Keep a diary when the typhoon comes.

Keep a diary when the typhoon comes. Every summer is the peak of typhoon, which not only brings heavy rainfall, but also thunderstorms. The strong wind it brings is so destructive that people who blow it can't stand. I collected a diary about typhoons for everyone to see.

The typhoon is coming, keep a diary 1.

First, a typhoon is coming.

The weather is not good these days, and it will be windy, rainy and typhoon after the summer vacation. Is this deliberately aimed at us? It makes us stay at home almost every day, really. It is said that the name of this typhoon is "Chanhong" and the wind seems to be 16 (I'm not particularly sure)! Enough to blow down this tree. You can't play outside just after the summer vacation. It's so sad. This typhoon, which roared endlessly all night, made people think it was a wolf howl, which was terrible.

This makes us feel uneasy. It seems that the house will be blown down at any moment and the water will overflow. No, my hometown is like this, but my home is fine, but fine. This is a false alarm. Typhoon, come on, come on.

Second, the typhoon is coming.

This afternoon, when I was doing my homework at home, suddenly, a strong wind blew. I saw the dark clouds in the sky covering the sun. Soon, it began to rain. At first it rained sparsely, dripping from east to west. I went to the balcony to have a look. Many pedestrians in the street run in a hurry. At night, the sky slowly turns black. In the blink of an eye, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder. Lightning and thunder formed a band to perform the latest rock music for everyone. With a burst of thunder, the power went out. The sky tube is in darkness, and the only light is the instantaneous light brought by candles and lightning.

I don't know how long the gale has been blowing, but it suddenly stopped. After a gust of wind, the wind roared and the leaves rustled. The rain "crackled" underground and landed on the window, making the sound of "Ding Dong Ding Dong". Thunder "rumbles", wind "whirs", leaves "rustling" and rain "ding-dong" combine together like a tune. I listened to the music and thought, Wow! It's really nice, really like a wonderful symphony of rainstorm! Suddenly a rainstorm came. A lot of rain fell on the ground and made a noise. The rain has become denser and more urgent. Looking out of the window, I saw raindrops falling rapidly from the air like strings of beads.

After a while, there was water everywhere, there were potholes everywhere, and there was no place that was not covered by water.

Tonight, I read the newspaper my father brought back. The newspaper said that it would probably rain again in the future. Well, I really don't know whether to be happy or worried.

When the typhoon comes, there are always some disasters that occupy all my thoughts before it comes. As if I could see the doomsday scene tomorrow, I subconsciously retreated to the wall and closed my eyes timidly.

The wind is really blowing hard, and you can vaguely hear the sound of the open window. I curled up in bed and looked at the text messages received by my mobile phone. Needless to say, it is all kinds of early warning information sent by relevant departments-typhoon "fireworks" is passing through our city, so I need to be careful.

My mother and colleagues are working the night shift tonight, and they want to transfer people from the village. The fact that I am alone in the old yard makes me flustered. Turn the sound of the TV set to the lowest level. I watched the mouths of the characters in the TV series open and close silently, hugging the soft quilt hard, but I still couldn't help thinking.

What if, as the news reported, "Jinshan was flooded overnight"? What is even more frightening is that there will be more than ten winds coming. If the Metasequoia glyptostroboides in front of the house is blown down ... I can't help shivering and holding the quilt tighter and tighter like an enemy. This seems to be the only way to bring me a sense of scarcity and security.

Looking out of the window, you can see Metasequoia glyptostroboides bent by the wind in the yard under the light of the corridor. Then suddenly I heard a bang, and my eyes were dark.

Dark colors always breed more fear and panic. I pulled myself together, got out of bed trembling and groped for the cupboard by the window. The fingertips just touched the texture of the candle in the drawer, and suddenly there was a heavy beating sound in my ear. I threw down the candle like electricity, regardless of any stumbling, climbed back to bed with my hands and feet, for fear that the Metasequoia glyptostroboides behind my house would really be blown down by the wind, and then fell asleep in fear and darkness.

Until dawn the next day, I opened the curtains. It's still raining outside, but it's not as messy as I thought. Only one Metasequoia fell on the windowsill, and the knock I heard yesterday must have been that it hit the old glass window.

Typhoons are not terrible, what is terrible is always just inner thoughts.

On the night of August 3, an "uninvited guest" came to our big Yueqing with lightning speed, disturbing the dreams of the people in the city. This is the fourth typhoon Hagupit this year.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a noisy wind. So it was really Hagupit. It plays in the air, whistling harshly, and beating the window glass with heavy rain. Raindrops knocked down branches, branches were abruptly blown down by the wind, and young trees shook wildly in the changing airflow. After seeing the situation outside the window, I looked at my home and found that the ceiling and windows were leaking. My mother is too busy. She seems to have stayed up all night, and has been busy twisting towels soaked in rain. My mother saw me and immediately said to me, "honey, the ceiling is leaking because of the typhoon." Please help my mother clean up, too. " I nodded and immediately helped my mother and her take turns twisting towels to wipe the rain, so we resisted Taiwan until dawn.

After the typhoon, the Wang Yang sea was stored outside, houses and cars were flooded, and the streets even became swimming pools, and half the people could not be in them. I even heard someone say that when the typhoon blew, the waterfalls in Yandang Mountain were blown all over the sky, forming a miraculous landscape.

After this typhoon, I realized that although man is a great creature, he is a part of nature after all. In the face of natural disasters, we are still so helpless and insignificant.