10 a.m. in the morning on April 4, a siren wailed in the sky. The whole country seemed to be pressed “pause” button. Streams of vehicles stopped to whistle; passengers on subway stood up solemnly grieving over; at this moment, all Chinese people halted what they were doing at hands, to observe three-minutes silent mourning for the dead compatriots in the fight against the new coronavirus pneumonia. This year’s Qingming Festival is more depressing than usual without doubt.