Everyone is changing (all of us are changing)

qianjiang evening news Hours reporter Zhang Jinhua Li Wei Li Lingling correspondent Wei Limin finishing

From January to March, the epidemic has not completely ended, so we can't relax our vigilance, let go of our body and mind, and persist for a while.

The epidemic is a big test, and each of us is changing ourselves more or less.

Those who like to eat out now cook at home every day. People in the workplace are also used to working online and working from home.

"Mom is holding her daughter in one hand and soaking milk powder in the other. Dad is staring at the computer to maintain the software developed by the company, and the son is sitting reading." Although it is difficult, it is also a warm family picture.

It is said that 21 days can form a habit. In the past, those who never touched the spring water with their hands now know that cooking is not easy; Flowers and plants that you didn't care much about before are now especially kind ...

During the epidemic, you made some changes for the health and happiness of your family, which is also a "mortal kindness" of every ordinary person.

let's take a look at today's "literary watch"-"change".

I made a cup of black tea

□ Jiang Xiaoli

I'm still sitting in front of the window

The breeze bypasses the white fence and whispers to the bamboo forest

The vines are showing little buds and can't wait to embrace the Roman fence

I just cut them off yesterday

Today I still can't figure out

Two osmanthus trees that have passed the cold winter stand side by side

. Work

a black-and-white bird

jumps along the green fence

and flies to the living room window

I want to say hello to it

I look at it and it looks at me

It turns

and flies over the treetops

A bird's nest is built on the tips of branches

The dead branches are very vigorous.

There must be lovers and children in the bird's nest waiting for it to come back from foraging

It's late at night

It's moving from room to room

The glass reflects the light

Tonight's light is like a stable light

It's scattered with cold light in the hazy foggy night

Oh, it's a street lamp beside the bamboo path

It's worn at the gate.

Embrace the world with gibberish

Fall asleep

Jiang Xiaoli, a native of Jiangshan, Zhejiang Province, now lives in Hangzhou, and is a member of the Writers Association of Quzhou City and Jiangshan City. She has published several essays in Quzhou Daily, Quzhou Evening News, Zhejiang New Countryside, Zhejiang Education Online, Today Jiangshan, Xianxia and other newspapers and magazines.

Vegetable remarried

□ Wang Hewen

It's no exaggeration to say the word dedication to Xiaocai.

She wore a short skirt for the winter beauty pageant.

Junlang was originally from Jiangnan, her hometown.

But she heard that Wuhan had lost its sunshine in the past, and the sky was suddenly overcast.

Vegetable did not hesitate to get on the bus and decided to remarry to Wuhan.

This was her life. The bus is fast, but it is still too slow.

After bumping all the way, the small green vegetables entered the Wuhan residential area and entered every household in Wuhan.

It brought a little warmth to the groom.

The groom praised its value and gas quality.

Looking back at his hometown, the picturesque wedding trip

was a warm dedication.

Camellia and light rain

□ Wang Hewen

. It's the season when camellia blooms

The blooming camellia

has an indissoluble bond with the drizzle

The drizzle falls on the petals

The sparkling eyes directly shine on the girl's brilliant red

His fervor softens her softness

His persistence. Sticking to her insistence

The stamens are a little shy

Clear, fragrant and beautiful

Warriors fighting in the battlefield will also be moved

Their love is naked

They are snuggling up to each other, waiting slowly

Waiting for Brother Sunshine to take them to the Galaxy

In the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter

Love forever

Spring thunder

□ Extremely bright.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and all the new year's goods are ready. Just wait for the fireworks to reflect the beauty of the sky.

evil wind suddenly rises, miasma is hidden, and dark clouds are sneaky.

Chu suffered, and Qu Yuan shed tears. A cavity of grief and indignation into Hunan water.

endangering human beings, materials are in a hurry, and the South Mountain is drumming.

All directions help, line up voluntarily, and give an order to Hubei.

across the shoulder, it's vast, with no beginning or end.

a woman's heart shines with wisdom. Vulcan dares to face it.

in the world and in the sea, white clothes are beautiful and clean, and the most beautiful stamens.

unity is strength, no regrets, and spring thunder resounds in the central plains.

The veteran cadres in party member, Zhejiang Branch of Agricultural Bank of China, insisted on staying at home to fight the epidemic and at the same time gave full play to their personal specialties, and meticulously created poems, paintings and photographs to help fight the epidemic. Correspondent Li Langjie Lv Zhiqiang

Gengzi Corner Meixin

□ Jiang Zhihua

A corner of the cold ling is burning with twigs, and the independent east wind is fresh to the sun.

The shadows are thin and dry, and the essence is curved, and the fragrance is dark and the six gods are strung.

a house can pick up the wall and cluster in the east, and the handle can climb the house and smoke in the north.

Xiyan Lake Station is secluded and remote, with uneven spring leaves.

Two Tiaoxi Poems

(1)

The East Tiaoxi Bridge is closed today

It is back to work to welcome the Asian Games,

The war epidemic shows the dragon.

fishing hides add new scrolls,

painting rainbows in the air.

[Note] Dongtiaoxi Bridge is a key supporting project of Hangzhou Asian Games.

"Tiaoxi Fishing Hidden Conghua" was written in Song Dynasty, with 1 volumes of poems.

(2)

Mr. Gao Baoping's rhyme

Tiaoxi is green in spring, and

the eyes are clear.

on the day when the plague disappeared,

there was a different feeling in the city.

[note] Yucheng is another name for Huzhou.

change

□ Cao Xiangling

Before, my sister called from Hangzhou: "When you are free, go to the vegetable field behind Huangshanyuan to pull vegetables, and grow them yourself, without spraying pesticides or chemical fertilizers." I always say yes in a perfunctory way, but seldom pull out vegetables. My sister in Hangzhou is still thinking about my meal.

"During the epidemic period, we can't have dinner together, and we advocate going home for dinner ..." The canteen of the unit was like a fake empty classroom, and the business was suspended. The smell of the old food was blown away by the epidemic.

the restaurants on the street are closed, and they have to work in the afternoon, so Chinese food can only make do.

a piece of tender tofu, square and overflowing in a small pool of light yellow water; A bag of green vegetables, with a few small yellow flowers, hangs on the handle of my house. Who is so kind? I'm not quarantined. Guess it's not my dear sister? My sister came home from Hangzhou for the Spring Festival, and the epidemic changed her plan to go back to Hangzhou. It is rare for my sister to rest at home for a few more days.

The nephew and his wife work online at home and take care of their two children. Wechat video came: "Mom Xiaoke holds her daughter in one hand, soaking milk powder in the other, dad staring at the computer to maintain the software developed by the company, and son sitting reading". What a harmonious family of four!

In the praise, Xiaoke sent a voice: "Sometimes my daughter is doing the work of the company, and my son also comes to join in the fun. I have to coax my son first. Once I was doing the work of the company, I forgot to cook the food in the stew pot, and it almost cracked. There is really no time! It's really tiring to think that my mother used to take two children alone. "

For half a month, the young couple experienced a stressful life of going to work, taking care of children and doing housework. When the children fell asleep, the young couple whispered, "No wonder mom sometimes gets irritable? We need to understand more next time. "

During the epidemic, young people reduced their dependence on housework and increased their gratitude to their elders.

under the tap, the leaves of the cauliflower are green, the path of the cauliflower is tender and white, and the little yellow flowers flee from east to west. I cut the cauliflower one by one with scissors, and it can be washed with water. Tofu is baked in an oil pan, one side is browned, the other side is browned, both sides are golden, cauliflower is added, and a plate of green vegetables is fried with tofu, which is crispy and delicious, and it tastes delicious.

at ordinary times, I cook occasionally, for fear of smelling the oil smoke left on my sleeves. During the epidemic, I also developed the habit of cooking by myself.

I started to work on the third day of the first month, and in a hurry, I had more fireworks for three meals. Sauté ed noodles with green vegetables, rice cakes with green vegetables, fried vermicelli with green vegetables, fried tofu with green vegetables, fried diced meat with green vegetables ... < P > It is said that a habit can be formed in 21 days. This habit, let me know that cooking is not easy.

I miss the canteen food that I didn't like very much, and of course I miss my sister's good cooking more.

My sister's vegetable plot is rented from farmers. When I came home on National Day last year, I sowed rapeseed and burned plant ash. Although there was no one to manage it at ordinary times, it grew into a good weather. As soon as beginning of spring passed, the green vegetables sharpened their heads and grew up, and they simply started to suck.

I know that my parents-in-law like pickled vegetables, so I stuffed two snakeskin bags with tender vegetables and let us take them to my mother-in-law. When we sent vegetables and rice back to our hometown, my mother-in-law was chatting at the neighbor's house next door. There were three or four women in a pile, and none of them wore masks. When we came back, my mother-in-law moved her body, still talking to her neighbors, and we quickly called her mother-in-law home.

"It's worrying to visit less and not wear a mask!" "The air in my hometown is good, how can there be any infectious diseases?" "You don't know who people have been in contact with, or you have to keep a certain distance." "I know the neighbors are at home, nothing! Both the street and the village attach great importance to it. Send the Pan 'an Daily to let everyone see how to prevent it. There are also people on duty at the entrance of the village. Don't worry. "

My mother-in-law recounted the propaganda work of the epidemic in the village. The calmness revealed in the eyes comes from the trust in my hometown and from the trust in my neighbors. It is this trust that gives her mother-in-law full confidence. This confidence is like a field exposed in winter, welcoming wind, frost, rain and snow calmly, never being barren and brewing spring.

In the sunset, my mother-in-law chased after the setting sun and spread the vegetables we sent on the bamboo pole one by one, which made the silver hair more textured in the sunset.

Sauté ed pickles in oil are the "golden dishes" for mother-in-law to eat porridge. They can be stored for many days without adding water. My father-in-law likes to eat pickled tofu, pickled bacon, winter bamboo shoots and pickled taro. He often sits in front of a homemade mud-sealed stove, stewing the clouds of time with a few pieces of black charcoal and a small flame, enjoying the afterheat of life.

Mother-in-law said to herself, "Eating without pickles is not fragrant. Great, pickles will be delicious in more than 2 days."

pickles contain the bright and difficult days of her mother-in-law's life, and she raised six children.

Small green vegetables, which contain the green of the earth and the golden of the sun, are fermented into pickled vegetables which are storage-resistant, sour and easy to eat under the action of salt.

these days, I also began to like pickles. I remember what Wang Zengqi wrote in "Five Flavors": "Beijingers are open in taste! Beijingers used to know how to eat Chinese cabbage. This shows that Chinese cabbage doctrine can be defeated. "

money planted in the ground never grows vegetables. I think of those young people who work and take care of their children, those who cook and cook by themselves like me, and those who pickle pickles by themselves, which have changed our lives because of the epidemic.

The veteran cadres in party member, Zhejiang Branch of Agricultural Bank of China, insisted on staying at home to fight the epidemic and at the same time gave full play to their personal specialties, and meticulously created poems, paintings and photographs to help fight the epidemic. Correspondent Li Langjie, Lv Zhiqiang

Waiting around

□ Zhu Mengyi

This winter vacation seems a bit long.

"Did the child go out or return home today? If there is any new situation, please contact the class teacher in time. " During this holiday, I punched in the class WeChat group on time to count the safety of students, and carefully warned parents and students to stay at home and not to go out.

Parents actively responded in the WeChat group: "At home." "No going out." "normal."

at this moment, no change is the best news.

The school sent another notice to remind us to carefully check the class situation. In special times, the school was also ready, and I reported the summarized class situation in time. After watching the mobile phone for too long, I stood up and looked at it in the distance. The Metasequoia trees in front of the balcony stood upright, occasionally flying over a few birds, and the sun poured down from the dead branches, mottled and gorgeous, soft and warm, and my mood was slightly relaxed with the cheerful songs of the birds.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly rang. A mother posted a photo in the group and sighed: If we think about them, we will be very happy. Keep on!

I opened the picture and took a closer look. It showed a group of people, including sanitation workers, policemen, doctors, nurses and security guards ... All of them stood in a row with masks, and I saw their firm eyes. There is a passage at the bottom of the picture: stay at home and don't let countless people's efforts fall short. Your so-called boring "home" is exactly where they want to go back but can't!

It happened to be a news link of the school WeChat official account, so I asked a question in the group: Are there any parents who are fighting in the front line like them? I received many parents' replies, including nurses in protective clothing, masks and goggles, who were fully armed to monitor in the isolation area; There are doctors who stick to the villages deep in the mountains; There are traffic law enforcement officers who carefully disinfect and prevent passing vehicles at the exit of the highway and show their strong back in the smoke; There are volunteers who are stationed at the checkpoint and use their own strength to build a solid epidemic defense line in the community; There are also township cadres who shuttle from morning till night at the head and tail of the village, checking and registering one by one ...

Looking through the photos sent to me by my parents with stories about the "epidemic" of the war, I still have a strange feeling in my heart. What kind of feeling is that?

A father said, "I haven't seen my children for a long time."

A mother said, "My child can only meet his father by video now."

Another mother said, "My baby and I can't video, and he cries when we video."

......

There was a sudden silence, silence, silence.

I typed a paragraph, deleted it, repeated it several times, and finally sent out a message: "Thank you, you have worked hard!" " Everyone has this tacit understanding, very neatly in the group to help refuel. This sentence is too short to really express my feelings, but I believe that parents and children can feel the same warmth from their hearts as I do.

Holding the mobile phone for a long time brings a burning sensation to the palm of your hand, which is transmitted from your fingertips through the meridians to your heart. This burning sensation immediately makes me understand that it comes from familiar parents.