Feel the typhoon prose

In our daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of prose, right? The purpose of prose is to write beautifully and to write fluently. "The shape is scattered but the spirit is not scattered." In order to help you better understand the prose, the following is my feeling typhoon prose for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Feel the typhoon prose 1 In a typhoon season, I went to Putuo Mountain. Starting from Ningbo, I rode the wind and waves all the way and bumped for forty minutes before I saw Putuo Island.

This is really a beautiful fairy island, with yellow sandstone, green trees and blue-gray ocean. The sea breeze is blowing, and there is a salty smell of fish. Looking around, there is no land, only sea and the sky is the same color. It seems that people are standing in space and can't tell whether the sky is above or below. Occasionally they see a black spot on the horizon getting bigger and bigger, and finally they have the outline of the ship, and they are still at their feet.

At the foot is Buddhist soil, and there are temples for Buddha. On a grand scale, the road to the Buddhist temple is always long and wide, gentle and mysterious. There are many people, most of whom can only see the back of their heads. Most of them speak Cantonese and don't understand a word of nonsense, but they can see the difference between overseas and mainland people, always with different levels of civilization. They burn a lot of incense, burning all over the ground, offering sacrifices to Sakyamuni, and more importantly, Guanyin. They all came to pray for a prosperous business. I don't know if this has anything to do with it, but this religious belief has existed since ancient times and can last forever. It is a kind of power in itself, an attractive and incredible power. No one will refute it and offend the Buddha, so there is a golden mean concept of "believe, believe, don't believe, have nothing". However, whether you believe it or not, Putuo's incense is always the same year after year, and it is worthy of the name of "Four Great Buddhas in China".

In fact, if you think about it carefully, what is the difference between believing and not believing? Do you believe that you will succeed in your life, but don't believe that you will have a rough life? Accidents will happen. For better or worse, no one can escape. The real difference between faith and unbelief lies in spiritual sustenance. If you believe, you will have sustenance. With sustenance, there is hope, and with hope, there is a kind of motivation. This kind of motivation can help you overcome difficulties, break through pressure and tide over difficulties. After all, you overcame hardships and gained a bright future, but you entrusted it to the Buddha.

It was getting late, so I went to the seaside. In the gloomy sky, the waves come in slowly and the sound of the waves falling on the rocks. The noise was particularly loud, and the foggy sea water spewed out from the cracks. People can't hear anything but the sound of the sea, so they can only appreciate the charm of the sea with their hearts. Suddenly, my friend on the shore was screaming, but I could clearly see her frightened expression, but I couldn't hear her clearly. I was thinking. As soon as I turned around, the reef road with a width of more than ten meters disappeared, leaving only a narrow road with less than one meter still passing through the sea. I hurried back in a panic, my shoes were wet and my trouser legs were wet. When I ran to the shore, I lost my way as soon as I turned around, and even the rocks listening to the sea became big black spots. Oh, my God! The sea is high! Imagine if I were a few minutes slow, where would I be? I really appreciate my friends' concern. I think the other side of this beautiful and charming sea is terrible. I looked at the sea falling into the night, watching the roar of the sea, and I was really a little scared.

I left Putuo the next afternoon and sent someone to buy a boat ticket. The speedboats have stopped, saying that there is a typhoon and only one big boat can be driven. I finally got a ticket to Shanghai and left Putuo Island at 4 pm. When boarding the ship, the pontoon bridge at the foot shook badly, and the collision between pontoons made people feel uneasy. The ship anchored and set sail on time, and a flute made people reluctant to go. Watching Putuo fade away, I always feel unhappy.

The ship jolted badly at sea and jolted along. People can't walk straight in the cabin, so they have to grab something by the wallboard and run in, find the shipping space, put away their luggage, and then go to the deck to see the sea. At the moment, the sea is gray and there are clouds in the sky. There is a thick fog that permeates the chaos of the sea and sky, and only the waves under the ship Xuan violently hit the thunderbolt.

Suddenly, I felt the ship stop, and then I heard the sound of breaking down with a crash. Soon, there was a broadcast on the ship, saying that because of the heavy wind and waves, Shanghai Port signaled to stop the ship and told the clinic what number it was in the cabin, and those who were seasick could get medicine for free.

With this signal, the moored ship became a huge cradle, and hundreds of people were put into this shaking iron shell to endure the pain of seasickness. After five minutes, ten minutes and half an hour, the number of people standing on the deck was almost reduced by half, and there was a long queue in the bathroom. Some people vomit, some people pull, some people cover their mouths, some people cover their stomachs, and some people simply climb to the side of the boat and spit in the sea. After taking seasickness medicine, people still want to vomit and pull, and they can't stand up at all, so they climb onto the shelf bed and hum, with a painful expression on their faces, as if they were seriously ill. The ship stopped for more than two hours and half of them were lying in bed. The sea was dark and the sound of the waves became louder and louder. Suddenly, the ship started again and began to ride the wind and waves into the night.

The ship tossed in the waves all night, which was the most unforgettable night in my life. I think of life, I think of death, and I think of the tragedy when the disaster film Titanic sank. My brain is completely scared and extremely nervous. I looked at the round window by the bed and listened to the sound of waves hitting the hull and the creaking of the hull steel plates. I'm really worried that at that moment, those spliced steel plates could no longer bear the huge impact of the waves and fell apart, so China's "Titanic" happened here.

At this time, I had to support my limbs helplessly, and kept leaning, leaning and leaning against the boat. Looking at the female companions on the shelf bed, they all tilted to the head of the bed. It seems that the ship leans to its head for a while, then slowly leans back and leans again. It felt that it would turn over if it tilted down again, and then it tilted over again. Every moment, people are tortured and worried in this fear, thinking of being buried in the sea, thinking of the dark bottom of the sea, thinking of suffocation before being suffocated by seawater, desperate struggle, and trembling when frozen by cold seawater. After a high degree of mental tension, people suddenly lose consciousness and are delirious.

A nightmare woke me up again, and I felt the waves splashing on my face from the round window. I am busy wiping my face, but my face is clean. As soon as I open my eyes, my brain wakes up immediately, and I have a particularly abnormal feeling: very calm, surprisingly quiet. I don't understand what happened. The wind is gone. Where did the waves go? I sat up with a grunt, and there was almost no one in the cabin. I ran to the deck in one breath and couldn't believe my eyes.

It's beautiful. What lies before us is a golden sea. The sea is so calm that it makes people feel heartbroken and reaches the horizon as far as the eye can see. There is a thin gold thread on the horizon with golden ripples. There are clouds floating in Phnom Penh on the horizon. The sun slowly revealed its face, and thousands of golden lights sprinkled on the sea. Where there are waves splashing, there are some boats sailing on the open sea, and white seagulls accompany them. I feel like dreaming, enjoying this pair of classical and beautiful oil paintings in my dream. I can't believe that a few hours ago, it was a stormy, dark and terrible sea. When I woke up from my dream, it was like entering a peaceful paradise. I will never forget these scenes.

When I stood on the dock in Shanghai and looked back at the unforgettable ship, I noticed that it was a very new and beautiful ship. At the same time, I saw a group of crew members coming down from the mysterious ladder. The captain must be the man walking in front. He has a pair of wise eyes on his bronzed face and a firm expression on his brow. He walked out of the storm and saw his firm and powerful bearing. I spent that night. I don't know what kind of feeling it is, or is it relaxation after being scared? Or the joy after the disaster? Should I be grateful for this ship? Or should I thank this typhoon for my experience?

I think, after this storm, my inner weakness will definitely change, and it will change in a strong, powerful and fearless direction. I also think of a philosopher's word from the poet Gu Cheng: All trees blown by the wind are like gods. It seems that I should thank this typhoon for giving me a life experience!

Feel the typhoon essay 2 Kai Tak is coming, roaring and raging outside the window. I was woken up by the sound of his canopy turning. There should be no Kai Tak in memory, only Shana who is not gentle in memory. Shana has been gone for almost a year, hasn't she? Oh, now I think of him, those fleeting times, and the figure of you flying back. That night I happened to be choosing the most expensive and beautiful music mobile phone in my life. The moment I received your call, the world seemed to stop at that moment. Tears moistened my eyes, and there was really only one good time and good memory. A beautiful encounter, but as ethereal as in the clouds! The flowers in the mountains are still red, and they have not faded in summer. It's just hard to find your handsome figure again. I know, in fact, when I see you again, you are as spotless and flawless as ever. However, can we meet again?

I don't know if there is a typhoon blowing in your city at the moment. In this era of developed communication, I haven't sent you an inexhaustible free message every month! I don't want to touch the heartstring that I miss you in my heart! If I should play, I should play when we first met. However, youth has only dull tunes! In fact, I also know that every night, you often sit in front of the computer and play your games. We are not even friends in the virtual world! Five encounters a century ago were eroded by years without a trace. I often think of you at a certain moment, the expression on your face when you say every word, and those memories are also filling my heart at the moment. However, there is no melody from the lyre in my memory.

I've always wondered, are you young enough to read these notes and like singing? Handsome and sunny, you should have this talent! I only know that my favorite song is finally finished. As soon as the wind came back, my heart calmed down. Oh, I can't read this staff! Outside the window, the typhoon is crazier and more violent. Those songs shouldn't be sung on a typhoon day, and I shouldn't miss you on such a day. It's stormy outside the window, and youth is gone, let alone a typhoon!

Feel the typhoon essay 3 This summer's typhoon is really difficult, some can't wait, some are confused, and some are inexplicable.

Obviously, it is predicted that the typhoon will land from Ledong, Hainan to Lingshui. Why choose Sanya?

Islanders who have lived in Hainan for a long time may have experienced many typhoons, so many people regard typhoons as a common thing. They have long been used to this large-scale weather forecast and typhoon emergency warning, and there is no special feeling whether they will come or not. Since Sanya citizens had the towering Guanyin in the South China Sea near Nanshan, there was no typhoon for several years. Many people were convinced that there would be no typhoon in Sanya, and they had long been used to the fact that typhoons would come to Sanya and eventually would not land in Sanya.

This time, as usual, people only heard that the typhoon was coming, but they could not imagine that the typhoon was so fierce. Until this afternoon, the wind was not strong and the rain was thin. Under the gray-blue sky, the sea became deep and melancholy, and the weather still showed no special signs. Later, some experts said that it always seemed calm before the typhoon came or returned to the south. Outside the typhoon spiral rain belt, it seems calm and endless, or the moon is sparse. Now it is calm and imminent before the typhoon broke out.

2010 July 16 19: 50, this typhoon named "Kang Sen" marched in the Pacific Ocean for a long time at a fast and steady pace, hitting Sanya directly! Landing in Yalong Bay, Sanya, the maximum wind speed in the center is 12 (35 m/s), while Liudaoling, with an altitude of 4 19.3 m, has a maximum wind speed of 5 1.8 m/s, which is equivalent to 16 wind, and its power exceeds many people's expectations. At night, the storm roared, the strong wind roared noisily and at a loss, whirring in people's ears, and the rain boiled like seawater and washed away like an avalanche, which made people feel worried. According to the figures provided by Sanya Sanfang Office, the affected population was 65.438+0.2 million, the direct economic loss was 65.438+0.2 billion yuan, the affected area of crops was 6,700 hectares, the collapsed houses were about 65.438+0.00, and the direct economic loss of water conservancy facilities was about 30 million yuan. The streets of the city are full of broken branches and leaves, and many big trees have been uprooted and fallen to the ground, which is a mess.

I don't mean to exaggerate the tyranny of typhoons. Because of my work, I have participated in many cadre meetings held by the municipal party Committee and municipal government, of which two were the most impressive. One is a commendation meeting to deal with landslide accidents, and the other is an accountability meeting to rectify urban chaos, especially the latter. The accountability cases announced on the spot, as well as the profound reflection and earnest hope of city leaders, all hit the hearts of cadres at all levels. When the city is less accustomed to thinking and complacent, and more innovative and self-motivated, when it really wakes up, it will be promising. In fact, the municipal party committee and the municipal government have made special arrangements in advance, mobilized the whole city, actively responded, and adopted a series of preventive measures to fight this typhoon. The second day after the disaster was Saturday, and all units in Sanya actively responded to the call of the municipal party committee and government to fight against disasters and save themselves. Early in the morning, the electric power department sent a repair team to carry out emergency repairs on related power lines, and timely handled incidents such as the lodging of high-voltage lines and the collapse of telephone poles to ensure power supply; The garden sanitation department cleans up the collapsed trees to ensure the smooth road surface; The comprehensive law enforcement department sent a number of working groups to remove falling obstacles such as collapsed billboards and eliminate potential safety hazards; The housing and construction department organized personnel to clear the accumulated water on the road surface and eliminate the waterlogging in the city ... All parties quickly took action to restore the normal order in urban and rural areas. After the typhoon, everything returned to normal. But this typhoon is a baptism and evolution for Sanya, the city where we live!

In the growing storm, I saw police cars whizzing past to evacuate the critical crowd. Urban management and garden workers are urgently mobilizing, strengthening and protecting precious newly planted trees to withstand the wind and rain. ...

A typhoon blew down many Indian rosewood and some unknown tree species, and even strong billboards fell helplessly in the hurricane. There is also the seemingly weak buttonwood tree on Fenghuang Road. I was shocked by its strength! After the storm, it stood resolutely, next to an indestructible coconut tree, called Hainan Island Tree! This is a miracle. Indus flowers bloom in April and May. At this time, although it is out of season, it still blooms generously, and the crimson is still so eye-catching in the patches of green, which gives the city a little vitality in this typhoon season. Indus seems to be an ordinary life, seemingly silent and calm, burning with red life. What kind of personality and feelings this is!

I thought of the combination of storm and city spirit. Human strength may seem small and helpless in the face of nature, but human spirit can reflect extraordinary energy and strength. In the face of natural disasters, when everything becomes a reality and the dust settles, what is irreparable is the loss, but what is won back is the respect for life, which is the precious spirit for Sanya people to work together and fight for it. Indeed, this storm this summer is the biggest typhoon in Sanya in recent years, which not only brought losses to Sanya, but also brought unexpected gains. Kang Sen was followed by Candu, and then Dandelion. Because of the last experience, Sanya is more calm and confident. Thanks to the "care" and "gift" of nature, this summer, because of the rainy weather, the heat is no longer unbearable and the air is fresher. Because of the increase of precipitation, the drought has been alleviated, and the water storage of large reservoirs in the city has increased dramatically. Sweep away the yin and heat, remove the filth, wash the surrounding environment and air very fresh and cool, and make our living environment more beautiful and charming. Especially those professional workers who are engaged in the rescue work against "Kang Sen" in the front line, their enthusiasm and coming forward, their indifference and calm persistence are admirable and admirable.

So that the thought of the coolness of summer makes my heart a little moist. Just like the phoenix tree has its own value and significance, we are just ordinary people, just want to live a good life, just today, at this moment.

When the thunder sounded, the typhoon was very close.

After entering August, thunderstorms are often intertwined with typhoons, making the climate so changeable that it seems unreasonable. The heat wave is sweeping, the high temperature and high pressure are pressing, the drought and flood are impermanent, and it is not the right time to go south and north. Even day and night seem to have no obvious boundaries and signs!

The persistence of sultry heat has ruthlessly squeezed the content of people's lives, so many people have given up a well-behaved life, changed from the original calm and leisurely to passive indulgence, and some dreams related to water or coolness have been mentioned again, which soon became new favorites.

For a time, people were no longer afraid of the sea and typhoons. Although I heard that a typhoon was coming, the beach was still crowded with people and the clothes were not bright. However, when hot air and heat waves blow into the forest and city sky, they stay at the forefront without hesitation, as if fish gather in the bay, eager to become the scenery of others.

Wind, waves and screams are released in a concentrated way. They are noisy, chaotic and crazy, and they are everywhere. They can also make beaches and bays into disturbing exhibition halls, making people feel that things in the world can never be seen clearly.

At this time, the clean and quiet beach in the past suddenly opened the door and was no longer controlled by anyone. It quickly swallowed up all the crowds and traffic coming from all directions, and built a confusing time and space in the most incredible way. Here, people wear beach pants or swimsuits, sunglasses and sun hats, and compete for waterfront territory unscrupulously. Everyone does not hesitate to dress up as the owner of this territory. They don't care about the typhoon coming, and they don't want to believe the devastating information. It seems that once you leave, you will fall into a scam carefully designed by others and become a topic of ridicule by others.

However, the yellow signal ball of typhoon has risen, and even the murderous look from the depths of the ocean is smelled in the air. The waves in the distance began to follow the dense rain, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and the sediment at the foot seemed to be peeling off. The shouts of scenic spot managers are becoming more and more hysterical. However, no one evacuated from shallow waters and beaches. On the contrary, because the storm seems to activate their courage, they gather more and more, without any worries, as if they have been completely addicted to it. In addition to screaming and shouting, all that remains is their open bodies and the comfort after barking.

In sharp contrast, it is the port. There, ships are organized into teams of ants, which are fixed together with ropes, mainly to avoid big waves and strong winds or drift from one place to another. They are wrapped in sticky steam and seem to have smelled the news of death. The waves in the distance seem to have just been dispatched, bringing up thousands of tides, and soon the sea surface is sealed without gaps.

The clouds are getting lower and lower, and the port seems to be suffocating. A flock of seagulls came and went in a hurry, screaming, and their feelings foresaw strangeness, so they were in a hurry. Even the originally empty anchorage has become extremely crowded at this time, and even some traces left by water are filled with garbage floating from nowhere, leaving no room for any activity.

Soon, the wind became more and more urgent and the waves became sharper and sharper. The beach rolled up, and the collision between the dock and the ship came and went. Huge waves, such as ridges, hold the momentum of Mount Tai, which is deafening and frightening.

Until this moment, people became nervous and began to flee. Those who thought they could walk around are no longer reserved. They throw away everything on their faces and return to being ants on the beach.

Next, a horror drama began to be staged at the seaside. Images of panic and being defeated and fleeing can be seen everywhere, and images of being in fear all the time are shocking. All creatures who think they are powerful dare not claim to be calm any more.

This is August, and people and typhoon * * * put on a play together. The season in the play is punctual, and people's weather forecast is timely, but the murderous look brought by extreme weather is underestimated. In the beautiful and prosperous world of images, there are many secrets that ordinary people can't reveal. Whether the sultry weather is necessarily related to the wind on the other side of the ocean or not, their destructive power is completely beyond doubt. All kinds of thrillers in people's pupils finally confirmed the gorgeous vows and could not resist the impact of the storm.

Fortunately, this wave of typhoons soon got rid of their intentions, and their tracks, like flowers, gradually faded into residual red. Far away from the mountains and near the water, those solemn ancient customs have become another favor of heaven after falling, revealing an unforgettable mystery.

The waves left the front line and the footprints on the beach began to be clear.

It seems that the horn starts to sound at night. At that time, the sea tried to turn back at the end of the day, and the wind began to quietly cross the intersections. The tenderness of the night seems worth waiting for every star.

Feel the typhoon prose 5 Medem; Running all the way, blow-dried and rotten, swept from the southeast coast.

Yesterday morning, waves of heavy rain swept the earth with strong winds, making a low roar, as if to devour the whole world. The sky is gloomy, and the whole world is covered with dark clouds, which are very thick. Yesterday was a sunny and hot summer day, but today it has become another world, with dim and weak light, as if the earth were lifeless.

In the small fishing village by the sea, fishermen gather all the fishing boats together and connect them firmly with cables. The typhoon pushed the waves to the shore layer by layer, splashing waves and being torn to powder by strong winds. The big trees in the field also bent his trunk and the crown was blown in one direction. In the meantime, the broken branches and leaves went with the wind and disappeared. He is also in places where those who have been eliminated cannot survive and should be abandoned.

I braved the heavy rain and strong wind to go to the seaside. My umbrella doesn't work. My clothes were stuck to me by the rain. I wiped the rain off my face over and over again. I want to see the sea and see what the sea in Medham is like.

There was no one on the road, and even the chickens and ducks on the farm went back to their nests. The lovely seabirds and white herons that are often seen at the seaside are hidden, and the poor dogs hide in the shelter and look at this terrible world with frightened eyes. I came to the seawall levee near the sea. The wind is coming from the sea, which is worth the high tide. Rows of waves roared and threw the dirty sea water to the shore, and then continued to come up, consuming its huge energy. The wind is blowing so hard that I can hardly open my eyes. The wind and rain beat against my body and my clothes dripped with water. When waves rise, strong winds blow them farther into the air, turning them into foam and rain fog. I watched, I leaned down and hid under the levee to feel, listening to the pace of the sea and Medem, and feeling the power of nature. The roar of the sea, the roar of the typhoon, and Lin Tao on the nearby mountain form a powerful natural typhoon rhapsody, a high-spirited rhapsody. Like another; Natural; Heroic symphony; Feeling so vigorous and harmonious, so high-spirited and shocking.

The night with typhoon came earlier than usual, and the clouds were thickening and running fast, as if they were heading for a new date. The clouds above are moving very slowly, and the clouds below are constantly changing various patterns. The vegetation on the vilen bends in one direction, making all kinds of reluctant sounds. From time to time, things like branches and leaves are blown away by strong winds, which seems to be the coming of the end of the world. Everything was submerged by the violent typhoon.

As night falls, the room is not calm. The wind kept blowing in through the cracks in the window, making all kinds of strange noises. As the size of the gap changes the level and length of the sound, like a brotherhood of the wolf, the window vibrates strongly from time to time, and the door makes a noise from time to time. Listening to the wind whistling outside, something is broken and torn from time to time.

The typhoon continued, so I gradually fell asleep on a restless typhoon night, and the wind was still raging in my dream …

Feel the typhoon essay 6 "Abe" crossing the border, and the low pressure is suitable for low pressure. The wind is surging, and it is rare to be cool. I stayed in the shop, playing music, quietly watching the outside, the wind was blowing the leaves, the rain was pouring down, and the traffic outside the window was busy and people were coming and going. When it rains, I always think of the Sahara desert in Sanmaokou and the love between her and Jose. The beautiful feelings of not losing yourself are probably what Sanmao and Jose look like.

Today, my best friend told me that he had returned to Shenzhen. I understand that their relationship is over. Listening to her talk about their journey from south to north, I deeply realized that cutting is still messy. What you like is always the best, and what you don't like is not worthy of your eyes. Finally, I can only comfort her. He may be fine, but you met at the wrong time. Someone has been crazy about you for three years; Some people silently treat you well for two years; Someone takes care of you for a year; There are people who like you but never say anything.

But no matter how moved and happy you are, you are not together. But, inexplicably, a person met for a month, met twice and said a few words, and then you decided to be together. Some people say that this is fate, but I think that the first time a person appears in front of you, it is already doomed. So, that's it. Everything is the best arrangement. I have always felt that there are many farewell ceremonies in this world, such as drinking a large glass of wine, traveling alone, or crying at the station. I really envy her for saying goodbye seriously every time, whether it's youth or feelings. In fact, the farewell of life is mostly silent, and it took me many years to realize that the meeting that day was actually the last time. Since then, there has been no reunion, even if it is not separated by mountains and rivers. So the beauty between me and some people can only be secretly missed in the end. It suddenly occurred to me that I left unexpectedly, which was a little sudden and unacceptable. Finally, I used a sentence: Have a safe trip. End all our stories. From then on, Qian Shan will never meet again.

For a long time after that, I kept thinking about our first meeting. Many stories begin with unexpected encounters, and we are no exception. If we hadn't added friends, there wouldn't be so many stories. If one day I delete you, you may not even know, because I don't seem to be that important in your world.

On a sunny day, I listened to Mao's "A Love Letter" again and again, and suddenly figured out the sentence "This endless affair is only because the world will leave sooner or later". At the beginning of the story, he is just a passer-by in my ideal sky, and a passer-by is also a kind of life. At the end of the story, he became a dream I didn't want to talk about again, and finally let it go, rain or shine.

The rain was a blur, and the sound of the rain stung the eardrum ... The rain stopped, but life went on. You should learn to find your own way of life in the shortest time, start over, resurrect with blood, and cross the border by typhoon. The future is expected.