The sound of rain is like a tide, the heart worried about the sky cheap disaster into disaster

The sound of rain is like a tide, the heart worried about the sky cheap disaster into disaster

　　Swept look out the window, the continuous rain, have been under a non-stop, convergence of the torrent, will be flooded with low-lying places ...... washed away, a time, over the embankment, will be everything, destroyed; walking in the rain, the sound of rain like a tide, but inside, has long been delayed worry, that the sky cheap disaster, perfunctory into disaster, disaster and countless ....... I asked myself, cohesive words earnestly, the infinite reverie, with words, with tears, with tears, clear expression, a fusion of one, embellished with a string of beads and drops, any knowledgeable and relevant people, slowly recall and chew, and improve and improve, but also a beautiful fairyland on earth, for us to bring life sweet, happy and full of warmth!

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　　Holding an umbrella, wearing sandals, walking on the wet ground, the rain in the sky, still raining with joy. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

　　"People harm people harm not, the sky harm people grass is not born", the ancient proverb is true. Staring at the crackling ground, full of all the splashes, a little bubble of long years, let me sleep too unsettled. Worry like burning, in how many families, how many people, by the raging rain, stirred into a memory disaster, the death line struggle of the misery, bridging the lifelong, the consummation can only the moon is missing.

　　The media inundation, the ear to hear and see the video screen, text, reality, and sound, the number of brush screens, constantly turning over and over; even just see and hear all, to this rain stop, it is simply impossible, in the end, how many more days to stretch, how much rain, the weather forecast is difficult to accurately predict.

　　This year's summer rainstorms have affected 21 provinces. We watched the victims suffer in pain, their houses were destroyed, their properties were washed away, and even some families, the lives of their loved ones went to heaven, and there is no longer a living earthly fate; beating our chests, remorseful, how the heavens you are merciless, let the torrential rain, triggering flash floods, mudslides, floods natural disasters so that we are penniless, just to stay a clothes to wear; but also to lose the chance to survive, and meet with the king of hell! ...... all this reality, the only way to roll up your sleeves to try tears, to start life over, shoulder the ordeal, brave and not afraid of danger, defiantly, leap up and run forward, to burn out hope, to rejuvenate, to recast life brilliantly, the second beautiful blue sky.

　　Knock the devil out! Streaking wildly dancing raindrops, wielding up the vellum huge water foam, knocked to pieces. Loud and boisterous, the sound of rain tide, fragmented, clang broken, the time dissipated, the years obliterated, the love blocked, crushed into memory, the final achievement of destruction, intoxicated past an iteration, no trace to find, sighing tersely, nowhere as wind and snow.

　　Fortunately, the bright colors are high, justice is awe-inspiring, singing the trumpet, the unyielding spirit of the Chinese nation, the iron flow, the people's voices are boiling, vowing to defend the flag, constantly filled with strength. Excitement, nostalgic chant, eulogistic words, it is difficult to express the reverence of the heart: flood rescue people, has long been from all sides into the people's children, resounding pace, the People's Liberation Army hunting and waving the military flag, military might, "August 1" shining, where there are hardships, there are children and disciples figure, " What is the fear of flooding? People in the position in", the people as soon as they see, the hope of survival grew steeply; party and government cadres, volunteers, people from all walks of life, the vast, charging forward, vowing to die with the sons and daughters of the soldiers, building up the Great Wall of the people's love of steel, standing together on the front line of anti-flood rescue, "born as a man, die as a ghost hero; battlefield to grab the danger, vowing to die Such as high carry."

　　Look, that night rain sent north night, tiredness, guarding the levee warriors, not facing the flood, with the soil rising perseverance, strong and bold action, as always, adhere to the lofty towering, cut off the love of silk, and fight, even messy hair and dirty clothes, but also can not care about a trace of attachment.

　　Looking at the rain, my sleepless heart gripped the stick tight, for the health and safety of millions of people, the time of crisis to see the true feelings, even though there are old dreams, memories of youth, a little thought, I do not have to give up my self, to protect his life, "heroic shortage of breath, children's love" is not my passionate male and female nature, unrestrained indulgence.

　　Open that umbrella, put on the hat ticker, hold the spade shovel tools, along their respective responsible area patrol, watching the water level rise and fall trend, sandbag dike solid, around the people's lives and property safety ...... talk about not poetic, talk about breathing intimacy, talk about not much emotion, as long as the position exists, everything is safe and secure, with a smile full of face The first thing you need to do is to pay back the little bits and pieces around you and the society.

　　I saw such a scene, a group of young soldiers, estimated at 18, 19, and 20 years old, like water, the age of the military, the body wrapped in camouflage uniforms, seems to be a little thin, but the military orders like a mountain, the people's call, the party's call, determined not to retreat, the first to fight floods and rescue.

　　Forget it! Once in the family is still petulant, parents and other elders care, they no longer accompany you. To you, to go through the rush feast; to you, to step on the bumpy jungle; to you, to go back to chew struggle. Put away the youthful frivolity, put away the youthful smoke and dust, put away the youthful knot, in the long river of life, especially the immediate military mission, no matter what kind of parting, ending, or consequences, will have no regrets, they did not waste ever everything.

　　Doomed, we are still young, are in a hurry to pass through the earth, how to spend, almost no choice, what flowers bear what fruit, what efforts to do what performance, romance for a moment, in exchange for the possibility of very different two.

　　In the rain continues to rage in the torrent, I miss you, think you should be safe, should be healthy beyond the ordinary. But is it raining? Flash floods? Mudslides? They are playing a joke on you, passing by abruptly, stopping in an instant, not adding more trouble, causing more damage and suffering to the people of the earth, to the thousands of living beings. After that, the disaster passed, and we all, everyone can embrace each other, on the winding silent road, forming a unique beautiful scenery, shining a light on those who come after, to be able to relentlessly move forward.