That touch of "red"

 　　I consider myself a sentimental and melancholic person, because no matter what I write, it always ends up being uncontrollably sad! Maybe it's in my bones. On a sunless morning, walking on a deserted, bustling street! Given the current situation, I wonder how many people are looking out their windows, their longing eyes seemingly telling you, "How fortunate we are!" Because, in the current situation, being able to go out is a luxury!

　　Because of the epidemic, the city has been under lockdown for a month and a half. The lockdown hasn't left everything barren. Look, early in the morning, there are community volunteer guardians, community anti-epidemic vanguard teams, road checkpoints, and people persuading people to return home—all these comrades in red vests and red armbands! Aren't they all sacrificing their own families to protect everyone, silently dedicating themselves? Of course, they can't compare to the medical workers, but compared to them, aren't they another kind of beautiful sight?

　　It's an honor to have contributed to this fight against the epidemic. Although my contribution is insignificant compared to others, I can at least be proud of my small contribution! Perhaps many years later, when I look back and recall myself nearing thirty, even a couple of "hehe"s will be enough for me.

　　That touch of "red" reflects my love for my country, my affection for Shiyan, and my guilt towards my family.

　　I don't want to write too much about the epidemic (COVID-19), because with the strong backing of the country and the correct leadership and deployment of the Party Central Committee, the epidemic is just a fleeting phenomenon. This article is really just some thoughts from my heart, somewhat incoherent and lacking in structure! It's just for myself to look back on many years later when I have nothing else to do.