On Flood's Memory Prose

Midsummer is coming, and there is more and more rain. There have been heavy rains in southern China, and the water levels in most provinces and cities are constantly in a hurry. Affected by continuous rainfall, the middle reaches of the Yangtze River also experienced an emergency in the near future, marking the formation of No.20171flood in the Yangtze River, and the National Defense General launched a three-level emergency response to flood control. This disaster touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. I was frightened by the flood in the south, which reminded me of the flood in the north.

Flood is also called flood in my hometown. Growing up in the northern countryside, I always remember the floods in the north, especially the floods in my hometown. In my childhood memory, the flood in my hometown is not as severe, not so much and not so fierce as the flood from the south, which seems to give people a chance to breathe and buffer. There was no big flood, and the invasion of the villagers by the flood was not so terrible, and the losses caused were not great.

What I remember most is the floods in my hometown in the sixties and seventies. Most of the time, it rains in the village and the mountains almost at the same time. When the rainstorm and pouring rain last for a long time, the river gradually rises and the river surface gradually increases. In fact, it's just the water in the slope chasing the water in the river, and it also makes a "crash, crash" sound, which looks and sounds a bit interesting. In fact, it was just a flood.

After a long period of rain or a few days of heavy rain, the drama of "flood" officially began. I had a very thrilling time. When I was playing on the east bank of the village just after the rain, I saw the road by the East River was crowded with people, including men and women in their seventies and eighties, children down to five or six years old, middle-aged men and women, eldest daughters and kannika nimtragol. Very lively, it is a rare beauty on weekdays.

When I saw my neighbor's uncle standing there, I asked him why there were so many people standing there. He stared at the upper reaches of the river and said to me, "There is a flood on the mountain. Let's come here and have a look. " Then I stood next to my neighbor's uncle and looked into the river along the seam. At this time, the flash flood is far from the village and has not yet come down. First I heard the sound of "Hua", and then I heard the sound of "rumbling, rumbling". With the sound, I saw mountain torrents coming straight from the bend in the upper reaches of the river like a yellow dragon, with the momentum of destroying and devouring everything. The momentum is shocking and the waves are rough. Cheers broke out one after another on the shore, and in a short time, the flood came to us, and layers of turbid yellow waves drowned the white waves. If you look closely again, the mountain torrents are actually very powerful, uprooting a modest tree on the river bank and being washed down by the rolling flood. The flood also swept away long logs. When I went home and told my grandmother, my grandmother solemnly said, "When I heard that there were floods in other places, everyone looked surprised. A young man thought it was fun and ran to climb up. As soon as he got up, he felt that the wood was covered with thorns and he couldn't get down. People on the shore watched him sink with the wood. " What my grandmother said is not credible, but it was very interesting at that time, and I can still write it down roughly now. The flood is still rushing down with stones, sediment and mustard. Mountain torrents are getting bigger and bigger, and rivers are getting deeper and wider. The water surface of more than ten meters on weekdays has been washed into more than twenty meters, which is very spectacular. This is a sight that you can't see on weekdays. The river was stirred by the flood and the well water on the shore was muddy yellow. This is the deepest flood memory hidden in my mind.

With the interest of watching the flood, I want to watch the flood again, but when I experience the flood again, I don't want to watch the flood again. This time, the "flood" is more fierce than the last time. On the way to the river bank, I saw that the flood had overflowed the river bank and rushed to the road. The whole road surface turned into water and muddy water. The old folks call it "muddy soup". This "muddy soup" is deep and is rushing to the nearby houses. I was surprised when I saw it. I turned and ran home, because my family lived in a high place. I just ran into the house, and in a short time, I saw one of my relatives trotting into my house with their children in their arms as if to avoid disaster. The child was crying and his wife called. As soon as this relative saw my mother, he said with tears, "Third Sister, how can I live in my life?" All the floods rushed into my house. "Mother let her sit down and comfort her, until the flood receded, she led the children home. After the flood hit my relatives, I didn't even want to see the best "flooded" landscape, because I felt the ruthlessness of the flood and the true feelings of the world. It was that flood that most reservoirs in the village were in emergency, Moshanzi Reservoir was in emergency, Shishanqian Reservoir was in emergency, and Laomuwan Reservoir was in emergency ... The villagers rushed to the reservoir from different directions with shovels and bags. That "flood" also made me understand that human beings should join hands to fight against the flood attack.

Later, my memory of the flood was1the flood disaster that our country suffered in the summer of 998. This is the worst flood in China in a century. It was a flood that ravaged most of China. It is called "the flood of the century" and it is the most thrilling flood I have ever experienced in my life.

In the summer of 1998, I watched CCTV news broadcast almost every day. I learned from the news of flood fighting and disaster relief that 29 provinces (autonomous regions and municipalities) have suffered from different degrees of floods, and there have been 8 flood peaks in the Yangtze River basin, which have broken through the highest water level in history in many places, and the floods have overflowed thousands of miles and almost flooded the whole basin. I saw it on the TV screen at that time. It was shocking and horrible. Dams burst, mud and stones slipped, houses collapsed, and lives were taken away, leaving the motherland devastated and bringing endless pain to ordinary people. This catastrophic flood killed more than 4,000 people and affected more than 200 million people. "1998 flood" has become a frequently mentioned term.

This catastrophic flood shocked all departments and ordinary people in this country. For the water conservancy department, this is an important year in hydrological history; For flood control departments, it is an important reference and standard for flood control work; For soldiers, this is a classic battle against floods and disasters; For ordinary people, it was a disaster that ravaged most of China, and it was a baptism that everyone had experienced. The catastrophic flood of 1998 left a sad memory for Chinese people, and the terrible scene is still fresh in our memory today.

This year, the flood in southern China has been affecting my heart. I prayed silently in my heart: May the disaster area be stable and the victims be safe.

As for the flood, I experienced initial joy, then joy turned into worry, and then worry turned into fear. I had inexplicable feelings and memories of the flood, and it may also be different memories of various stages of life.