were like the lotus petals, and the wet green was from the valley. The green shoots of the ancient trees continue to spread, there is no rain in the mountain temple, and the wet people's clothes. At night, the silent Buddha lamp in the temple, according to the dusk of light, the green light was gradually collected, the crown leaked down the light, reflected in the accumulated rain, the shadow shadow was scattered, and the branches dripped from time to time. The dove of returning to the nest passed by, two, three, and the sound. From the morning, I put a bunch of Qingdaiguang, and I took the silence away -the reservation, for the still, I still have a desire today -I am a silent student.

Silent years. At that time, there was a dream in the pocket. If you go forward, you may always take off less lightly. In silence, I asked again, how can people build their own spiritual universe? My silent soul!

When the silent color is fused with water waves, it can clearly show the texture of the time that belongs to people, sticky and folds, which is different from the density and weight that is different from others. , Struggling, destroying and repairing, a varialive passage, and must contain a retrospective. We are silent in our own territory, and we are silent in the river of others. It is this that "loneliness", "memory" and "silent" have become possible propositions. In the unmanned path, enjoy the light on the back of the silent back, and some dreams to sneak into the night. Bird Ming is a credible silence in the morning. The wind, river and scenery from the distance poured into the silent channels. The trees want to be quiet and the wind is more than the wind. It is attached to the fragments of the people on the time of time.

Find a small path covered with ginkgo leaves. The mist dispels, and the silence is still.

I rarely recall the years in the past. Every time I think about it, in fact, what I can give me the silent feeling is this autumn. I like the silent sound of silence. In addition to the keyboard and silent Do not extend to the future, there is a silence in the body: beautiful, try to change quietly, wash the hard work of life with night rain, use the oxygen in the dreams, cross the sea of ​​people to breathe, and the stars of quietness, do you hear?

The sky was overflowing, the clouds were silent, and the birds of Gao Fei were getting farther and farther. Looking at the stars from there, in the arc with decaying temperament, feel the surround of life perception. Nothing is more interesting than silent records, telling these miscellaneousness, everyone can find out the grass that can be pillowed. It is best that no one knows, drowning in the silence buried by reinforced concrete. We have multiple eras: impetuous, silent, words, memory, who can you say better?

"Valley rainy days are clean, white tiles are raised. Looking at the guests in the long window, one geese and one river pavilion."

very nice. On the silent street, in the silent corridor, we only have ourselves. At night, some silences will continue for a lifetime, and some pleasure will destroy our lifetime. We will never disappear in memory. We will have the rule of the past years.

"The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be on the ground." Reading this quiet night thought, I feel that it is the same as the "lone boat, fishing alone, alone to catch the cold river and snow". In the silent, the color of the silent mountain extends in the breathing of the tree. It does not return.

In September, the time was obtained here, and it was not just passing. We are silent, smoking, drinking, tasting, and then knocking on the keyboard, which has different longing for ideals and times, such as "Drinking a Moonlight, Treatment of Night": "Blessings, come in from a screen, go out again/those who go out/those who go out/those those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out/those who go out. Wet vocabulary/Sit in the deepest part of my potholes/I use the flowers to settle in the moon ... "" Let the more and more darkest days/and hot life, closer to us // to broadcast the seeds of moonlight, none Moon's night/more richer than Haoyue/those 'big white', feed me a moonlight/healing this night. " The second poem made me think, let me calm down, let me calmly, and let me silent!

Silent, the rainbow rises, and the epidemic is in the silence!

Silent

Yu Juan

The night sky was silent at this time.

The streets and avenues are silent. The office building and commercial building are silent. Chunxi Road, Taikoo Li, Kuanzhai Lane quietly ...

The neon light tells loneliness.

Numerous snake array nucleic acid testing teams slowly flowed in the rain curtain. The rain drops falling along the umbrella, wet the eyes of autumn grass. The mask wants to say it is still rest.

Sit with white clothes. Open his mouth and want to say a hard work to him or her, cherish, but tears burst out. A cotton swab, painted the life of the Rongcheng people.

Scan the code, bright code, remote office, delay school. One meter and one meter, the tenderness of the people in the chest of Rongcheng; a building and a building, Da Chengdu, the lumpy and dedication of the blocked 20 million people defeated the virus.

Suddenly miss the disappearing hustle and bustle. There are also crowds of crowded cards for life for years. Is it safe at this moment? Are the children who love to play rivers and sand and fight water, are they all happy and healthy?

From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn, countless volunteers, community guys, and security guards, the wind comes in the wind, the backbone retrograde figure bandage the wound for the city.

Silent! An empty city, guarding a city.

Silent! Just wait for the mute to close the ringing bell and turn on.

Seal

——The community anti -epidemic experience

Yao Zhanglin

"Unblocked! Unblock!"

At 00:00 on September 15, 2022, the sound of firecrackers, songs, and autumn rain remitted a cheerful symphony and cut through the community's night sky. People cheered static management for half a month of community courtyard and finally unblocked!

People are happy, rushing to tell each other and celebrating each other. What's even more gratifying is that the military forces of the community residents were cured and returned home when they caught up with the community.

"Sorry, because of my infection, it is involved in everyone." The troops with tears in my eyes bowed deeply in public.

The army is the little boss of a roadside restaurant. On the morning of September 1st, he was finally diagnosed with positive patients in the hospital and was immediately hospitalized. His father, wife, and son were also observed.

Normal life was disrupted at once. The army argued to go home to change clothes, toothpaste toothbrush supplies ...

"No need," a supervisor in charge of the nurse enthusiastically and patiently explained: "Everything is ready for the hospital, rest assured!"

Said is isolation treatment, and there are actually restrictions on freedom. Nuclear inspections, treatment, sleeping, chatting, quarrels ... day after day, day after day. What is praised is that the rules, cooperation, and restraint are condensed with a strong and upward positive energy!

The army wasolation treatment was gone, and the community immediately siege, static management, and isolated from the world. The large communities of thousands of people are in a dilemma for eating, living, and walking.

However, a community party committee ordered, party members, youths, and men and women rushed to stand up. A volunteer team of more than 160 people enthusiastically gathered under the party.

Nucleic acid detection points maintain order, duty at the building, the door of the house, the inspections of the sidewalk, the courtyard dam, and the salt and salt rice to transfer it from home, leaving the traces and figures of volunteers, and form a beautiful landscape!

Aunt Zhang, suddenly sick, volunteers immediately contacted "120" to the hospital;

Grandpa Wang, inconvenient foot injury, volunteers support to do nucleic acids;

Master Li, bed in bed, angels come to do nucleic acid;

Comrades of the street party committee, day and night duty, warmth.

Native

The army was discharged from the hospital twice, the community was unblocked, and a night sky was bathing in the earth, moisturizing the heart, and clearing the sky.

For a moment, it was a hurry to live in life, and Chengdu's epidemic resistance.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Text/Figure: Liu Deyuan (Member of the Sichuan Writers Association)

Yu Juan (Pen Juan, member of the Chinese Prose Society, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association)

Yao Zhanglin (74 years old, a retired reporter, a member of the Sichuan Poetry Society, a member and director of the Sichuan Provincial Elderly Poetry Creation Research Association, editor of "Poetry of Bashu Poems")

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