We live well, and spring will come quietly.

A special life experience breaks the order of our life as usual. I haven't been out for seven or eight days. For me, there are books to read, food to take, and computers to use. To be able to live in this world is a great luck. It is a great pleasure to be able to read and write.

The sun was surprisingly bright at the beginning of the first lunar month, and the sky brightened early in the morning, and soon the sun revealed its warm face. Every morning, I must stand in the dawn, breathe and listen. Like the days of light, like all the encounters in life, perfect, imperfect, I like.

We are suffering from an unprecedented lung epidemic and stay at home quietly waiting for it to disappear. Wuhan has been closed since January 23, which is already the ninth day. Airtight, isolated. Isolated from the outside world to resist the virus. For a moment, the fragility of life is so close to us. Living in peace has become the best hope in front of us.

The balcony is covered with the last sunshine of winter, and in four days, the Beginning of Spring will be there. Spring air flows quietly in the air, and the temperature is comfortable. The air conditioner in the room is turned off, and spring is coming. At this time, I am eager to go to the suburbs to meet the first buds of spring, and I also want to breathe the first freshness of spring on the hillside at the beginning of spring.

All these expectations, in the heart, turned into the determination to resist the lung epidemic. We will overcome the attack of this virus, and the green that belongs to us will come as expected. Just, wait a little bit. Time is fighting with the virus, we are in the long river of time, race with it, will eventually wipe it out in the spring.

Ten years ago, before I was quarantined, my sister gave me a book as a New year gift. I opened it in the sun and saw a passage that brought me into a whole new world. That chapter: from afar to my hometown. There are only a few words on the blank page: I was lucky to get a piece of ice shipped back from Antarctica, blue, estimated to be hundreds of thousands of years old. With whisky or brandy, there are many bubbles in the glass after the ice melts, drinking the air from hundreds of thousands of years ago. That feeling is amazing!

In this isolated morning, reading such a passage is not only a feast for the eyes, but also the joy of the spiritual world. It was as if I had walked into the frozen world of the North Pole, and everything covered with snow was sleeping. Thick ice, flashing blue light, like the starry sky. I have seen in the movie, the kind of blue light of the ice, with the ultimate romance, hit my heart.

Occasionally a car ran by on the street of the city, and the sidewalk was empty. The trees by the road stand alone. This time at home, with heavy, relaxed, complex and unforgettable. We cried and joked at the same time. A tearful smile may be the best portrayal of the moment.

There is deep pain, there will be reflection. Only when there is stillness, can one be indifferent. Away from the busy and hasty time, we are more likely to get along with ourselves. What has always been ignored is ourselves, in order to live, we run around, can have a period of time to look at their hearts, should be cherished.

The word cherish is easier said than done. Only when we know how to cherish sunshine, air and nature can we have a life in a real sense. Too much is easy to get, let us forget to cherish. We squander the possessions and emotions of our lives, lose our temper at the people closest to us, don't care about those who love us, and throw away the food we have.

To deal with the indefinite occurrence of life, we have no choice but to accept it and find a way to solve it. We learn to adapt to this unusual experience. Living in a snail, there is love, books, nets, warm water, sunshine, and your own thoughts. We are full, incomparably full.

I am in the sun, knock out a text to pass to you, it with my body temperature, with my state of mind, with my blessing, with my expectation. We waited quietly together, waiting for the virus to disappear, waiting for spring to come.

We live well, and spring will come quietly. Maybe one day in the early morning, the good news comes with the light. Maybe one late at night, the one who loves you will appear in front of you. Maybe some afternoon nurtured by the breeze, we can run outdoors. Perhaps one evening, I stood on the bank of the Han River and said to you: I have been to this world, and I do not regret it.

In a person's life, something must be encountered in order to be full. The difficulties and circumstances in front of us are also an experience of sadness, pain, confusion, loss, perseverance, bravery, and these emotions in our lives. No matter what happens in life, we must live well.

When we get through the wind and rain, we have a strong armor, and in the following days, there will be no more fear. Such you and I are the essence of the flower of life. No cross, no crown. This old saying really has its infinite strength. The rainbow of life always appears on those who have experienced wind and rain. Reading and appreciation of American articles

I love this mottled glass world, its vicissitudes of life, I love. I also love its pain. I want to feel the beauty of it. I am proud of its pride. I use my heart to touch the temperature of the world. Saw the firm footsteps of the soldiers in white, saw the selfless dedication of the volunteers, I heard the echo of life, it is singing radical high tunes, leading us to spring.

We live well, and spring will come quietly.