Before the Spring Festival this year, a coronal pneumonia swept across the country like a wind.
I'm an art examinee. In recent days, there have been reports that the school test has been cancelled. At the beginning, I was most worried about myself - that my art test was in conflict and that my efforts of one year were wasted.
Then with the passage of time, only a day or two later, the plague like disease seemed to be a lot more serious at one time, and it seemed that the position of the disaster in my heart rose from the ordinary disease to an important position. In recent days, I have seen the despair of many medical staff in the isolation area, the silent efforts of many people around me, and the ignorance and ignorance of many people
When the disease broke out, some people compared it with SARS. It's easy for me to think of Chai Jing's view on SARS in "see". One of the words that I remember deeply is that Chai Jing said that I will have a child many years later. I don't want my child to ask me "Mom, what did you do when you had SARS?" I replied, "your mother watches TV." Maybe it's also driven by such a sense of responsibility, which has been asking me to do something.
People around me think I'm too idealistic. I just need to be wise when disaster strikes. I thought so, but when I saw a petition, a picture of medical staff fighting on the front line, the tears would be surprisingly low.
Help the wounded and rescue the sick. This is what I carved on my desk for a long time. Being a doctor is also my dream for a long time. But for various reasons, I chose liberal arts and learned art, so I put down my dream of becoming a doctor. Over time, I also like the media industry I have learned, because in this industry, I can also spread my ideas in my own way, so as to help people I can help.
A sudden plague made me understand a lot. What I wanted to do was to take care of myself. My family, classmates and friends around me also kept asking me to study and do my own things. But I thought I was born with an unstable temperament. I wanted to do something meaningful. Maybe if I make a little more efforts, there will be a chance for one person to have a little more life: I once saw the subway station staff who could only expose their respiratory tract to the air because they couldn't buy masks in Changsha's most crowded subway station. I handed him a mask. He didn't open it for a long time, but folded it carefully and put it in his pocket, maybe for his family; also in the drugstore To an old man who is struggling with the price of a kn98 mask, he looks at his counteroffer with the shop assistant and is told "buy it, then you can't buy it when you have money." finally, he can only escape a handful of change from his jacket pocket and hand it to the cashier... It's the hardest thing to look at such a picture.