Waiting, Hoping!
In early February, the weather is sunny and breezy.
Looking out the window, gazing into the distance, thoughts flow endlessly.
Are the willows along the lake sprouting leaves?
Will the vibrant red maples bloom?
Are the wild garlic greens tender and lush in the fields?
The silhouettes of those dancing with fans, wielding swords, and practicing Tai Chi are no longer seen in the mornings.
The music of square dancing no longer rings out,
We cannot freely go shopping or take leisurely strolls in the park.
These… these… are temporarily lost.
The epidemic hasn't yet reached its turning point.
Patients are still recovering, and the virus hasn't been eradicated.
White-clad medics are still saving lives and offering assistance, while researchers and academicians work tirelessly.
We can only stay at home, not running about and causing trouble.
We can only quietly wait and quietly hope.
Wuhan, persevere! My China, persevere!
(To one's anxious heart)
