Heroes aren't born from the heavens; they arise because we step forward.
Think about it, about your life, how many times you've been caught off guard. Not every beginning has a warning sign. Not every farewell is calm and light.
Leaving My City
Staying Behind is also a City
Like water droplets seeping into the cracks of stone, searching.
Like a bee obsessively sucking nectar.
We did what we should have done, what we could have done.
The city believes in us. We are a fiber in its body.
The children learned many new medical terms. They drew the city's face on liquid crystal screens.
I miss the crowded subway stations a little. I have a little urge to block traffic on elevated roads.
I am not a hero. I'm just one… longing for a spring without masks,All days come quickly. I said…
A bustling China
(Shanghai Radio and Television Center, Shanghai Radio and Television Media Center, co-produced)
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