What is the most unforgettable experience about the rainstorm?

In the summer of 1975, my classmates and I had a "wheat vacation", and under the guidance of our teacher, we went to the wheat field harvested by the production team to pick up the ears of wheat.

one afternoon, it was stuffy and hot. It's so hot that one can hardly breathe. Sweat on your body is like a layer of mucus, so you can't wipe it clean.

At this time, a black cloud with distinct edges surged from the northwest sky. With its rapid expansion, the sun disappeared immediately. I don't know where the cool wind is blowing, but it has suddenly turned into a blinding wind. Then there was a thunderbolt and deafening thunder, and raindrops as big as copper coins slapped on the ground. The above situation happened almost at the same time. Scared, the girls began to cry, and they didn't wait for the teacher to give orders. Everyone followed the adults who cut wheat, and in the silvery white rain fog composed of storms, they ran to the front with the splash immediately on the ground and the crackling rain whip.

the heavy rain is really fierce! It's like a giant pouring water from the sky with a giant bucket, which makes people breathless: the rain flows down your face, and if you don't open your mouth and breathe, your nose will be almost full of water! It's like the whole person is drowning!

The road ahead was completely out of sight in the storm. And the adults have long since run away. Only we teenagers are left crying and running around in the raging storm. Finally, I found the reference object-on the road back to the village, there were tall poplars planted. If we follow the diamond poplar, we can run back to the village.

there was another burst of thunder, as if it were exploding in the ear. The pale light and the slight tremor of the ground once again scared everyone to cry. After the lightning, it seems that the darkness is getting thicker and the rain is getting heavier. I feel cold and numb when I hit my body.

I feel that after a long walk, I finally saw the familiar doorway in the rain and fog. Into the doorway, the rain can't hit, but the body feels colder.

you can't hide from the rain here, you have to go home quickly! When I got to the alley, a pile of rotten bricks and mud and I don't know how deep the rain was blocking my way. I wiped a handful of rain on my forehead, and the sight in front of me made me wonder: Is it the wrong way? Why is there a black hole in front of you?

It turned out that the east kiln wall and the back wall of this house at the alley mouth collapsed in half. The collapsed bricks and mud blocked the rainwater flowing into the street in each yard. A small L-shaped lake was formed on the street. The water is so deep that we can't cross it!

With the continuous backflow of rain, adults who are sheltering from the rain at home can't sit still-seeing that the rain is about to rise to the threshold, and in the gap under the threshold, the rain like a small snake has begun to flee along the cracks in the bricks.

at first, I thought it was the water outlet in the yard that was blocked. As a result, when I opened the courtyard door, I saw that there was nearly half a person's deep water in the street, which had been blocked to the alley mouth!

Several adults came over with shovels. Excavated the blockage caused by the collapsed cave. The accumulated water, like a sheep with a closed door, turned the waves, rolled the broken bricks and tiles, and rolled forward all the way down the slope.

There was a cry in the doorway of the fort: several children who had not come home from the rain were washed into the manure field outside the doorway by sudden floods one after another. They struggled for a long time, and several boys climbed out of the compost field, and several girls were washed up on the dunghill, surrounded by water, and they could not escape.

When the adults heard the news, they shoveled a gap at the edge of the compost field, and the water roared into the ditch. In a short time, the compost field collapsed into a big hole more than twenty feet wide.

I came home cold and hungry. After drinking some boiled water, I undressed and put it on the stove, so I covered a sheet and went to bed.

about an hour later, I was awakened by people's exclamations. Get up, put on a semi-dry vest and underpants, and run to a crowded place on the street. I heard that the reservoir in the village collapsed! Squeezing into the cliff by the ditch, I saw the muddy flood rolling down the ravine, full of edges and full of edges. A willow tree that one can't hug can only see the treetops trembling in the flood. Then in a flash, I lay in the flood and drifted away. In addition to the horrible sound of water, the air smells like mud.

Within a few days, the brigade informed all households that if there were several people in each household, they would burn a few cakes and hand them over to the team. It is used to support several towns and villages in Pingchuan area of our county-the water there is too deep, and some people don't say it's a cooker, even the roof is flooded ...

August is the rainy season in the north. I remember that it was mid-August 211, and the rain in Qinhuangdao had been heavy all morning. I sold the wholesale vegetables at a low price and returned to my residence near the railway. Lock the tricycle, wash my body, and lie on the kang. I thought it had nothing to do with me no matter how heavy it rained. Soon, the landlord told me that the electric tricycle I put in the yard was flooded. If I don't raise it, I'm afraid I'll soak the motor. So, I was busy for a while under the increasing rain. Soon, the landlord's cry exploded again: no, there is water in the house! My room is higher than the landlord's position. I gloated at first, but of course, I didn't forget to help the landlord: I helped him put rice oil and other things high and checked the power supply. It's been raining for a long time, and according to my usual knowledge, it's time for the rain to stop. Maybe the Dragon King was too sad, and the rain didn't stop at all. I raised the car again, and I was half dead. Seeing that the water in the landlord's house flooded the kang, the water level in my house kept rising. When I take everything to the kang, I can soak my feet by sitting on it. Maybe I don't know enough about the structure of the kang. I put all the heavy objects on the kang. The place is small, so I have no other choice. I am curled up and have a place to live. However, the hard kang on weekdays disappointed me, and I was still intoxicated by its bearing and warmth. Bang, a big hole collapsed in the middle of the kang! Many of my things that can't be flooded have become victims of Kang laughing at me. After this lesson, later, I made an in-depth study of building a kang: in fact, the kang can't look at its appearance, and its interior is empty and scattered; When it is dry, it can bear the load, and when it is wet, it becomes a mudslide!

when I was young, I slept in a shack in a pear garden. It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and the rain leaked from both ends of the shack, so the quilt was wet. There is no place to hide! Shaking and freezing in the middle of the night, thanks to strong firepower, I didn't get sick. I still remember that scene vividly, and I will never forget it! ! !

What impressed me the most was that the heavy rain at the turn of autumn and summer in 1974 continued for five or six days, and the whole countryside became a Wang Yang. I couldn't tell where the river was and where the road was. Crops such as soybeans, sweet potatoes and cotton were all submerged, and tall crops such as corn and sorghum only emerged. The village was originally built in a high area, and half of every household's houses were soaked in water at that time. I clearly remember that my father took our brothers and sisters from the yard to dig soil and grass, corn stalks and straw branches, and built a dam half a person high along the yard, with wooden stakes in it, and wiped it with washbasins, buckets and other tools. The rain kept falling and the water kept scraping, day and night. I saw a sea in Wang Yang, with many floating objects and many sparrows knocked down by heavy rain. The feeling of tension was unprecedented. Although 47 years have passed, I still remember it vividly.

My tears have a special sense of existence in stormy days.

I have lived for more than 2 years and have seen countless stormy days. But I will never forget the heavy rain that happened at Wuhan airport on January 8, 22. It made my tears burst and took my relatives away.

in January 22, I traveled to Thailand with my company. When most cities in China entered the cold winter, Thailand was still scorching in the sun. The air-conditioning in hotel rooms and shopping malls is about 2 degrees. Apart from tourists, those who walk on the street are probably the shops that serve tourists. Although the hot weather makes people physically overloaded, most people are happy-tourists are happy because of traveling, and shops are happy because of making money. I say "most" because there must be someone who is worried, such as me.

our trip to Thailand is fully reimbursed by the company, that is to say, we just need to bring someone to play. However, in those days, I was always inexplicably disappointed, and there was always some helplessness and I was not interested in anything. It wasn't until the day I returned to China on January 8, when I was waiting to check out in the hotel lobby, that I received a phone call from home, and I suddenly understood where this sense of powerlessness and sadness came from. Perhaps this is the psychological induction between my relatives.

"Sister, Grandpa is dying. The doctor asked his family to take him home. We are now packing in the hospital and driving back to our hometown soon. Can you ask for leave now? Grandpa has been calling your name. " My sister said this on the phone.

"I'm still in Thailand, and the earliest flight landed in Hong Kong around 6 pm. Then pass the customs and go to Shenzhen Airport. The earliest flight back to Wuhan that can be caught is 9: 1 pm, landing at 11 o'clock, and then returning to my hometown around 12 o'clock. " I answered her clearly and calmly, and then hung up.

The temperature in Thailand that day was still nearly 4 degrees, and people around me couldn't wait to start with air conditioning on their backs, but my whole body was cold and tears could not stop flowing, making me sad as if I was the only one in the world. On the bus to the airport, my colleagues were sharing this journey happily. Only I kept wiping my eyes with paper towels, without sobbing or crying, only tears kept flowing. The whole person was absent-minded, and the whole waiting process was a person standing in the corner, sitting or squatting, as if I was the only one on this trip to Thailand. So that during the security check, I left my mobile phone in the box, and when my colleague reminded me at the back, I was shocked.

I finally landed in Hong Kong after a four-hour flight. Rejected the company's scheduled bus clearance trip, and I took a private car to get to Shenzhen half an hour earlier so as to catch the 9: 1 flight home. The whole trip is in a hurry, every paragraph is in a hurry, and every paragraph has tears that I can't stop.

From Bangkok to Hong Kong, to Shenzhen, it's a summer day and high temperature, landing in Wuhan, and the next winter, the rainstorm is wrapped in low temperature, as if laughing at the liquid flowing out of my small eyes-look, I'm breaking the bank!

it's an hour's drive from Wuhan airport to my hometown, and my father will pick me up. In the car, neither of us spoke. I dare not ask, worrying is a bad result. He doesn't want to say that he hasn't rested and is very tired all day from 3 am to now. When I got home, I saw the coffin in the living room, as well as my mother, aunt, menstruation and other relatives. I guessed the result, and my tears stopped at that moment, and I kept my grandfather quietly all night.

I didn't cry until I sent my grandfather to the grave on the third day, and I kept comforting my grandmother to make her well. Like a real adult, entertain the guests who come to mourn. After all the dust settled, I lay in the bed where my grandfather slept before his death and cried again. At every family gathering since then, I always think of my grandfather's smile and laughter.

My grandfather is a very fond of laughing, and he has never lost his temper with us. When I was in primary school and junior high school, my grandmother would get up early to cook and braid my hair, and my grandfather would take me to and from school, rain or shine. My grandparents are very kind people and have a harmonious relationship with their neighbors. I hope my grandparents will have good results.

I just finished writing this passage, and I cried again. My tears, whether in a rainstorm or not, are so existential.

there was a heavy rain in the summer of my third year. The heavy rain triggered landslides and washed away the newly-built houses of neighbors. The neighbor's hostess watched the house being washed away, but there was nothing she could do. The crying and despair that grabbed the sky left an unforgettable memory for me.

There's another thing I experienced personally about this torrential rain, and now I can't help laughing when I think about it.

There is a river in front of my house, which is called "Jiuwan River". The heavy rain caused the river to swell, which was a good time for fishing. I took out my push net and fished in a backwater bay, and caught some loach, eel, crucian carp and crab. At this time, I saw my classmates and two brothers fishing with nets not far upstream. Classmate second brother accidentally slipped in the river, and when he got up, a sandal on his right foot was washed away by the river. A sandal is not worth much, just wash it away, and the three of them went home happily with a lot of fish.

as soon as they left, I got a crab and a sandal online. When I saw the sandal, I immediately realized that it was the one that my classmate's second brother had been washed away, so I picked it up and sent it to his home. My classmate's house is not far from the river. When I walked to his house, I found that their family was having lunch. I didn't want them to keep it for dinner, so I quietly threw my sandals into the kitchen outside. The sandal fell in front of the firewood stove, with its sole facing upwards.

The next day after school, I went home with my classmates. When I walked near his house, I heard his family's gongs and drums, which was obviously asking the mage to do something. I felt particularly strange and asked my classmates: Your family is fine. What are you doing?

The classmate replied: Forget it, my house is haunted!

I'm surprised: What the hell?

The classmate said: Yesterday, my second brother's sandals were clearly washed away by the river, but he came back inexplicably. He couldn't figure out what to think about, which scared our family enough. My parents quickly asked the wizard about his bad luck. The wizard said it was a bad omen, and he had to pray for blessings to ward off ghosts and evil spirits.

I laughed when I heard it: I picked up the sandals and sent them.

students don't believe it: how is this possible?

so I told my classmates the process of picking up and delivering shoes. Finally, I stressed: I left the shoes in front of the firewood stove in the kitchen, and the soles were facing the sky.

As soon as the students heard this, they immediately colored and chased me, cursing while chasing: The soles of your shoes are facing your head. So you are the evil ghost. You should have told us, which made the whole family scared, and spent more than 1, yuan to ask the Taoist priest to fight evil spirits, which is to drive away the evil ghost!

this incident has given me a revelation: there are no ghosts in the world. If you do more ghost things, there will be ghosts!

during the flood in 1998, I went to the hot springs, and from the Yellow Crane Tower, I took an umbrella, some cash and a simple backpack with knives, cigarettes, snacks and ropes. My destination is hot spring, and the expected route is along the railway.

Many people remember the great flood that year. The great flood in 1998 mainly occurred in the Yangtze River basin, Nenjiang River basin and Songhua River basin, which was another basin-wide flood after 1931 and 1954. This flood caused an area of 318 million mu, with 223 million people affected, 4,15 people killed and more than 6 million houses collapsed ... < p