The flood of the Yangtze River in the summer of 1998 also affected our side. Our side is also the land of plenty in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a beautiful Changdang Lake beside the town. The rain that summer felt like Nuwa's.

In those days, my aunt came. She felt unwell and asked for leave and did not go to work. The rain that day kept falling, it was very heavy, very violent, and it kept falling violently. It was the worst I have ever seen in my life.

The biggest, fiercest and most continuous rainy season.

The continuous rainy season is annoying, until the water in the river in front of the ** compound has overflowed into the yard. In the afternoon, the mayor asked all the staff of our agency to build a long artificial waterproofing line along the river in the rain.

There are even fish swimming into the ** compound to "work" and grab their jobs.

After I got home from work in the evening, I had already taken a shower and had dinner. The landline phone at home suddenly rang. The voice of Yu Xichun, the old secretary of the Party Committee Chairman came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Zhao, hurry up immediately.

Rush to the town police station immediately to report that Changdang Lake has burst its embankments. We need to go to flood control. Come here immediately!", the urgent command voice on the other end of the phone, you can imagine the urgency of time, the kind of person who was determined to build when he was studying.

The sense of responsibility and mission in your hometown arises spontaneously. Isn't this the hometown you want to build and protect? Without even bothering to change clothes, without saying a word, you immediately go out and rush to the town, which is only 300 meters away from home.

I saw the leader on duty briefly leading everyone into groups, arranging work and assigning tasks. Because I couldn’t swim, I was assigned to a group of moving things, and then I took a car and rushed towards the breach of Changdang Lake. I didn’t care when I got to the scene.

Come on, I just took a shower and changed into new clothes. I got off the car and immediately went to carry the pile of wooden eaves with a diameter of 30 centimeters that had been removed. I ran back and forth quickly towards the embankment breach with only one thought in my mind:

The faster I run, the more damage caused by the flood can be reduced; wearing rain boots to carry the wooden eaves is particularly easy to get stuck to the sticky soil in the farmland next to it, and the rain boots can stick to the heel in just a few steps.

It was as big as a football. I simply took off my rain boots and carried it with my bare feet. It turned out to be light and fast. It was just that the hard objects on the road were placed on the soles of my feet and it still hurt a little. But looking at the raging flood and the

Standing in the flood waiting anxiously for the wooden eaves, the eyes of a pair of eyes are piercing. The strong sense of mission and responsibility will make you forget all the pain. The sticky soil becomes as slippery as glue after being soaked in water. If you are not careful, it will fall.

It will make you fall down like a "dog chewing shit" or "upside down". No matter how much dirty muddy water you drank, or how many times you were hit by the eaves, you got up and continued to rush forward.

Two roots and three roots... Until I was exhausted and paralyzed on the roadside and was helped up... After resting for 10 minutes and drinking some light salt boiled water, I continued to work until 10 p.m.

It was only after half past o'clock that the embankment breach was barely blocked...

When I got home, my whole body was as wet as a preserved egg and I was in inexplicable pain. I had just taken a shower again and was about to fall asleep when the phone call came again: The dike had burst again! I had to bite the bullet and change back into the dirty clothes that were as old as a preserved egg.

Returning to the "battlefield", in order not to affect or disturb the rest of my grandma and parents, I changed the phone to my own room... I worked hard that night and didn't go home until almost dawn. At four in the morning

I tiptoed back home at five o'clock. I didn't sleep all night, but I wasn't tired.

I don’t know how I got through the rainy season that year. I was fighting the floods almost every night. Occasionally, there would be a period when the levees did not burst. Later, our mayor gave me special permission not to come to work and stay at home.

Sleep, rest, and be on call at any time... No matter how painful my body is, no matter how many cuts have been made on the soles of my feet, I have a strong sense of mission and responsibility that supports me. This may be the original intention in my heart! Maybe it is
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