The end of 2019 is a time point worthy of deep memory for our people. The sudden "plague" swept across the land, and we were a little overwhelmed without any defenses. Wuhan suddenly became a remembered city in China, and the rebels stepped forward... With the efforts of colluding groups, we have continued to improve the epidemic situation in China. I feel the greatness of the country and the greatness of ordinary people. I am proud from the bottom of my heart that I am Chinese!

There is no hurdle that I can't overcome. As a Sichuanese, I have experienced the grief of 5.12 and this anti-epidemic war. I have felt the strength of my motherland again and again and experienced the mutual assistance and mutual love of my people. As a result, my love for the land under my feet became deeper, and I became more fond of any time in my life. I even loved every tree, flower, grass, tree, sunshine, rain, blue sky and white clouds more.

Send away the "god of plague" and resume work in an orderly manner in all industries in the country. As the lyrics sing: My poor jeep has not climbed or crossed a river for a long time. I set off with mixed feelings. Let's go to Kunming and see the spring in the Spring City to make up for this unlucky "spring", perhaps to commemorate the unlucky spring of 2019.

On the 850-kilometer journey, I listened to the songs of Xu Wei, Zheng Jun, and Wang Feng with a strong sense of travel in one go. I only took a stop halfway and arrived directly at Lao Huang's hotel in Xishan District, Kunming. Lao Huang is my friend. He opened a B & B hotel on Dianchi Road. Lao Huang was looking forward to it at the door. I haven't seen him for two years, but my enthusiasm remains the same. He dragged my luggage and led me to the hotel. Along the way, I heard Wang Feng's words in the car-"I plan to set off at dusk and take a car to the distance. Tonight there will be a banquet for my friends...", but Lao Wang is worse. Lao Wang is a hitchhiking, I drive...

The hotel is still the same as I came here three years ago, but it seems to have been renovated and the results are good. As a result, Lao Huang told me that during the epidemic, he had no harvest for four months, and he did not get the landlord's consent to apply for rent fee reduction for the landlord. Lao Huang smiled bitterly and cursed the "plague" casually. However, during this period, he did not idle himself and renovated the hotel well. I looked suspicious. You made this all by yourself. He made a three gesture, which means that he found two small workers to make it in total. Lao Huang was bald in his early years and shaved his bald head himself. A little tenacious hair still came out of the temples and was still gray. I looked at this scene and heard the situation of the hotel. I couldn't help but feel a little sore. I took two packs of cigarettes from my bag and handed it to him and said, I remember you used to smoke this one the most in Sichuan, right? Yunnan is not good to buy this one. Lao Huang laughed and said, you have a good memory. The two of us sat opposite each other in the atrium of the hotel and drank wine for three hours. The more than 50 rooms in the hotel were empty, and the fish rustled in the lake in the atrium. Lao Huang joked, you can choose any room type tonight...

The next day, when I woke up to the crisp sound of birds, Spring City still lived up to its name, and the sun was shining brightly. Lao Huang told me that he was submitting the materials for resuming work today and planned to open for business in five days. It must be good luck, I said with a smile...

Spring City is my distant place and the second hometown of people from all over the world. People like Lao Huang, who have a longing for a better life, seem to have become more gentle and stable here. Before I left, I told Lao Huang that I would come to Kunming to retire after retiring. The sun shone on Lao Huang's bald head and reflected brightly. Lao Huang said, I will always welcome you on behalf of Kunming people...