This is a war without gunpowder. The Spring Festival of 2020 was supposed to be a day for family reunion, but the whole country was ushered in by the ravages of the new coronavirus.
Since then, how many angels in white have come back to help Hubei fight the epidemic, and how many people have been helping and watching from behind. None of us has been spared in the face of this epidemic.
"I'm Waiting for You at the Window" was produced during my period of isolation. The text contains both bitterness and joy, and the writing style is sometimes graceful and sometimes humorous, making you smile knowingly after reading it.
Intention: What I cannot say in reality, I want to say here (about the story behind the epidemic)