We will never feel as deeply as others unless we experience the same things they do. It may be the worst storm in my lifetime, but in my opinion, it was not the worst thing that has happened in my lifetime. And this story is just like a cup of bitter tea in my lifetime.

“Get up quickly! Look at how heavy the snow is! Get up and play in the snow!” my mother shouted in the early morning of February 6th.

After a few minutes, I got up and stood on the passage, looking at the beautiful thick snow. That time I was wondering how lucky we were to have a chance to enjoy such beautiful snow views. When I was playing happily in the snow with my brother, my father went by, and told us that he was going to check if the tent, which was used for growing mushrooms was all right.

Maybe something was destined to happen on that day. But nobody could foretell it.

When we had nearly finished the snowman, our father came back and told us that nothing terrible had happened except that a corner of the tent had collapsed. We all felt lucky and nobody was worried about the tent.

The weather improved after the heavy snow, and the Chinese Lunar New Year was coming, so my mother and I did a thorough cleaning. My brother was watching TV and busy telling us about others ＇ troubles caused by this heavy snow. Father was preparing things for the New Year. Nobody in the house realized what was happening to the tent.

After lunch, my father carried his baskets to pick mushrooms in the tent.

“That's done! That's done!” Dad's shouts were heard. Everyone was puzzled and didn’t realize what had happened. “Everything was well in the morning, but how could it … Totally collapse?”

My mother stopped working and quickly put on her working clothes; my brother turned off the TV, and then went to fetch his dirty shoes, I rushed out from my room and almost slipped down on the muddy road.

Quickly we reached the tent. The sticks that propped up the tent were all broken down, the roof of the tent lay on the field, what a mess! My father and my mother quickly searched for some new sticks. My brother and I used the shovels to clear the snow and rubbish on the roof. Sometimes we used our own hands to clear them. The wind was so strong, and the water so freezing! They all pierced us like knives. But we kept on working all the time because we knew that we must prop the tent up so that we could collect more mushrooms to sell in the market. My father and mother quickly used the sticks and ropes to fix and prop up the tent. After a good afternoon’s hard work, we saw that all four pairs of hands had gradually propped up the tent! We could sell the mushrooms the next day! And our mushrooms were saved!

Everyone was tired, but of course, happy and proud for we had finished such a “great” thing in such a short time although the tent was not completely stabilized. My father sighed for a whole night, and then my brother told him to be optimistic. He said, “Compared to those who suffered real disasters in the storm, how lucky we are!" HOW LUCKY WE ARE" really comforted us a lot. It is important to view things in a different way. We knew the only way to be brave was to face it and to solve it.

In the worst storm, we had a worst story, a cup of bitter tea. But after some time, we found it really sweet and gave us a lot. We’ve gained the best things: the love from our families; the courage to face difficulties. We also tried to be more optimistic.—It is also another way to show love and sympathy for others. We lost nothing important.

Now I have returned to school, and I don’t know whether my father is still worried about his business or not. But I hope my father can feel our love, our care, and will never sigh again, for my mother, my brother and I are always here with him and will never leave.