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Hu Faqing: Wuhan, a hardened hometown, is reborn with a strong and unyielding attitude.

In the childhood memory, the winter Wuhan is snow white. Many years later, far away from my native land, every quiet night, and the moon and the stars, when I set my eyes on my native land, my thoughts still remain in the winter night.

Still is the wind and snow, is still dreaming of liver and intestine. Just now, UFA is dyed with autumn frost, and seems unable to find the innocence and innocence of that year.

I once thought of writing those words that were scattered and long, and frozen them in time. I once thought that those time that had passed away would be twisted into thread and inscribed in memory.

Looking at the cold water of the Yangtze River and thinking of the gentle snow floating on the river, there is a hint of silent warmth in my heart.

This is the winter in Wuhan. Sometimes it feels like a long winter. Maybe it's just a fall of fog from the beach, or the fall of a parasol tree on the side of the street.

With fog, it was followed by frost and cold. After that, it showed the beauty of frost and red flowers in February.

When the size of the lake is condensed or thick or thin, the winter of Wuhan is really coming. The icy days not only render the atmosphere of winter, but also insist on the reason of cold. In those few warm days, the deeper and deeper the winter, I am always looking forward to the snowfall.

There are too many layers of winter in Wuhan. The green in the eyes is still showing no fear, or deep or shallow, or bright or dark. Here, there is a bunch of maple leaves on the far hills, which have already blushed and blink.

Most of them are mixed with deciduous trees. At the end of autumn, we can see a strange scene of trees and trees. Or there are fallen leaves everywhere, even paved, such as soft carpet, lying at the foot of pedestrians, elegant and calm, it is pretty good.

Several dry trees with several sticks of bamboo, pine, and a few vines around the wall. The leaves of Chaoyang are still green, but it is hard to see green in the dark. It is this little plant that shows two different scenes in the spring and Autumn period.

In the early winter, the morning fog dimmed the dust, or the cold wind dispersed the haze. On such a day, the sky is much cleaner, and even traces of birds are scarce.

Standing on the top of Huanghe building, looking far ahead, I felt the passion and desolation in that poem.

"The yellow crane is gone forever, and the white clouds are thousands of miles away."

The water of the Yangtze River is rolling and still pure and blue. The whistle of the whistle from the gate of Hanyang gate was heard from the ancient city gate, and it was wrapped in a deep homesickness.

The advent of winter has directly led to the fading of the former gown of willow on both sides of the river. Just, thin hair, dry face.

The Hankou beach, which is full of silvery sand, reeds almost withered, but still dances in the wind. An old man who supports each other like a dragon bell.

Who had noticed that a few months ago, it was still a good place to enjoy the cool scenery, but in the twinkling of an eye, everything was quiet.

The winter in Wuhan is so cold that people are used to thinking about the romance of snowflakes in the days when the flowers are floating.

Once in the winter of 2019, Wuhan suffered a terrible disaster. My hometown and I became the 2020 spring patients.

The spring of hometown is sick, plum blossoms are sick, cherry blossoms are sick, and a river is full, the smell of vegetation is dying.

Hometown and family members, infinite grievances, infinite panic, like the Yangtze River Hanshui's tears of tears, day and night flowing.

9 million martial arts people in the left behind city, 9 million kinds of heartbreak, 9 million grievances, 9 million kinds of panic, infinite grief and infinite tragedy.

Now, the pain is so painful.

Wuhan, an ancient city, a heroic city, a proud City, came out of the "Book of Songs" of "cam Tan Tan", and instantly focused on the world's attention.

On the night of the city, through tears of neon, it seemed to see a tall building full of sad parting. Sealed city - two big red characters, let many countrymen move between life and death, and let many countrymen lose their closest relatives.

2020, this spring, the sad wind and the boundless snow are just memories of Hanjiang River. A drop of water, a drop of tear, are all separated from each other.

A river, once a dancing shoe running in melodious songs, was once a beautiful skirt raised by a beautiful music. It once used to be a chewing tonal in classical poetry.

In the spring of 2020, the cherry blossoms of Luojia mountain remained as they were, but there was a lot of sadness. Yesterday's bustling cherry blossoms had already left their helpless parting. Full of fragrance, like the four seasons of love suddenly collapsed, in the twinkling of an eye is the appearance of water.

The heroic city of Wuhan, with its profound cultural background and unique humanistic spirit, has been reborn after the tribulations.

Author: Hu Faqing       Editor: Zhangyu
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