Fuck off! Virus Jun! An open letter of Zigui tea farmers causing new crown pneumonia.

You damn virus, COVID-19 virus has become synonymous with virus. You are a demon wind, which brings disaster to the country and people. You are a rolling flood, hurting countless Chinese sons and daughters like a scourge. Thousands of precious lives have been lost, leaving endless sorrow and grief. So many life guards in angels in white have been working hard for you, even giving their precious lives like Dr. Li Wenliang, you damn virus, it's time to stop! It's time to stop

As of March 3rd, more than 80,000 cases have been confirmed in China. Behind this cold figure are more than 80,000 fresh lives and more than 80,000 moist fresh faces.

I, we are just a group of tea farmers, the children of a group of tea farmers. Seeing the spring tea sprouting, the mountains are green and the spring tea is coming, but your black virus is wandering around the world, which makes us tremble and hinders our normal production and life, so I wrote you such a damn open letter, hoping that you can get rid of it as soon as possible, get rid of it and disappear into the invisible forever.

Fuck off, virus! You've punished and hurt human beings enough, haven't you? Isn't it? Enough! Enough! Enough! You deserve to be chopped to pieces. We are just a group of tea farmers who depend on mountains for food and water for food. Our spring is only a few months. It is our daily life to pick and sell tea, make tea and sell tea. Fuck off, you fucking virus! Let this epidemic pass as soon as possible, let us win the final victory against the epidemic virus as soon as possible, and don't delay the good opportunity of our spring tea production and sales. People miss people for a while, but miss people for a year!

Fuck off, you fucking virus! Let the tea enterprises resume production and work as soon as possible, let the machines rumble and make people move and get busy! Let Green Tea Mountain be full of tea pickers! Let tea songs grow wings and fly to the sky, bringing people good wishes! You fucking asshole! Don't you see, the starving baby is counting on selling tea money for milk powder! Don't you see that children with bright books expect to sell tea money as living expenses! Can't you see that the bedridden old man is still eagerly counting on selling tea money to become medical expenses! Don't you see busy housewives, and you are still counting on the money from selling tea to exchange for living expenses? Don't you see, that fidgety man is counting on the money from selling tea to pay for water, electricity, telephone and internet! Didn't you see ... you were stuck in the village for a month or two, with only expenses and no income every day. How can you live in an empty land? You're still counting on selling tea money to be stuffed up and poured down one by one! This camellia line is the lifeline of our tea farmers. It sells tea money, but it is life-saving money for us mountain people! You damn virus, you devil on earth, you know everything, don't you? Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! Hey, you, asshole!

There has just been a peach blossom snow rain in March, which is undoubtedly a generous gift from Lang Lang to the vast land, and it is also a nutrient for thousands of acres of tea trees. In Zigui, there are tens of thousands of acres of tea gardens, and the tea industry is the pillar industry in Zigui, Qu Yuan's hometown, which is related to tens of thousands of people and people's livelihood. Let's say Changling, our hometown, is known as the ten thousand mu tea village, which is not only a tea tree, but also a tea tree. The main economic income of people here is not only selling tea money, but also selling tea money. People here are very anxious, and their hearts are also very anxious! Fuck off, virus! Although we are actively and tenaciously fighting with you, time waits for no one, and a year's plan lies in spring! Fuck off, virus! Let's beat you, let's destroy you, let's take off our masks and go up the mountain to pick tea! Let's sing camellia songs while picking tea and express the stagnation in our chests!

Fuck off, virus! Fuck off, you are not welcome here, and you are not welcome anywhere! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!

We are just a group of tea farmers who depend on the weather for food, and their children. We respect life, cherish life, be diligent and simple, and divide books. We can be said to be the kindest farmers in China. We plant tea seeds, the tea seeds grow into tea trees, and the tea trees grow green leaves. We turn these leaves, magical leaves, into all kinds of green tea, and let the tea fragrance float to thousands of households, that's all, that's all. We worked hard, picked fresh tea leaves at our fingertips, sold them to tea processing plants, took some money, bought rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar seasonings in the canteen, left some for children to go to school as petty cash, and saved some in the bank, making them at sunrise and dying at sunset, leading an ordinary and peaceful life. We despise preaching, but we also know that we should be kind to nature and the ecological environment on which we live. We are afraid of life and only eat what our ancestors taught us to eat. Pigs, cows, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese don't eat game. In our view, every grass, tree, bird and beast are living things, and they are all our friends. If we run amok, we will be punished and condemned by heaven. That is the so-called lightning. We eat our own food, sweat our own sweat, pick our own tea, do our own thing and rely on our ancestors. We are not heroes! Anyone who dares to hurt us or bully us, tell him to fuck off! Fuck off, virus! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off! You damn devil, get as far away as possible!

Fuck off, virus! The black devil came into this world. May we defeat you and destroy you as soon as possible. I will! Unity is strength, sweating like rain to beat you! Roll, roll, roll, Chashan is full of people wearing masks, and Tea Road is full of people wearing masks. This is a miracle you created! Oh, no, we don't need such a miracle. Think about it, how inconvenient it is to wear a mask to pick tea and sell fresh leaves!

Fuck off, virus! Go away, go away, go away!

Spring is coming in March, the sun is shining, the air is fresh, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the day when we take off our masks is not far away. You damn virus king, we will kill you, give us blue sky and white clouds, give us warm sunshine in spring, and have fun in the sun as soon as possible, drink tea, read books, tease children and have fun!

Fuck off, virus!

Fuck off! Fuck off, virus!

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, Virus Jun!

Han Yuping

On the evening of March 3, 2020

Zigui, Hubei

About the author: Han Yuping, pen name Jiu Minger, was born in Changling Village, maoping town, Qu Yuan's hometown. Born in an ordinary peasant family after 1980s, he worked and wrote all the year round. His poems, essays and novels are all involved, and he has published many short articles in Workers Daily, Guilin Daily and China Cooperation Times. Authorized, he adapted the old film Bridge and Tunnel War into a book Bridge and Tunnel War, and published the first and second volumes of fairy tales, silent cries, poetry collections, Love Flower Bridge, Guarding Homesickness and Guarding You, and a long fairy tale, Qu Yuan's Hometown-Hubei, etc.

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