65438+ 10 to March, the epidemic has not completely ended, so we can't relax our vigilance, let go of our body and mind and persist for a while.
The epidemic is a big test, and each of us is changing ourselves more or less.
Those who like to eat out now cook at home every day. People in the workplace are also used to working online and at home.
"Mom holds her daughter in one hand and soaks milk powder in the other. Dad stared at the software developed by the computer maintenance company, and his son sat reading. " Although it is difficult, it is also a warm family picture.
It is said that 2 1 day can form a habit. People who have never touched springs with their hands in the past now know that cooking is not easy; Flowers and plants that I didn't care much about before are now very kind. ...
During the epidemic, you made some changes for the health and happiness of your family, which is also the "mortal charity" of every ordinary person.
Today's "Literary Observation", let's take a look-"change".
Made a cup of black tea.
□ Jiang Xiaoli
I still sit at the window.
The breeze bypassed the white fence and whispered to the bamboo forest.
The vines are showing their buds and can't wait to embrace the Roman fence.
I just cut it yesterday.
Today, it is still unclear.
Two osmanthus trees cross the cold winter side by side.
whisper
Made a cup of black tea.
Start a day's work
A black and white bird
Jump along the green fence
Fly to the living room window three or two times
I want to say hello to it.
I looked at it and it looked at me.
It turned around.
Fly over the treetops.
The bird's nest is built at the top of the branch.
Dead branches are like pines
Like a picture in the sky.
It's noon in the Bird's Nest.
There must be lovers and children waiting for it to come back from foraging.
late night
Move from one room to another.
Glass reflects light.
The lights are as dim as those in the stable tonight.
Cold light was scattered in the hazy foggy night.
Oh, that's a street lamp by the bamboo path.
The night watchman in uniform at the door is still there.
That's not a horse feeder in high boots and an old felt hat.
Lights were scattered all over the floor.
He was lost in thought.
Is that the light of meditation on the elk by the lake?
Embrace the world with nonsense
sleep soundly
Jiang Xiaoli, a native of Jiangshan, Zhejiang, now lives in Hangzhou, and is a member of Writers Association of Quzhou and Jiangshan. He has published many essays in Quzhou Daily, Quzhou Evening News, Zhejiang New Countryside, Zhejiang Education Online, Jiangshan Today and Xianxia.
Vegetables remarried
□ Wang Hewen
It's not too much to say the word dedication to small vegetables.
It wore a short skirt to participate in the winter beauty pageant.
Lang Jun was originally the hometown of Jiangnan.
But it heard that Wuhan lost its sunshine in the past, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.
Vegetables got on the bus without hesitation and decided to remarry in Wuhan.
This is the happiest choice in its life.
The cold wind blows hard and the car drives fast, but it's still too slow.
Bumping all the way, Xiaocai walked into the Wuhan community and into thousands of households in Wuhan.
Bring a little warmth to the groom
The groom praised its value and gas quality.
Looking back at my hometown, that picturesque wedding trip.
This is a passionate dedication.
Camellia and light rain
□ Wang Hewen
March in Hang Cheng is the season when camellia blooms.
That blooming camellia
drizzle
Have an indissoluble bond
Light rain fell on the petals.
Bright big eyes pointing to the girl's brilliant red.
His fiery tenderness softened hers.
His persistence, insisting on her persistence.
Stamens are a little shy.
Clear, fragrant and beautiful
Warriors who fight on the battlefield will also be moved.
Their love is naked.
Snuggle up to each other and wait slowly.
Waiting for the sun to connect them to the milky way.
In the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Forever love
Spring thunder has sounded.
□ Extremely light
The early spring is bright, Wan Li is clear, but it is still deep.
The New Year's Eve dinner is coming, and the new year's goods are ready. Just wait for the fireworks to reflect the beauty of the sky.
Evil wind suddenly rises, miasma is hidden, and dark clouds are secretive.
When Chu was in trouble, Qu Yuan shed tears. A cavity of grief and indignation poured into Hunan water.
Harm to mankind, material emergency, Nanshan drumming.
Assistance from all directions, voluntary formation, and response to Hubei.
Looking across the shoulder, it is vast and has no beginning and no end.
A woman's heart shines with the light of wisdom. Vulcan dares to face it.
In the world, white clothes are clean and the most beautiful stamens.
Unity is strength, no regrets, and spring thunder resounds through the Central Plains.
Party member, a veteran cadre of Zhejiang Branch of Agricultural Bank of China, insisted on fighting the epidemic at home, and at the same time exerted his personal expertise to create poems, calligraphy and photography carefully to help fight the epidemic. Correspondent Li Langjie Lv Zhiqiang
Geng Zi jiaomei Xin
□ Jiang Zhihua
In the corner of cold ling, the branches are burning, and the independent east wind is fresh to the sun.
Thin shadow withered fine song, fragrant string of six gods.
A house can be connected to the east wall cluster, and the handle can climb the smoke north.
Xiyanhu Station is secluded and remote, with uneven spring leaves.
Two Poems by Tiaoxi
( 1)
Dongtiaoxi Bridge is closed today.
Back to work to welcome the Asian Games,
War shows dragons.
Fishing hiding adds a new volume,
Draw a rainbow in the sky.
[Note] Dongtiaoxi Bridge is a key supporting project of Hangzhou Asian Games.
Tiaocong Hua was written in the Song Dynasty with 100 volumes of poems.
(2)
Gaobu Baoping County Yun Sheng
Tiaoxi is green in spring,
Look at the water, the sky is high and the clouds are light.
On the day when the plague disappeared,
Yucheng has a different feeling.
[Note] Yucheng is another name for Huzhou.
change
□ Cao Xiangling
In the past, my sister called from Hangzhou: "If you have time, go to the vegetable field behind Huangshan Garden to pull vegetables and plant them yourself, without spraying pesticides or chemical fertilizers." I always say yes in a perfunctory way, but seldom pull out vegetables. My sister in Hangzhou is still thinking about my meal.
"During the epidemic, we can't have dinner, and we advocate going home for dinner ..." The canteen of the unit was like an empty classroom with a holiday, so we suspended the group meeting and the smell of the old dishes was blown away by the epidemic.
The restaurants in the street are closed, and they have to work in the afternoon, so Chinese food can only be made do.
A piece of tender tofu overflows a small pool of pale yellow water; A bag of green vegetables, with a few small yellow flowers, hangs on the door handle of my house. Who is so kind? I'm not quarantined. Probably not my dear sister? My sister came home from Hangzhou for the New Year, and the epidemic changed her plan to return to Hangzhou. My sister seldom stays at home for a few more days.
The nephew and his wife work online at home and take care of their two children. Wechat video came: "Mom can hold her daughter in one hand, soak milk powder in the other, dad stares at the software developed by the computer maintenance company, and son sits and reads." What a harmonious family of four!
In the praise, Xiao Ke made a voice: "Sometimes my daughter is doing the work of the unit, and my son comes to join in the fun. I have to coax my son first. Once when I was working in the company, I forgot to burn the dishes in the stew pot, and almost burnt the pot. There is really no room! It's really tiring to think that my mother used to take two children alone. "
For half a month, the young couple experienced a stressful life of going to work, taking care of children and doing housework. When the child fell asleep, the young couple whispered, "No wonder mom sometimes has a bad temper? We need to know more next time. "
During the epidemic, young people reduced their dependence on housework and increased their gratitude to their elders.
Under the faucet, the leaves are green, the dishes are tender and white, and small yellow flowers run here and there. Sister cut the cauliflower one by one with scissors, so that the water can be washed. Tofu is baked in an oil pan, one side is brown, the other side is brown, and both sides are golden. Add cauliflower and a plate of green vegetables to fry tofu, which is crispy and delicious.
I usually cook occasionally, because I am afraid of smelling the residual oil smoke on my sleeve. During the epidemic, I also developed the habit of cooking by myself.
I started to work on the third day of the first month. When I was in a hurry, there were many fireworks in three meals. Noodles with vegetables, rice cakes with vegetables, fried vermicelli with vegetables, fried tofu with vegetables and diced meat with vegetables. ...
It is said that 2 1 day can form a habit. This habit has taught me that cooking is not easy.
I miss the canteen food I didn't like before, and of course I miss the good dishes cooked by my sister.
My sister's side dishes are rented from farmers. When I came home last National Day, I planted rape and burned plant ash. Although nobody cares at ordinary times, it has grown into fine weather. As soon as beginning of spring passed, the green vegetables sharpened their heads, grew up and began to suck.
Knowing that my parents-in-law like pickles, my sister stuffed two snakeskin bags with tender vegetables for us to take to her mother-in-law. When we sent the vegetables and rice back to our hometown, my mother-in-law was chatting with her neighbor next door. There are three or four women in a pile, and none of them wears a mask. When we came back, my mother-in-law moved and was still talking to her neighbors. We quickly called her home.
"It's really worrying to visit less and not wear a mask!" "The air in my hometown is good, how can there be infectious diseases?" "You don't know who you've been in contact with, but you still have to keep a certain distance." "I know the neighbors are at home, nothing! Streets and villages attach great importance to it. Send a Pan 'an Daily so that everyone can see how to prevent it. There are also people on duty at the village entrance. Don't worry. "
My mother-in-law counted the propaganda work of the epidemic situation in the village. The calmness revealed in the eyes comes from the trust in my hometown and from the trust in my neighbors. It is this trust that gives her mother-in-law full confidence. This self-confidence is like a bare field in winter, calmly welcoming wind, frost, rain and snow, never barren, brewing spring.
In the sunset, my mother-in-law chased the sunset and spread the vegetables we sent on the bamboo pole one by one, making the silver hair more textured in the sunset.
Fried pickles are the "golden bowl" for mother-in-law to eat porridge. They can be stored for many days without adding water. My father-in-law likes to eat bean curd with soy sauce, bacon, winter bamboo shoots and pickled taro. He often sits in front of a homemade mud-sealed stove, stewing the clouds of time with a few pieces of black charcoal and a small flame, enjoying the afterheat of life.
Mother-in-law said to herself, "pickles are not fragrant until you eat them." That's great. After more than 20 days, pickles are delicious. "
Kimchi took in the light and hardships of her mother-in-law's life and raised six children.
Small green vegetables, containing the green of the earth and the golden of the sun, are fermented into storage-resistant, sour and delicious pickles under the action of salt.
These days, I also began to like pickles. I remember Wang Zengqi wrote in "Five Flavors": "Beijingers have an open taste! Beijingers used to know how to eat Chinese cabbage. This shows that cabbageism can be defeated. "
Money planted in the ground cannot grow vegetables. I think of those young people who work with children, those who cook by themselves like me, and those who pickle pickles by themselves. They have changed our lives because of the epidemic.
Party member, a veteran cadre of Zhejiang Branch of Agricultural Bank of China, insisted on fighting the epidemic at home, and at the same time exerted his personal expertise to create poems, calligraphy and photography carefully to help fight the epidemic. Correspondent Li Langjie Lv Zhiqiang
Wait nearby.
□ Zhu Mengyi
This winter vacation seems a bit long.
"Did the child go out or go home today? If there is any new situation, please contact the class teacher in time. " This holiday, I punched in the class WeChat group on time, counted the safety of students, and carefully warned parents and students to stay at home and not to go out.
Parents responded positively in the WeChat group: "At home." "Don't go out." "normal."
At present, no change is the best news.
The school sent another notice to remind us to arrange the class carefully. During the special period, the school is ready, and I will report the summarized class situation in time. Look at the phone for too long, stand up and look at the distance. The Metasequoia trees in front of the balcony stand upright, occasionally flying over a few birds, and the sun pours down from the dead branches, mottled and gorgeous, soft and warm, and my mood is slightly relaxed with the cheerful songs of the birds.
The mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang, and a mother sent a photo in the group and sighed: Think about them, we will be very happy, and then stick to it!
I opened the photo and looked at it carefully. It was a group of people, including sanitation workers, police, doctors, nurses and security guards ... they all stood side by side in a row wearing masks, and I saw their firm eyes. There is a passage at the bottom of the picture: stay at home and don't let countless people's efforts fail. Your so-called boring "home" is exactly where they want to go back but can't!
It happened to be the news link of the official WeChat account of the school. I asked in the group, are there any parents who are fighting in the front line like them? I received many responses from parents, including nurses wearing protective clothing, masks and goggles, who were fully armed and monitored in the isolation area; There are doctors who stick to the villages deep in the mountains; There are traffic law enforcement officers who carefully disinfect and stop passing vehicles at the exit of the expressway, showing their strong back in the smoke; There are volunteers stationed at checkpoints to build a solid epidemic defense line in the community with their own strength; There are also township cadres who shuttle from morning till night at the end of the village, checking and registering one by one. ...
Looking through the photos my parents sent me, I still have a feeling that there is a story about the "epidemic" of war. What kind of feeling is that?
A father said, "I haven't seen my children for a long time."
A mother said, "My child can only meet his father through video now."
Another mother said: "My baby and I can't video, and he cries as soon as we make a video."
……
The parents of the active students suddenly became silent, quiet, quiet.
I typed a paragraph, deleted it, repeated it several times, and finally sent a message: "Thank you, you have worked hard!" " "Everyone has this tacit understanding and helps to cheer in the group very neatly. This sentence is too short to really express my feelings, but I believe that both parents and children can feel the warmth from the heart as I do.
Holding the mobile phone for a long time brings a burning sensation to the palm of your hand, which is transmitted from your fingertips to your heart through meridians. This burning sensation made me suddenly understand that it came from my familiar parents and from my true pride. Before I came into contact with them, there was only one identity, that is, the parents of students. At this time, they are not only the guardians of children, but also the frontline defenders around us. Thousands of Qian Qian people who stay at home like us are being protected by thousands of Qian Qian people who stick to their posts.
A parent sent a picture saying: "The seeds planted with the children before have sprouted. Come on, spring is coming. "
Yes, seeds buried deep underground dream of spring in frozen soil. In this different winter, we are also eagerly looking forward to spring. In this longest winter night, there is also the warmest waiting around us.
Party member, a veteran cadre of Zhejiang Branch of Agricultural Bank of China, insisted on fighting the epidemic at home, and at the same time exerted his personal expertise to create poems, calligraphy and photography carefully to help fight the epidemic. Correspondent Li Langjie Lv Zhiqiang
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127, 65438, Zhejiang Writers Association and qianjiang evening news Hour News Client jointly launched the collection activity of "Retrograde-the cutest person in the new era". After the collection was sent out, writers, poets, writers, critics and literary lovers immediately sent their works.
65438+1October 3 1, Migu Reading also joined our action, * * * collecting literary and artistic works for the whole society to fight the epidemic.
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