Qishan Lakeside, Prose about Flood Fighting in July

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Late July is still the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom and lotus leaves are fragrant.

On July 17, Sunday, I accompanied my old classmates from the city to enjoy the lotus flowers in the scenic spot by Qishan Lake.

The graceful posture of Xia He on the shore of Qishan Lake, with her "lotus leaf skirt and one color cut", her noble feelings of "coming out of the mud but not stained", her unique charm and elegance, and her unique fragrance, Yuanyuan Yiqing, all make her People care about you endlessly and are reluctant to leave you. Just as the two threshold couplets on the kissing lotus pavilion in the center of the lotus pond depict: the vast expanse of green lotus meets the shadow of clouds, and one pavilion looks up to the sky; the wind blows and the fragrance is floating on the green waves, and the clouds come and sink in the red pavilion.

Then, July 19th came, a day that cannot be forgotten, and may be a day that people will mention for a long time in the future.

The meteorological department was very busy that day: at 8:15, a yellow warning signal for heavy rain was issued; at 12:00, an orange warning signal for heavy rain was issued; at 14:25, a red warning signal for heavy rain was issued... .

What does this mean?

It means that the sky above Qishan Lake seemed to have turned into a sea that day. The rain rained all night and day after day, without stopping, without rest, without stopping, without rest, slowing down and getting tight, getting tight and slowing down. "Noisy and mixed bullets, big and small beads falling on the jade plate", the rain is like the woman in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing", playing crazily and non-stop. Have you fallen in love with Qishan Lake? The crazy sound of rain was also mixed with the whining and moaning of the wind.

Then, the floods from the tributaries in the upper reaches of Qishan Lake desperately threw themselves into the embrace of Qishan Lake. The water flow formed into turbulent turbid waves, swirling and slapping against the dam rocks, and enveloping all kinds of things: thick and round wood, huge rocks, clumps of branches and grass, and even squealing pigs and dogs. In the dark night, the water level began to skyrocket, reaching 120 meters, 121 meters, 125 meters, 125.5 meters, and 125.79 meters, approaching the historical highest water level of 128.39 meters during the Lincheng flood in August 1996.

Friend, do you still remember Xia He by the Qishan Lake? Do you still remember those beautiful pavilions? After the water in the lake rose 5 or 6 meters, they were no longer visible on the water. I wonder where the wandering Can Hong ended up in such a hurry. There was only a vast expanse of white water, only the cruise ships drifting around with the waves, and only the thunderous sound of water being released from the spillway.

I checked the water conditions, and my heart clenched as the water level of Qishan Lake changed. Rain and floods, I know, fellow villagers upstream and downstream of Qishan Lake, we have been affected by the disaster.

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"Disaster is an order, and the sound of rain is a trumpet." Facing the merciless floods, party members and cadres in towns and villages by Qishan Lake stood up and rushed forward, building a "Great Steel Wall" for the masses that was impervious to wind and rain.

Scene 1: A sleepless night. On the night of July 19, the sky was as dark as ink and it rained heavily. In the Xishu Town government office building where power and water were cut off, all the cadres of the town government were on standby. In the candlelight-swaying office of the town party committee secretary xx, members of the flood control headquarters are urgently discussing flood control and rescue work: dilapidated households need to be checked, geological disaster spots need to be inspected, small reservoirs and small ponds need to be on duty...

Time is life. After the meeting, the town officials took action quickly: the light of the car lights passed through the rain line, the light of the flashlight illuminated the water, and the sound of hurried footsteps drowned out the sound of rain and wind. Town officials are on duty at every reservoir and every dam, reporting changes in water levels and up and down flows at any time. There are also town cadres on duty at each key road section, and they stand as the most obvious warning sign on a rainy night.

At this time, the beautiful Qishan Lake also came to make its presence felt. Due to the excessive amount of water coming from the upstream, the flood was released earlier than originally planned. It was nearly 12 o'clock at midnight, and the surging lake water surged down, and the flow gradually increased to nearly 200 cubic meters per second. The usually sturdy Sang River overflow bridge was like paper, and it was washed away in a short time.

Due to the power outage, several village cadres in the lower reaches of Qishan Lake used various channels to inform the masses: loudspeakers, telephones, mobile phones, WeChat, and of course, divided into groups and knocking on the door of each household in the rain. Sleepless night.

Shot 2: Warm hands. It was almost dawn, and a car sped past in the distance with large splashes of water. With our desperate waving gestures, the vehicle reluctantly stopped very close to me, causing water waves to cover my calves.

The driver is from Nan'an Village of Qishan Lake. Although I can't name him, I have met him a few times. I told him that the road ahead was going to be washed away by floods and it was very dangerous and he could not move forward. He was a little anxious and said that there was an emergency at home and he had to go back. It was useless to argue. I took him to the river and then watched helplessly as another large part of the Manshui Bridge collapsed while struggling in the flood. He was speechless, held my hand tightly, and said, "Brother, thank you so much, I'll treat you to dinner another day!"

He didn't care about the food. In the wind and rain, I felt that he Although my hands are a little trembling, they are so warm!

Scene 3: Standing by the Sang River. Dongbaichang Village is a large village in the lower reaches of Qishan Lake, with a population of nearly 2,000. At around 10 o'clock in the evening on the 19th, after receiving the notice of flooding from Qishan Lake, Liu xx, secretary of the village branch, immediately notified villagers to arrange for the relocation of villagers in low-lying areas and households with dilapidated houses. At 2 o'clock in the morning on the 20th, the water level along the Sang River surged. He and the village director Liu xx drove to both sides of the river and started guarding, accompanied by the sound of rain, wind and water all night long.

At around 5 o'clock in the morning, the bridge entering the village finally lost its battle with the floods. The earth and rocks on both sides of the bridge were washed away, and the river was flooded with falling sediment. Still expanding. Secretary Liu also arranged for forklifts to pile up earth barriers on both sides of the road, made simple warning signs, and wrote clear warning slogans: Shuida Bridge is broken, no traffic allowed.

Shot 4: The beauty of the woman. Xishu Village is the closest village to Qishan Lake, and the village branch secretary Ren xx is a lesbian. When the heavy rain came, she led the cadres of the two village committees to conduct constant inspections in and outside the village: areas with poor water flow in the village were excavated as soon as possible, collapsed road sections were cleared in time, fallen trees were cut down immediately, and residents of old houses were Look carefully.

After the rain stopped, she and the town cadres went from house to house to check the disaster situation of the people, and organized the affected people to carry out production, self-rescue and mutual rescue. For the complaints, complaints and scoldings made by a small number of people due to dissatisfaction, she responded wholeheartedly and responded with a smile, regardless of her tired body.

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Tears have blurred my eyes, because I feel so sorry for this Town and village cadres were moved. I know that the rain has already wet their clothes, and their feet have been soaked in mud and water and turned white. Some lesbians in the town government are still suffering from high fevers, and some village cadres have had many cuts on their arms due to rescue operations. Wound.

I forwarded it to my WeChat circle of friends: "Who was the one who stayed calm in the face of the flood, cared about the people, and helped the people in danger? After a few days of rain, people rushed to buy vegetables, food and other necessary supplies. If you don't want to go out, you will go deep into the most dangerous landslides, rivers, and traffic arteries to reach the homes of the most severely affected people. You will not let a single person get caught in the rain or get trapped in the water, and you won't be able to take care of your own home. After the rain, people take a leisurely walk to see the magnificence of the water. Who can’t go home for a few days, rush to repair the roads, resettle the people, and resume production?”

Yes! , are we Communists!

(3)

I am reminded of an article in "Southern Weekend": "...we watch you grit your teeth, we watch you weather the storm, we watch Smiling at you... There is always a power that makes us burst into tears, and there is always a power that keeps us in high spirits... Why do we always have tears in our eyes, because we love deeply; why do we always stay in high spirits? , because we love deeply...".

The flood season has not yet passed, the disaster relief task is also very heavy, and rain may come at any time.

I know that we still have to continue the arduous work, we still have to stay true to our original aspirations, care for the people, and keep moving forward...