武汉清华女学霸英文演讲 我三岁会唱国歌 一场疫情才明白真正寄义
I came back to Wuhan on January 10th and within these two months a lot of things happened and now I could finally sit down and talk about it.
I watched my Dad close the door. It was a really cold night in dead silence and I was all alone at home. My parents left because they had been running fever for several days and they were showing other symptoms of COVID-19. It was January 31st, the 7th day of Wuhan lockdown.
I was born and bred in Wuhan for 18 years before I moved to Beijing two years ago to study at Tsinghua University. Wuhan is a lovely city where people lead a vibrant life. In Beijing, I would always crave for the Hot Dry Noodles back home, Re Gan Mian and really loud conversations in Wuhan dialect popping up on the street.
But when I stood at home on the 31st of January, all that was gone. Before I arrived home for the Spring Festival, my parents and I had talked about making sure that we took a really good family photo during the Spring Festival holiday.
The virus we now know as COVID-19 is somehow fearsome partly because it does not discriminate in choosing who it infects. But that is only partly true. All the evidence suggest that it can be merciless to older people, so I was wondering whether my parents would make it and whether we would ever take photos.