Quiet Waiting
The wheels and footsteps came to a standstill,
The bustling entrance to the grand scene of clinking cups and saucers was tightly shut,
A myriad of dust motes danced in the air,
Everything fell silent and settled,
Only singing birds remained in the sky, unaware,
We can finally hear the sound of each other's beating hearts,

Under the night sky,
The violin's nocturne could finally transcend the heavens,
So quiet, so quiet,
'Come home, come home,'
A lone wanderer in a foreign land,
Feng Fei Fei's song echoed through the memories,
Why have you walked further and further away,
Let returning home be a luxury of life,
Nature is the most powerful conductor,
It roared, demanding that viruses leave people a sliver of space,
It shouted,
'Go home, go home, don't let the virus corrode you,'
Home is the only space left to us by the virus,
We can only let nature take its course,

Put on a mask, seal that defiant mouth,
24 days of silence,
Finally, people could enjoy the benefits of being punished,
I smelled my mother's long-missed aroma of food,
I heard my child's giggle again,
I saw my beloved return to their former warmth,
People,
Let's continue to be quiet,
Quietly waiting for the spring flowers to bloom,
Quietly waiting for clean air,
Quietly waiting for enlightened truths,
Written on the 24th day of the COVID-19 epidemic
Author: Ding Cui Mei, pen name Zu Shu,Member of the Chinese Psychological Society, member of the Sichuan Psychological Society, educator, producer of multiple cultural education books and K12 online education works.