Storm essay prose

It’s Friday night again. It has become a habit to watch "Where Are We Going, Dad" with my son? Together with his son, he was amused by the cute kids of Star Dad. After a tiring day, he curled up on the bed and snored loudly. Outside the window, it was windy and rainy. The sky on the plateau perfectly caters to the rainy season in the Hengduan Mountains.

When I woke up, the sky had cleared. There was no one in the room, and the corridor was surprisingly quiet. Thinking that my husband and the others must have gone to the construction site regularly, I let my son continue to sleep, wash himself, clean the house, and read and review. As usual.

Around ten o'clock, I was tired from reading. I remembered the move to Platform No. 1 that I had discussed the previous afternoon, so I sent a text message to my husband to confirm whether to move and whether it needed to be packed. The husband's call came back immediately, with a short sentence: Something happened on the construction site. I am busy. I may come back late at noon. You go to the canteen to eat by yourself. We will talk about the move in the afternoon. I only had time to say yes before the phone hung up.

Something happened? My heart skipped a beat. My husband rarely talks to me about official matters, and even when he does, he always talks lightly, reporting good news but not bad news. What could happen? Does it matter? Are there any casualties? Is it a liability accident or... countless question marks filled my head in an instant, my heart was hanging, and no matter where I put my hands, it felt inappropriate.

Mrs. Bao came over to borrow the clothes-drying pole, also looking sad. She knew a little more and said that the construction site collapsed due to the rain at night. Oh my gosh! I have been to the construction site hidden in the canyons and ravines many times. Every time I go there, I feel scared just standing there. What kind of tragic situation will it be if it encounters a landslide?

But that’s all we know. I was afraid of causing trouble to them, but I couldn't call them to ask. The two women were so anxious that they had no choice but to take care of their children, sigh, and keep looking at the window.

After a while, while I was grading my son’s homework, someone knocked on the door. I looked up and saw a clay figure standing outside the door. I couldn’t tell who it was. The visitor said that my husband wanted me to find his charger and power bank and bring them to the construction site. I hurriedly found these things and handed them to the clay figurine. They turned around and ran away. I chased them downstairs, but the car had already blown away in the dust.

The situation must be serious! Even more uneasy.

Sure enough. I took my son to the cafeteria for lunch at noon. In the past, all squadrons would gather on the playground before meals, sing military songs, and line up to enter the restaurant, but now there is no such thing. It is quiet. In the usually bustling restaurant, a few soldiers sat sparsely, their heads buried, chewing silently. At the command post, no leader was present, only a few of our family members and our children. The children didn't know what was happening. They ate what they should eat and enjoyed what they should have fun. We women looked at me and I looked at you, but we stopped talking and tacitly chose to remain silent.

I think we all understand the so-called "smell of nothing" and "sitting on pins and needles".

Naturally, the daily lunch break is skipped. Lying on the bed, holding "Love in the Time of Cholera", all the words were jumping uncontrollably in front of my eyes, and the master's most satisfying works could not attract me. Still, the knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. The person knocking on the door was my husband's apprentice, known as "Dr. Zhao", who came to copy the information that my husband needed.

Quickly seize the opportunity to ask him what happened. He smiled bitterly and said that it had rained heavily for days and the cave collapsed, and eight or nine people were already dead. Mr. Chen and the others are organizing rescue operations. He was stunned for a moment and had nothing to say. My husband is safe, but I am not relieved at all, let alone relieved. The eight or nine families behind those eight or nine lives, no, maybe the number will be doubled. The sudden pain and sorrow they will endure is like a piece of rock, weighing heavily on their hearts.

In the face of the unpredictable nature, life has always been small and fragile. But, is every disaster inevitable?

Mr. and his construction site is located on the bank of the Jinsha River in northwest Yunnan. It is located in the middle section of the Hengduan Mountains and the Dianchi fault zone with strong north-south cutting. The geological structure is complex, plus the Jinsha River, Pudu River and Due to the cutting influence of many tributaries, there are fault and fold zones everywhere, and the landforms are diverse.

In this place, I experienced and deeply understood the connotations of words such as "fragmented", "ravines" and "ridden with holes". Except for the rainy season, the rolling mountains look as if they have been refined in a Bagua furnace, turning red and purple. Just by looking at them, you can seem to feel their scorching temperature and choking ash smell. There are ancient or fresh landslide zones everywhere. Under the cliffs and in the crevices along the Jinsha River, the wreckage of large vehicles and small cars can be clearly seen.

When I visited relatives last summer, I followed my husband to pick mangoes in the hinterland of the Trevally River on the other side of the river. I witnessed with my own eyes the severe weathering of the sandstone along the coast and experienced the bumpy and rugged mountain roads. I remember that what came to mind repeatedly at that time was a sentence from Teacher Qin Ling's new work "On the Water Side", which also described his perception of the road when he was interviewed by the Jinsha River by car: "The mountain road is like a spider wrapped around a steep wall. Silk, slender and fragile, giving people the feeling of breaking at any time. The mountain road is close to the cliff, and large pits and ravines can be seen everywhere. ”

Slender and fragile. Two extremely appropriate words, which are also a true portrayal of the geological conditions of the place. What I have never understood is why in a place with such poor geological conditions, it is necessary to cut off the river flow to build hydropower stations and engage in so-called cascade development. The choice of address was decided by experts. As an ordinary citizen with no professional knowledge, I have no right or ability to question it. However, not understanding means not understanding. What is clear is that life cannot be treated as a child's play, and development cannot be at the expense of life and ecology.

Dr. Zhao left in a hurry. Mrs. Bao came over again with her son. Brother Bao is considered the veteran of this project. Sister Bao has visited relatives many times and knows this place far better than I do. The two children were busy playing computer games. Mrs. Bao pointed to the cliff with several deep ravines in the distance outside the window and said, "Look, look, it's very dangerous. It might collapse one day." They who work on projects are most afraid of something happening on the construction site, and we who work as family members are most afraid of something happening to them. After saying that, his eyes were painful and blurry.

Yes, men are traveling all over the world, no matter where they are, and they cannot take care of their families, children, women, or parents. In the end, there was no other option. Many working women had no choice but to quit their jobs and focus on taking care of their children and the elderly at home. Men have become the backbone of a small family, and their health and safety carry the health and tranquility of a small family. The so-called "military medals are half mine and half yours" are just empty and vain reputations. In the face of real life, I dare say that women in the military are not rare at all. We are also mortals, and we have been waiting for many years. And hope, all they want is a civilian life, a stable and warm life.

At least, I am not as noble and enlightened as I am.

Silently praying: the weather will be fine and the rescue operation will go smoothly.

Suddenly, as if an alarm clock had been set, thick leaden clouds piled up from the top of the mountain, and the wind rose from the mouth of the canyon, like a pack of hungry wolves, passing through the valley. On the playground, the flags roared like thousands of horses neighing. In an instant, the rapid rain poured down like countless beans.

As wind and rain erode again, it is inevitable that landslides will continue. The storm of reality stirred up a storm in my heart, and my heart rose to my throat.

In the unspeakable anxiety, it was time for dinner again. The leaders of the command post still have not returned, and there are fewer soldiers in the restaurant. I was so worried that I just stuffed some dry rice into it.

With the book in hand and the TV on, my eyes were staring out the window at the uncertain weather, wishing I could grow a pair of wings and fly to the construction site to take a look. The son seemed to have understood something, and no longer was naughty or talked back. He sat on the floor in a corner, holding his mobile phone and playing games. At around nine o'clock, without prompting, he got up voluntarily, looked for clothes and took a shower. When he came back, he took the initiative to put away the toiletries. In the past, it would have been either me or my husband who would have escorted me to wash the toiletries. It was also our business to pack the toiletries.

The son continued to play games. Asked if he was waiting for the football match between the Netherlands and Brazil, he said no. I knew in my heart that he was waiting for me with me. It was past midnight, and my son couldn't stand it any longer, so he lay down and fell asleep.

Watching "The Story of Ancient Swords" and "Where Are We Going, Dad" for two days in a row, I was actually extremely exhausted, but I didn't feel sleepy at all. I just turned off the lights, watched the darkness, and kept my ears open to catch all the movements outside.

At about one o'clock, I finally heard footsteps outside the door, the sound of the door opening softly, and the rustling sound. Mr. is back. He thought we were asleep and didn't turn on the light, so he was looking for toiletries in the dark. I turned over and asked him to turn on the light and look for them. He turned on the light and when he saw me looking at him strangely, he quickly explained that there was mud everywhere, his shoes were taken off and his pants were left in the outhouse. Thinking of the clay figures I saw during the day, I was not surprised at all. Instead, I felt unspeakable pity.

My husband came back from washing, lay down and said, "Oh, my legs are weak after standing all day, but my arms stretched out and took me in my arms." They are now an old married couple, which is rare in normal times. I was sensitively aware of my husband's fragility, and meekly huddled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and waiting for him to speak.

The gentleman said that the rock collapsed, even the racks were pushed down, and the shuttle bus was damaged. One soldier and seven or eight migrant workers died, and the injured were all sent to the hospital. Four others were buried and could not be rescued. I nervously asked him what the nature of the accident was, and he said it was a natural disaster. The leader of the detachment had already arrived, and the leader of the general team was also on the way.

As he spoke, Mr.’s other hand came over and clasped it with mine: Do you remember Xiao Hei? Xiaohei is a warrior from Lijiang. His surname is He. Because of his dark appearance, he is nicknamed "Xiaohei". When we went to Lijiang last summer, he specially greeted his family and wanted to entertain us. His wife also gave us four hand-woven wool square towels from the Naxi ethnic group and a yak leather craft bag. He has now bought a house in a village near the construction site, and his wife has opened a restaurant called "One Family" there. It was this Friday night that our family, Brother Bao's family, Liu Rong's family, and Lao Zhang, etc., had a "family" dinner together. Xiao Hei didn't see her at work, but she did see his wife.

Is it him? My heart tightened and I asked weakly, "Remember, what's the matter?"

Xiao Hei is so lucky! He was under the landslide at the time. He heard the noise and ran out with another soldier. As a result, the soldier was hit by a big rock. He was fine...

Life and life are the same. . But because of my familiarity with certain people, my feelings changed. Hearing that Xiao Hei was fine, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, but felt sorry for another young life. Maybe, I've seen that guy before, but I just don't know the right number. Fresh and fresh, it can go to the complete opposite in a moment. Even if you are a complete stranger, you cannot remain indifferent.

Suddenly something occurred to me and I asked my husband, was it because of the landslide that you rushed to the rescue? The gentleman's body tensed up and he didn't answer for a long time. Finally, he seemed to have made a lot of determination, and then he told me that I didn't want to tell you at first, because I was afraid that you would worry. In fact, when the accident happened, we were working in the duty room of the construction site to discuss matters.

Huh? I always thought that the accident happened first and they rushed there later, but it turned out... I couldn't help but hold on to my husband's hand, and I wanted to shrink into his body. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "We all ran away when we heard the noise." The duty room is relatively far away from the landslide, so we can run away in time, so don't worry.

The operating platform that collapsed is located between the two tunnels. I know exactly how long and wide it is. How far away can the duty room built on the platform be? Can you not worry?

What Mr. Sir said next made me even more frightened. He said that I ran out with Lao Zhang, maybe because I was younger and ran faster. His head was injured by a small stone. ah? Is Lao Zhang injured? It's okay, he's slightly injured and has been sent to Kunming for examination.

Lao Zhang lives across the street from us. We were having dinner together on Friday night, and my son finished half of the plate of dumplings he ordered. When he came to visit relatives this time, his wife asked me to bring him a Samsung S5 mobile phone. How come it was only one night later that he...

If... if..., it was a real brush with death. It's scary to think about it.

I couldn't help but tremble and groped my husband's head, arms and legs, as if I had to personally verify that he was intact in order to feel at ease. Others, I dare not continue to think deeply about it.

My husband understood what I was thinking, patted me on the back gently, and said, I really need to change my career, otherwise I will be so sorry to you!

In fact, how many military wives would like their men to stay in the army? It is good to change jobs and return home, even if the life is poor, as long as the family can enjoy life peacefully. However, the job transfer report has been pending for who knows how many years, but it has not yet been approved. Helpless, the small family must obey everyone, and the individual must obey the collective. In high-sounding words, dedication is still necessary, and sacrifice is also necessary.

The two of them were lying on the bed, unable to sleep, like pancakes. The husband sighed and said, you don’t know, the scene was... terrible. He simply took out his phone and showed me the photos. The scene was a mess, with large and small stones and piles of steel bars everywhere on the operating platform. From the photos, I determined that there was a landslide in the mountain outside Cave No. 1. Cave No. 1 is adjacent to the traffic tunnel across the river. If the collapsed mountain blocks the traffic tunnel, rescuers and equipment cannot enter, and the injured cannot get out. Sir, wouldn't they be trapped on that dangerous operating platform? ? It’s really unimaginable.

The gentleman pointed to a place in the photo and said that four people were buried here. If the machine cannot go up, there is no telling whether the mountain above will continue to collapse. The most difficult thing now is how to get the person out safely and properly. He was worried about the rescue plan, and I was worried about his safety. We are together again, worrying about the weather. Every time there was a rustling sound outside the window, he would get up to see if it was raining again.

A few hours passed without sleep. At five o'clock in the morning, the husband's phone rang. He hurriedly got dressed and went out again. I listened to the sound of the whistle and the sound of the car starting. The sky turns white little by little. My son is very well-behaved. When I call him at 6:30, he gets up obediently. While rubbing his eyes, he tells me that his father left again after 5 o'clock. My heart aches inexplicably.

Take my son to have breakfast. None of the three squadrons saw the entire team. When I met Dr. Zhao outside the restaurant, he explained that the meals would be simpler these days, and the sisters-in-law would suffer accordingly. If anything happens, just come to me.

When I came back and went up the stairs, a soldier was cleaning the stairs. On the off-white floor, there are a series of muddy footprints. Some of the mud has dried and spread out. It is the unique red soil of this area.

Go to the laundry room to wash clothes. The captain's wife came in carrying a pair of shoes. It was a pair of shoes that were covered in mud and could not be discerned. She held the shoes high and said, sister-in-law, look, they are like this, how can you not wash them? Whenever something happens in my family, I am so busy that I don’t even know how to eat or take care of myself. Alas!

I smiled lightly. Women's thoughts are all the same, and they cannot be defined simply by selfishness. I believe that the gentleman's shoes are no different from the captain's shoes. The only thing is, he didn’t want me to do more laundry. When my husband went out in the morning, he was still wearing muddy pants and muddy shoes.

After hanging the clothes, I stared at the sky outside in a daze. The sky is green, dragonflies are flying low, and it is about to rain again.

Once the storm comes, it is destined not to stop soon.