Having a glimpse at the current situation around the globe, we may have a direct sensation that the coronavirus exerts a far-reaching influence on our life. We find it hard to go wherever we want, which cause a sense of isolation. Apart from that, nucleic acid testing makes us intensively monotonous. Nevertheless, what impress me most is an experience that enables me to be grateful for everyone accompanying me.

The unpredictable Coronavirus disrupted regular lifestyles but sent oceans of warmth and gratefulness. It was around the Spring Festival, my father was pasting spring couplets on the gateposts hurriedly when mom urged my dad to close door hastily and murmured,” Sars is coming again!” The atmosphere of the Spring Festival was swiped out swiftly. Meanwhile, with the increasing number of the COVID-19 death toll, everyone was in great panic. We were stumped for it and paralysed with fear. When night came, the only thing I could do is to look out of window, but the icy wind kept howling, cutting my face like a sharp knife. When I was about to close windows, a ringing sound of singing caught my attention. It was a little girl stood opposite side of the residential building. Her voice was sweet and the lyrics were so powerful that I could not help immersing myself in it. Gradually, more and more residents showed up, standing at their balconies and joined the singing spontaneously, me included. Everyone lit up with smiles like a bouquet of flowers and waved hands spontaneously. When the lyrics” Rainbow produces after wind and rain” came out, all of us choked in a thrilling mood. My tears gathered and flowed down my cheeks with appreciation when oceans of kindness fell on me. On that unforgettable day I came to realize that surmountable tribulations make people united.

It is through this period of hardship that makes me have genuine gratitude to people around us. People make allowances with each other and cheer themselves up, showing a strong national cohesion and close-knit relationship. Words fail to express my sincere appreciation. P. B. Shelley, British poet once said, “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” We pin our hopes on overcoming this daunting fight.