Wanjia Lighting epidemic

evening.

In front of the window.

The clouds in the sky are red and red by the setting sun, and the light is full of light ...

As the sunset westward, Yuncai gradually faded away the strong color, and the sky slowly faded down. The row of buildings on the opposite side slowly lit the lights: a cup, a little bit, a string, a piece of pieces, and soon became a tens of thousands of lights. Even more like sleeping harbor!

The red and green lights on the intersection are still repeatedly changed the color that should be changed according to its own rhythm: red, green, yellow, but no longer crowded, no longer noise, no car water and horse ...

The lights of the gas station are still rendering the glory of the past, but only the vehicle that is missing and the busyness of the past ...

The stores on the street, the lights are still, but no one walks away ...

What a beautiful and quiet night, how warm the lights are, but it can't hide the anxiety in people's hearts ...

It was also the evening of the past, and it was the window of the past. The color of the clouds did not change, but the light was only a little bit of the stars. The car under the signal lights was horse. The people in the gas station turned upside down.

Under the epidemic, people stayed quietly in the control of the home. During the day, place orders, collect express, busy browsing, and measure acid; at night, watch the world, ask Anlan, expect the epidemic, and pray for good morning. Different mentality, different expectations, are attributed to people who want to return to that ease as soon as possible ...

Thousands of lights, colorful. There is a guarantee of national policy, the hard work of medical staff, the hard work of the little brother, the community, the community, and the common efforts of us all, hope that we will return to the car, the vocal, and laughter. After the epidemic, the unsatisfactory lights and colorful lights and colorful! (Text/Liu Hui "Green China" 2022.6A)

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