Notes on Fighting the Epidemic at Home

"Youth" The language of spring Summer has summer's way Anyway It's all a kind of existence capital city tonight light in memory Can't take away the stars in the sky green spring grass mixed with One inch long and one inch short lost years Like the stagnant water of Weiming Lake It seems to have caused ripples honor and disgrace in life in the long river of time Seems so small It seems so unattainable No one will ask where are you from Where are you going again? Heart is burning The fire is burning Take off those bloated steps move on There is no end or knot Like two people in love There is no right or wrong