Excellent Work: The Plague's Cruelty, Humanity's Compassion
The wind in February woke the spring maiden from her drowsy slumber. The vast and desolate earth was cold and silent, and the oppressive chill still enveloped the great China.
Roll on, spring thunder, rising from the ground like a mighty roar; rivers and streams generate waves that have swept through ages. We, composed of mere dust of earth, hide ourselves in small towers, filled with astonishment, with dread, with silence, with tears…
Is there an egg left under an emptied nest? When a landslide occurs, can one alone save themselves?
A sudden, devastating disaster, a ferocious storm and torrential rain forced us to mute our sorrow, pause our conventional days, and condense all our love from the lakes and seas into a single rope.
Shoulder the burden of righteousness, share hardship with all. The plague is merciless, but human beings are compassionate.
It is said that since ancient times, we have always been protected by the bravest, and humanity's song has always been a song of love and courage.
We have had fear, we have had panic, but never fear; we have had failure, we have had pain, but never abandonment; we have never given up.
Why do tears always well up in our eyes? Because we love this land deeply; why do we remain passionate despite years of drinking ice, because our peaceful years are the bravest people's lives given in blood and flesh and belief.
In the days when life is stable and secure, we may often be bewildered: born as human beings, what way should we live our lives? What ending should we interpret the meaning of life?
In fact, the disaster has enlightened us: life is not about how many days you live, but about how many days you remember; the greatest value of life is not about how many personal desires you fulfill, but about how much social value you contribute.
Why do we only learn to cherish the present after loss? Why do we only understand the weight of life after experiencing its fragility? Why do we constantly drown in a deluge, only then do we understand the ultimate goal of life is simply to live healthily?
Life and death, so sudden and unexpected; reunion and separation, so unanticipated; impermanence and surprise, so impossible to guard against.
Looking out at the empty mountains and rivers, only remembering the distance. Only cherishing those we love.
Facing the test of life and death, we deeply understand that compared to nature, humanity is so small, and we deeply realize that protecting all living beings has become so urgent; we also deeply understand that in our lifetime, we should embrace those around us with all our might, and we can also deeply realize that personal desires are insignificant in the face of love and righteousness.Even if the wind rises fiercely, life will never give up. Maintain reverence for all life and genuine sincerity, find strength within, light a beacon of spirit, let a limited life fulfill its greatest value, let the seeds of love blossom into flowers of happiness.
As long as tomorrow exists, do not retreat; the winter snow will eventually melt, spring flowers will eventually bloom, the night will eventually pass, and the dawn will surely come.
The lights outside the window are dimly visible; under the lamp, crickets do not sleep; a heartbroken person is wandering far away.
I yearn for people, separated by a vast distance; I feel things, tied to a deep heart.
Wait until the flowers bloom on the roadside, and I will return with you!
Author: Peach Blossom Wild Chrysanthemum
A woman dancing in words.
