Text/Wang Yunxiang
After the company held a meeting, it was arranged to prevent rain and wind, and it was said that the typhoon was coming, and the National Day was restless. On the night of knowing the news, a phone call from Guoqing came to Xiamen, and no one answered. National Day is like ants on a hot pot, overwhelmed. It was almost 12 o'clock in the evening, and my son called: "Dad, are you going to give money?" Playing money is a small matter, our unit has just finished a meeting, the typhoon is coming, don't run around. GuoQing hurriedly instructed.
"It's okay, as long as you have money, you are not afraid of typhoons." The son always thinks about money. "You better pay attention, this time it's wind and rain again." National Day is like a woman. "Don't nag without money, it's really boring." The son was impatient.
Guoqing was stunned, just wanted to call his son again for advice, the phone rang, it was his old father in the countryside: "How has your boy been busy, played a dozen times and finally got through to you, the TV said that the typhoon here is where the rainstorm, how are you there?" If not, go back to your hometown to hide, or your hometown is safe. "Well, just take care of yourself." "National Day is not happy.
"Are you still impatient?" This donkey temper has been around since childhood! Aren't you afraid you won't take care of yourself..." The old mother took the call. "Your mother is not at ease, she has not been able to sleep..." Father answered the phone again. Do you have an end? I haven't finished explaining to your grandson yet..." Guoqing raised his voice. "You're a dad, you can't do this well!" The old mother answered the phone again. "Hurry up and call your grandson." Mother confessed. "Is my hometown okay?" Guoqing asked. "The streets are full of water." Father was careless.
"It's raining heavily in my hometown?" National Day froze.
"Don't say it, don't say it, we're all old bones, call the kids." On the phone were the urgent voices of parents.
The next day, the morning news was broadcasting, and the flood that had not been encountered in a hundred years occurred in the place where the hometown was. Cars are flooded, villages are flooded, anti-flood teams set off on the road ...
National Day is stupid, what happened to the parents in the hometown now? He suddenly felt some sourness in his eyes...
About the Author
Wang Yunxiang, senior researcher of the National Primary and Secondary School Composition Research Center, practical expert of composition in the middle and high school entrance examinations, has focused on the teaching and research of composition in primary and secondary schools for 26 years, a special consultant of peninsula small writers and peninsula student journalists, a contracted writer of Ningguta Magazine, a contracted writer of Yanjing Culture, a hundred essay masters, a special lecturer of October Juvenile Literature, and the director of the organizing committee of the sixth "Little Writers Cup" Qingdao Division, and has published more than 400,000 words in newspapers and periodicals. Twelve essays, including "Mother's Batter", have been selected as reading comprehension tests by many schools.