Chouchuan Wen Yuan: To the Rebels
What broke the old convention of 'visiting relatives and friends'?
Who was behind the stunned silence behind the explosion?
Who made it happen, and what caused the doors to lock?
—Warm gestures couldn't hold your hearts.
Who can truly understand the meaning of 'may you have this good fortune year after year, year after year'?
All things have a spirit, all matters have life,
This is an unchanging law of water and earth,
Yet there are always greedy mouths and hands reaching out,
To that, to that, to those already full of deadly poison and dying spirits.
Unexpectedly, this was a revenge from nature's vast 'blood debt, blood repayment',
Look, white coats and medical water fill the hospital corridors;,
Children cry, and the cough of the elderly echoes through the buildings;,
Do you know what made me cry,
It wasn't just last night's patient,
But also the nameless—your takeout…
You held my hand,
Making me feel uneasy,
It was the waiting of your family…
In this gloomy moment,
I never forgot you,
My patient.
Strange faces, but with familiar, similar eyes.
Taking off the medical protective gear, from fingertips to knees,
Until all the lights were extinguished,
I never relaxed,
Until not a single bacteria particle paused.
Besides, what can't be taken away,
Is only you.
Taking off your mask,
Let me see,
Biubiu,
A thermometer shines in the shimmering snow,,
Measuring health, warming the heart.
Strange silhouette standing guard in the drifting snow and rain.
No matter how long the future, there will be a warm hand.
What's hard to let go of,
Is the tears of a child's parting,
Shining on the moving train.
What's hard to let go of,
Is the urgency of the college entrance examination,
The remorseful guilt.
Image from the internet
Author: Zhao Jing
Source: Chouquan Wen Yuan
