What are the poems about fighting the epidemic in 2020?

1, people who miss are far apart, feeling tears, worrying but not looking forward to it. At the same stage, the spring breeze came, flowers bloomed everywhere and heroes triumphed. Thousands of miles away, the ends of the earth are connected, such as weaving brocade and enjoying the Buddha's face. The story of the old man, laughing at the clouds, bitter at the truth, sinking into the boat.

If I were a drop of water in the Yangtze River, I would turn into a rolling river and run towards you. If I were a tree on a high mountain, I would stand tall and colorful. We are one in a million in Qian Qian. We are United, one by one, but I am also you. The bumpy fate and the blocking of this road can't erase our blood.

Fireworks come in March, and the flowers in Wuhan are blooming again. Wuhan, long time no see. You look brighter than last year. How many people are drunk under your nose, how many people are worried about you, and now it's normal. Give you a long-lost hug and give me a bowl of Regan Noodles, okay?