The streets of the sealed city, sun filtered through the branches in the morning, less noisy than usual, but there is also a rare peace. The song of birds becomes particularly loud and clear, as if under the blue sky, they deserve have its own the world of their free capering and cheering...

I want to record a special and ordinary day in 2022, about how we did PCR test, and I also want to record some people and things in the community. Maybe one day my family will move away, then I can take out this drawing and recall some moments: When the volunteer rang the doorbell, I knew it was my turn to do the PCR test. I showed the antigen negative result to the volunteer before I did the PCR test.
I was waiting in line for the test, followed by the lovely Sino-Anglo siblings. Keep a safe distance!
The volunteer scanned my PCR code and gave me the test tube. Not a toy for pets, I am sorry!
I got familiar with the people and objects in the painting during these days, such as Duoduo (the white dog), the very big loquat tree, the redwood bridge over a stream, boys and girls, and all the Whites (volunteers), because they are all neighbors from our community, including, my MOM.

I have been in quarantine since the morning of March 3, 2022, when I was centrally sequestered in the campus, and left the campus on March 17 to get some painting materials and returned home to continue the quarantine.

I have never been as close to kitchen utensils as I am now, and since I ran out of frames after a long period of sequestration, I painted on pots and pans.