Spring Lanterns in the Fog

In Shanghai in 1937, the morning fog was like a piece of silk that refused to fade, gently separating the concession from the flames of war. Before the iron door of Tzu Chi Hospital opened, she was already standing in front of the window on the fourth floor—— The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses is as calm as a lake that refuses to freeze. Her name is Shen Jingwei, "Dean Cheng" as outsiders call her. But it is a white camellia flower that refused to bow its head in the boudoir of the past. When her family and country were in chaos, she used the scalpel as her pen and the moonlight as her ink. Write the most tender quatrains on the blood-stained gauze: "Saving one person also saves a city." And he, Huo Yanzhou, The cold silhouette of the "God of War" was carved by gunpowder smoke and newspapers. But at the door of the ward, a little girl said, "Uncle, he has another girlfriend." Forced to turn around in embarrassment. In the city in the fog, the spring lanterns are about to come on. She hid the hot rivers and mountains in her snow-white medical gown, He wrapped himself in the dark gray military uniform with softness that he dared not touch. Two seemingly parallel lines, Because of a child's smile, because of the distant sound of a cannon, Finally meeting at the end of the Tzu Chi Corridor—— At that moment, the fog cleared, The lights are on, The nearest figure becomes the farthest horizon. The story begins here: Between life and death, between love and righteousness, They want to take this city, together with each other's names, Sewn back into the first ray of dawn.