【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 festive atmosphere. The cruel virus threatens the health and life safety of the broad masses of the people. Its transmission speed is extremely rapid, which once plunged people into anxiety and panic. The doors of every household are closed, and the busy streets in the past bee deserted.　　A war without gunpowder smoke has also quietly opened. At this critical moment of life and death, many admirable medical workers have emerged all over the country. They cherish the old and young who are reunited at home and rush to the front line of the fight against the epidemic without hesitation. They wear thick protective clothing to treat patients every day. Because the protective clothing is airtight, they sweat all over their body, but they don’t plain. They use their flesh and blood to build a safe defense line for the people.　　There is also such a grandfather, Zhong Nanshan, an 84 year old academician of the Chinese Academy of engineering. He is still in charge, racing against time and fighting against the virus. Grandpa Zhong’s ing forward is like a timely rain in the drought. He moistens the hearts of the people and brings unlimited hope to the people. Isn’t grandpa Zhong’s spirit of fearlessness, courage, resourcefulness and due diligence worthy of our admiration?　　The power of example inspires us to move forward. Our teenagers should also study hard, arm their minds with knowledge and knowledge, and be an indomitable pillar of the country like grandpa Zhong in the future.　　I firmly believe that from now on, as long as each of us obeys grandpa Zhong’s mand of epidemic prevention and control, works together in the same boat and moves forward bravely, the epidemic will be gradually curbed and the dawn of victory will belong to us!　　Before the Spring Festival, my mother told me: “now there is a kind of New Coronavirus, the country has not yet developed drugs for this virus, so we have to go out less.” Since then, I found that my father seems to have changed.　　My father is a doctor. When I heard of the outbreak, I seldom saw him. Every time he es home, he just stays at home for 30 minutes. I call him “30 minutes dad”.　　The “Ding Dong” doorbell rang.　　Mother said, “it must be dad who came back.” My brother and I sprinted to the door and opened the door for my father. As soon as he entered the house, I immediately took my brother two meters away from my father. My father looked at us and smiled and began to disinfect himself. After Dad “handled” himself and entered the house, our house became lively like a vegetable market.　　Grandpa smiled and poured a cup of hot tea for his father. His 3yearold brother jumped on the sofa like a happy monkey. Mom and grandma happily brought steaming meals from the kitchen. Dad couldn’t catch up with the meal every time he came back, so he had to sit at the table alone. Looking at the back of my father eating alone, I love him very much. The back of “30 minutes dad” is like a high mountain, blocking the dangerous “thousands of troops”, safe and warm.　　I know that my father is in close contact with patients face to face every day. He is worried about the virus on his clothes and is afraid of infecting us. He wants to protect us. The whole family supports his work very much. Da