Silver City Recitation Society's Special Recitation on the New Coronavirus – A Disaster, A Redemption

Able to do, to do; able to speak, to speak; a bit of heat, to emit a bit of light; just a bit of light, it can be like a firefly in the dark… – Lu Xun

A war without smoke let the opening of 2020 be somewhat sad, somewhat quiet, also extremely warm. 'On the battlefield,' countless respectable people were guarding the epidemic areas with love, 'Outside the battlefield,' countless ordinary people warmed the motherland with their hearts. Let us use words and voices to tell the pain, tell the moving, tell the hope, protect them to get through this harsh winter.

Winter is approaching, spring is near, the mountains and rivers are safe, and people are well.

A disaster, a redemption

Author: Mu Zi San Shi
Recitation: Wang Li

Before this disaster came, it seemed without a sign. People were expecting the year, expecting reunion. Overnight, the earth shook. Panic replaced the joy of 'the year' approaching.

The cold numbers kept rising, making one's heart ache, aching, aching.

The nation is in pain, the city is in pain, the home is in pain, every person with conscience is in pain.

At a critical juncture, someone stepped out to help, forgetting oneself. One by one, flesh and blood rushed to the forefront of the disaster. They did not disgrace the name 'White Angel.'

The television was scrolling through their dignified and solemn scenes, their family members leaving and saying goodbye, tragic and touching.

My eyes were wet with tears.

Brave man, cherish your life.

Please allow me to offer a toast with the wine of the New Year's Eve, wishing good news to come, wishing you safe return home.

Someone beside me suddenly asked me,

If it were you, would you go?

I would.

My answer was firm and decisive.

May this life grow to serve the country, no need to be born into the Jade Gate Pass!

The wound couldn't be stopped, and in a moment, it made the whole world fearful and apprehensive.

Behind the precarious existence, hidden countless ignorant and foolish people, and monsters fostered by their indulgence.

Human beings, for their self-righteous and fearless behavior, paid a price of life.

All things in the world are cause and effect.

One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi.

Every life deserves respect and reverence. It cannot be trampled on or desecrated.

Let us treat life with a reverential heart.

Reverence, moderation, reverence, can know rules and regulations.

Not respecting the laws of nature, recklessly challenging rules, can only take it upon oneself.

Life and life, there is a safe distance, each has its own territory, harmonious coexistence, without incident, mutual respect, coexist in harmony. Is that not good?

This is a magnificent era, like a giant wheel, moving forward quickly.

The earth has changed, the seas and lands have changed.

It is inevitable to have filth, blindness, and ugliness.

But when born as a human being, you should cultivate yourself, you should help people, you should be like water, in a foul pit but be good, without reproach.

The Spring Festival in 2020 is destined to be an unforgettable Spring Festival.

This holiday is rare and tranquil.

My city, the streets are empty, with few pedestrians. Every residential area's entrance was set up a table, community staff were busy registering vehicles for visitors. Everyone was cooperating well. The sound of the public address system transmitted epidemic prevention and control knowledge. The commentator spoke with clear and strong voice. In the hazy moment, it seemed to return to childhood, hearing the song from the loudspeaker not far from the power pole.

It's inspiring.

Occasionally passing people were wearing tight masks.

At this time, protect yourself, is also protect others. Do well, you can meet a better self.

A few sparrows suddenly fell from the sky, landed for only a few seconds and then quickly dispersed, unaware, in the human world, a disaster was unfolding.

After passing a park, in the opposite side of the road, you could see green grass from afar. Those green grass, must be opening their eyes waiting for spring to come.

Continuing forward, I saw medical staff measuring body temperature for incoming and outgoing people in isolation suits. The white suits shone brightly at this spring moment.

A disaster, a redemption.

Rational analysis, rational treatment.

After a great grief, a great pain, a great enlightenment, choosing to forgive, is it considered a self-redemption?

May the deep memory not be so quickly turned into a light and breezy appearance.

The beauty in the world, you are in the center.

Author: Mu Zi San Shi

Mu Zi San Shi: Original name, Li Lei, Vice Secretary of the Silver City Recitation Society, loves words and voice, a true and sentimental person. Flowers bloom and fall, indifferent to fame and fortune, with a simple heart.

Author: Wang Li

Wang Li, a native of Lanzhou. A first-level commentator; member of the Gansu Provincial Recitation Professional Committee; Chairman of the Silver City Recitation Society. 25 years of commentary career, with distinctive style and artistic infection.

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