Our city is ill.

1, our city is sick, our motherland is sick, we hear your crying, and we will smile and wipe away your tears.

2. The New Year's bell resounded through Kyushu. I sincerely hope that diseases and disasters will eventually become the dust of the years. One day, here will bid farewell to wanton diseases and plagues, hysterical sobs and whines, and only the rivers and seas will make the world peaceful. The spring breeze will blow open the cherry blossoms in Jiangcheng, and one tree after another will become a cloud that covers the sun. Here, in the cold land where diseases are rampant, it is spring that is about to break ground.