Chapter 18 typhoon
The darkening night is encroaching on the coastal city of L step by step. In the past, at this time, the sea breeze gradually rises, and the heat brought by the direct sunlight to the earth will be absorbed. And the city of L seems to have been used to such scenes for a long time: street lights on both sides of the road They were lit up in an orderly manner from far to near, and the neon lights of the roadside hotels seemed to be lighting up almost at the same time as in the street light competition. It seemed that they didn't realize that the word "A" lacked a vertical line on the right, " For" is missing the above point.
The typhoon has gradually appeared in the night, and there is so much moisture in the air that it seems that if you snap your fingers, water droplets will fly out.
Standing on the seventh floor, I watched the people with umbrellas hurrying downstairs, and felt that the real world seemed very close to me, yet seemed far away from me.
I know that the week after the typhoon will be busy.
The heavy rain last night was beyond pouring—it was as if the sky was pouring buckets down. The strong wind carried the rainwater and hit the ground and was not able to settle down. It flew upward with bean-sized raindrops. The rain in the sky and the ground intertwined, and the whole city became a world of water. In the morning, the sound of wind and rain has weakened significantly, but there is no intention of stopping at all. The accumulated water in the low-lying areas of the city has not decreased, but has increased. The drivers on their way were cursing helplessly and smoking dull cigarettes. Road sections without waterlogging are often blocked by fallen trees, and traffic in the entire city is almost paralyzed. Everyone wants to hide at home in such a ghostly weather. Fortunately, the school and the government have issued emergency notices, and everyone stopped going to work and took a day off. But I had to go. There was an accident on a small island off the coast, and medical personnel, forensic doctors, and disaster relief personnel were urgently needed to rush to the scene. At the moment, I am sitting on a boat, headed for the island. The wind on the land is much lower, but once you reach the sea, you know that the typhoon has not gone yet. The sea boat with dozens of large trucks in its bilge was like a small toy in the sea at this time. It was sometimes thrown up by the waves, and sometimes fell down again. I, who had never been seasick, felt nauseous even sitting on the ferry bus. Although it was still raining outside, I decided to go out for a walk. In my experience, the load-bearing springs of Daewoo vehicles will magnify the bumps several times at this time, and it is not so uncomfortable to go out. Sure enough, it was much better to go out: Although I couldn’t stand firmly without holding on to something, the feeling of nausea was gone, and the cold raindrops hitting my face made people feel indescribably refreshing. I just wish it would last longer A little, so that the feeling of seasickness disappears without a trace. But the female compatriots in the same car couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone rushed to the bathroom, and all of them vomited pale. , I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom, and kept vomiting. I can't help them with anything except handing them mineral water. The children around them are obviously much better at adapting. Several of them kept their expressions unchanged, jumping and playing games in the wind and rain. It seemed that the big waves rushing up to the deck were not a threat to them at all, but a game. Danger!A big wave came and almost hit the child. I dragged the child, although the waves still made us drenched, but fortunately, we were not swept away. I looked at the little face of the child who was still in shock, and thought to myself Fortunately. I know that the TV station told us at noon today that the typhoon has caused 115 deaths and 16 missing in the whole province, and the direct economic loss is 15.3 billion yuan.
Before the boat docked, I had already seen the isolated island in the sea from a distance. Presumably when the weather is sunny, the hill on the island will be another Penglai on the sea, and the white clouds on the mountainside will make it look like a fairyland. And at this moment, the island seems to be wearing a magical veil, coming out of a certain fairy tale-black dark clouds are rolling, covering the entire mountain, and there is a burst of lightning and thunder from time to time, and the clouds on the mountainside are also like from A ghost cave on the mountain floated out, with an ominous gray color. It was only when we walked to the foot of the mountain that we discovered the whole picture of the danger. An artificial reservoir on the top of the mountain is the source of fresh water for the whole island, and it is already in danger. I saw crowds as thin as mosquitoes and ants busy, obviously reinforcing the embankment; the stream from the reservoir flood is now almost a small river, roaring with silt, never giving up anything it can swallow; the mountainside On the road, a crack that is several kilometers long is like a scar, turning the originally beautiful hill into a hideous appearance; the landslide pushed the two houses next to the small river below the mountain almost to the middle of the original river channel, and most of the houses have been buried by mud. But at this moment, on the seawall of the small island, monstrous waves are rushing towards the island tirelessly, as if they will never be reconciled if the small island is not rolled to the bottom of the sea. There was no means of transportation to go to the hut that was in danger. The people who were rushing all the way to the island for disaster relief were running silently. Gradually, the crowd in front of the hut had merged into a sea. Standing in front of the hut, I realized that nature seems to be despising and laughing at the transformation of it by human beings. A hut with a brick-concrete structure seems to be inferior to a fragile eggshell in front of nature. The first and second floors of a house It has been divided into two parts, and the other one is also scarred and in danger of collapsing at any time. And once it collapses, the hut will fall to the middle of the river. No one believed that there would be any survivors, but there was a faint cry for help from the second floor of the hut that was cut in half by the landslide, and it was half buried in the mud. It was not difficult to distinguish that it was a boy's voice. The firefighters and armed police soldiers were digging almost with bare hands, while several people stood by the window, handing the boy the water and food necessary to maintain his life, and communicating with him about the situation inside. It turned out that when he went up the mountain yesterday, he found that the torrential rain had cracked the mountain, and the strong wind overnight made him sleep very uneasy. When the ground shook, he immediately hid under the wooden bed in the corner. And God seemed to be moved by his wit, and left him a big hole leading to the window, maintaining the air he needed to breathe. What the boy cared most at the moment was his mother, and he kept begging the disaster relief personnel to save his mother first. No one had the heart to tell him that his mother's bedroom had been completely buried by sand at this moment, and the rescuers had already seen a strand of black hair buried in the soil by his mother. As soon as the boy climbed out of the window, he frantically dug and dug the soil that buried his mother with his hands. Soon, his nails were broken and blood oozed from his fingertips. Two firefighters removed the boy from the scene. People were also evacuated immediately, because the reservoir on the top of the mountain could no longer withstand the huge pressure, and the gates had to be opened immediately to release the flood. Fifteen minutes later, the floodwaters swept through the cabin, and I only had time to take a few strands of his mother's hair for personal identification.
It was the darkest time before dawn, and the lights in the distance seemed sparse through the night. The few lights seemed to be dozing off and lit listlessly. Light rain, which made the path up the mountain even more unclear. Footsteps gradually sounded in the distance from the path, and it was not difficult to tell from the footsteps that it was an old man with inconvenient legs and feet. Sure enough, this is an old lady in her fifties who wakes up early in the morning to exercise. She walked to the gazebo on the top of the mountain, ready to stretch her legs and stretch her waist on the stone bench of the gazebo as usual. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed by, and she saw a man and a woman lying in the gazebo, their faces were strangely pale, and they had obviously been dead for a long time, the old lady screamed "Wow", before she could finish her sentence, a burst of thunder rolled over the old lady. The wife's exclamation was tightly covered up, and she didn't have time to think, so she stumbled and ran down the mountain... Two hours later, I arrived at the scene. Looking at the surrounding environment, the clothes of the deceased, and the damage on the body surface, I don't need an autopsy anymore. The death process is as clear and clear as a movie. This is a couple in love. The typhoon disrupted their agreement to meet here every night, and also made the longing for "not seeing each other every day like three autumns" grow and entangle like a poisonous ivy. As soon as the center of the typhoon swept across, they couldn't wait to meet in the It's the middle of the night when no one is whispering. But nature seems to be playing a vicious joke. A thunderbolt hit the boy's left shoulder, scorching a piece of his skin the size of a bowl. The lightning moved forward at the speed of light, easily melting the silver jewelry hanging around the boy's neck, and twisting it into pieces. A ball, and then escaped from the soles into the ground, smashing the rubber soles and jeans hard. And the other part of the current melted the metal watch chain on the boy's wrist and entered the girl's hand who was holding the boy tightly. The boiling blood of two young hearts must be the blood of love. Thunder and lightning flow through the most conductive blood, coagulating the blood and turning it black. We call this "thunder strike pattern" (this pattern will be distributed with blood vessels) The direction is the same, a bit like the shape of a feather, so it is called lightning strike pattern). I only removed two pieces of skin for slicing. I seem to have seen under the microscope that the electric current elongates and deforms each cell, and arranges them neatly like a fence. I know that this couple was buried separately out of fear of "God damning" their love. Not being able to share the same acupuncture point in life is a natural disaster, but not being able to share the same acupuncture point in death, is it considered a man-made disaster?I have no idea.
With a cup of coffee in my hand, I stood on the windowsill of the seventh floor again. The temperature of the coffee in the cup is just right, neither too hot to burn my hands or the tip of my tongue; nor too cold, it exudes a charming aroma, warming my hands and my heart at the same time. The breath of the typhoon has not completely dissipated, and you can still see the raindrops dancing in the light under the illumination of the street lamps, but when you stretch out your hands, you can hardly feel them. The city has returned to calm, and the lights on both sides of the road are warm, soft and warm, as if the typhoon has never hit the city. The camphor trees on both sides of the road no longer panic like two days ago. If there is too much rainwater accumulated on the leaves, they will shake slightly and sprinkle the rainwater on the ground. trace. The lights in my house are also softly on, and there must be its figure in the lights of thousands of homes; Enya is singing softly in the speaker, and the ethereal voice does not seem to come from this vast world. I am intoxicated and lost. Suddenly, a high-voltage package not far downstairs burst into flames on a utility pole. The blue flames looked a bit strange against the yellow light; after a while, sparks flew, and the surrounding lights quickly and intensely. sequentially turned off. My home was also plunged into darkness; Enya's voice seemed to be swallowed back by the speaker suddenly. It has been operating at overload, and it still has to experience the invasion of rainwater. It is time to take a break. I justified it and lit a green incense candle. In the dark, my thoughts are jumping like this candle. Is the emergence of electricity a good thing or a bad thing?Without electricity, I would be in the dark, not to mention listening to music and surfing the Internet. But I have also seen too many stories of people being killed by electricity. Not to mention the unfortunate death of the reckless husband when he changed the light bulb or the fact that electric wires can be used for murder, during the typhoon in the past two days, at least three people died from electric shocks. The canopy of a vegetable farm collapsed, bringing the electric wires next to them to the two migrant workers; an old man who was punting a boat in the rain accidentally touched the wet boat poles to the electric wires on the river. At this moment, their souls should already be floating in heaven. I don't know how to weigh the advantages and disadvantages of electricity, or the development of science and technology. All I know is that when the electricity comes, when the lights flicker, there will be cheers and cheers around me.
The heavy rain last night was beyond pouring—it was as if the sky was pouring buckets down. The strong wind carried the rainwater and hit the ground and was not able to settle down. It flew upward with bean-sized raindrops. The rain in the sky and the ground intertwined, and the whole city became a world of water. In the morning, the sound of wind and rain has weakened significantly, but there is no intention of stopping at all. The accumulated water in the low-lying areas of the city has not decreased, but has increased. The drivers on their way were cursing helplessly and smoking dull cigarettes. Road sections without waterlogging are often blocked by fallen trees, and traffic in the entire city is almost paralyzed. Everyone wants to hide at home in such a ghostly weather. Fortunately, the school and the government have issued emergency notices, and everyone stopped going to work and took a day off. But I had to go. There was an accident on a small island off the coast, and medical personnel, forensic doctors, and disaster relief personnel were urgently needed to rush to the scene. At the moment, I am sitting on a boat, headed for the island. The wind on the land is much lower, but once you reach the sea, you know that the typhoon has not gone yet. The sea boat with dozens of large trucks in its bilge was like a small toy in the sea at this time. It was sometimes thrown up by the waves, and sometimes fell down again. I, who had never been seasick, felt nauseous even sitting on the ferry bus. Although it was still raining outside, I decided to go out for a walk. In my experience, the load-bearing springs of Daewoo vehicles will magnify the bumps several times at this time, and it is not so uncomfortable to go out. Sure enough, it was much better to go out: Although I couldn’t stand firmly without holding on to something, the feeling of nausea was gone, and the cold raindrops hitting my face made people feel indescribably refreshing. I just wish it would last longer A little, so that the feeling of seasickness disappears without a trace. But the female compatriots in the same car couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone rushed to the bathroom, and all of them vomited pale. , I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom, and kept vomiting. I can't help them with anything except handing them mineral water. The children around them are obviously much better at adapting. Several of them kept their expressions unchanged, jumping and playing games in the wind and rain. It seemed that the big waves rushing up to the deck were not a threat to them at all, but a game. Danger!A big wave came and almost hit the child. I dragged the child, although the waves still made us drenched, but fortunately, we were not swept away. I looked at the little face of the child who was still in shock, and thought to myself Fortunately. I know that the TV station told us at noon today that the typhoon has caused 115 deaths and 16 missing in the whole province, and the direct economic loss is 15.3 billion yuan.
Before the boat docked, I had already seen the isolated island in the sea from a distance. Presumably when the weather is sunny, the hill on the island will be another Penglai on the sea, and the white clouds on the mountainside will make it look like a fairyland. And at this moment, the island seems to be wearing a magical veil, coming out of a certain fairy tale-black dark clouds are rolling, covering the entire mountain, and there is a burst of lightning and thunder from time to time, and the clouds on the mountainside are also like from A ghost cave on the mountain floated out, with an ominous gray color. It was only when we walked to the foot of the mountain that we discovered the whole picture of the danger. An artificial reservoir on the top of the mountain is the source of fresh water for the whole island, and it is already in danger. I saw crowds as thin as mosquitoes and ants busy, obviously reinforcing the embankment; the stream from the reservoir flood is now almost a small river, roaring with silt, never giving up anything it can swallow; the mountainside On the road, a crack that is several kilometers long is like a scar, turning the originally beautiful hill into a hideous appearance; the landslide pushed the two houses next to the small river below the mountain almost to the middle of the original river channel, and most of the houses have been buried by mud. But at this moment, on the seawall of the small island, monstrous waves are rushing towards the island tirelessly, as if they will never be reconciled if the small island is not rolled to the bottom of the sea. There was no means of transportation to go to the hut that was in danger. The people who were rushing all the way to the island for disaster relief were running silently. Gradually, the crowd in front of the hut had merged into a sea. Standing in front of the hut, I realized that nature seems to be despising and laughing at the transformation of it by human beings. A hut with a brick-concrete structure seems to be inferior to a fragile eggshell in front of nature. The first and second floors of a house It has been divided into two parts, and the other one is also scarred and in danger of collapsing at any time. And once it collapses, the hut will fall to the middle of the river. No one believed that there would be any survivors, but there was a faint cry for help from the second floor of the hut that was cut in half by the landslide, and it was half buried in the mud. It was not difficult to distinguish that it was a boy's voice. The firefighters and armed police soldiers were digging almost with bare hands, while several people stood by the window, handing the boy the water and food necessary to maintain his life, and communicating with him about the situation inside. It turned out that when he went up the mountain yesterday, he found that the torrential rain had cracked the mountain, and the strong wind overnight made him sleep very uneasy. When the ground shook, he immediately hid under the wooden bed in the corner. And God seemed to be moved by his wit, and left him a big hole leading to the window, maintaining the air he needed to breathe. What the boy cared most at the moment was his mother, and he kept begging the disaster relief personnel to save his mother first. No one had the heart to tell him that his mother's bedroom had been completely buried by sand at this moment, and the rescuers had already seen a strand of black hair buried in the soil by his mother. As soon as the boy climbed out of the window, he frantically dug and dug the soil that buried his mother with his hands. Soon, his nails were broken and blood oozed from his fingertips. Two firefighters removed the boy from the scene. People were also evacuated immediately, because the reservoir on the top of the mountain could no longer withstand the huge pressure, and the gates had to be opened immediately to release the flood. Fifteen minutes later, the floodwaters swept through the cabin, and I only had time to take a few strands of his mother's hair for personal identification.
It was the darkest time before dawn, and the lights in the distance seemed sparse through the night. The few lights seemed to be dozing off and lit listlessly. Light rain, which made the path up the mountain even more unclear. Footsteps gradually sounded in the distance from the path, and it was not difficult to tell from the footsteps that it was an old man with inconvenient legs and feet. Sure enough, this is an old lady in her fifties who wakes up early in the morning to exercise. She walked to the gazebo on the top of the mountain, ready to stretch her legs and stretch her waist on the stone bench of the gazebo as usual. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed by, and she saw a man and a woman lying in the gazebo, their faces were strangely pale, and they had obviously been dead for a long time, the old lady screamed "Wow", before she could finish her sentence, a burst of thunder rolled over the old lady. The wife's exclamation was tightly covered up, and she didn't have time to think, so she stumbled and ran down the mountain... Two hours later, I arrived at the scene. Looking at the surrounding environment, the clothes of the deceased, and the damage on the body surface, I don't need an autopsy anymore. The death process is as clear and clear as a movie. This is a couple in love. The typhoon disrupted their agreement to meet here every night, and also made the longing for "not seeing each other every day like three autumns" grow and entangle like a poisonous ivy. As soon as the center of the typhoon swept across, they couldn't wait to meet in the It's the middle of the night when no one is whispering. But nature seems to be playing a vicious joke. A thunderbolt hit the boy's left shoulder, scorching a piece of his skin the size of a bowl. The lightning moved forward at the speed of light, easily melting the silver jewelry hanging around the boy's neck, and twisting it into pieces. A ball, and then escaped from the soles into the ground, smashing the rubber soles and jeans hard. And the other part of the current melted the metal watch chain on the boy's wrist and entered the girl's hand who was holding the boy tightly. The boiling blood of two young hearts must be the blood of love. Thunder and lightning flow through the most conductive blood, coagulating the blood and turning it black. We call this "thunder strike pattern" (this pattern will be distributed with blood vessels) The direction is the same, a bit like the shape of a feather, so it is called lightning strike pattern). I only removed two pieces of skin for slicing. I seem to have seen under the microscope that the electric current elongates and deforms each cell, and arranges them neatly like a fence. I know that this couple was buried separately out of fear of "God damning" their love. Not being able to share the same acupuncture point in life is a natural disaster, but not being able to share the same acupuncture point in death, is it considered a man-made disaster?I have no idea.
With a cup of coffee in my hand, I stood on the windowsill of the seventh floor again. The temperature of the coffee in the cup is just right, neither too hot to burn my hands or the tip of my tongue; nor too cold, it exudes a charming aroma, warming my hands and my heart at the same time. The breath of the typhoon has not completely dissipated, and you can still see the raindrops dancing in the light under the illumination of the street lamps, but when you stretch out your hands, you can hardly feel them. The city has returned to calm, and the lights on both sides of the road are warm, soft and warm, as if the typhoon has never hit the city. The camphor trees on both sides of the road no longer panic like two days ago. If there is too much rainwater accumulated on the leaves, they will shake slightly and sprinkle the rainwater on the ground. trace. The lights in my house are also softly on, and there must be its figure in the lights of thousands of homes; Enya is singing softly in the speaker, and the ethereal voice does not seem to come from this vast world. I am intoxicated and lost. Suddenly, a high-voltage package not far downstairs burst into flames on a utility pole. The blue flames looked a bit strange against the yellow light; after a while, sparks flew, and the surrounding lights quickly and intensely. sequentially turned off. My home was also plunged into darkness; Enya's voice seemed to be swallowed back by the speaker suddenly. It has been operating at overload, and it still has to experience the invasion of rainwater. It is time to take a break. I justified it and lit a green incense candle. In the dark, my thoughts are jumping like this candle. Is the emergence of electricity a good thing or a bad thing?Without electricity, I would be in the dark, not to mention listening to music and surfing the Internet. But I have also seen too many stories of people being killed by electricity. Not to mention the unfortunate death of the reckless husband when he changed the light bulb or the fact that electric wires can be used for murder, during the typhoon in the past two days, at least three people died from electric shocks. The canopy of a vegetable farm collapsed, bringing the electric wires next to them to the two migrant workers; an old man who was punting a boat in the rain accidentally touched the wet boat poles to the electric wires on the river. At this moment, their souls should already be floating in heaven. I don't know how to weigh the advantages and disadvantages of electricity, or the development of science and technology. All I know is that when the electricity comes, when the lights flicker, there will be cheers and cheers around me.