Yang Hongguo's prose: The water rises and the lotus flower is high

Entering Futian, the heat wave fills all the space tightly. The interior is cool and pleasant, the outdoor is as hot as fire, and the space has been different from mud under the control of industrial civilization. The wind is hot and hot, and the clouds are open and clear. The clouds are like white cotton blooming to the fullest, changing shapes in the blue sky of the tile blue in an orderly manner, entertaining themselves and enjoying themselves.

Plants thrive in hot weather, animals boost immunity in scorching heat, and everything is in harmony and nature. Youyun: A child's face, a summer day, changes when you say it. When the sky is angry, it will be shocked by the wind, and the dark clouds will roll. The wind and clouds are like wild beasts released from the bar, redoubling the restlessness and anxiety, which gradually evolve into hedging and collision, causing nature to lose control of emotions.

The contagion of bad emotions spreads, it directly tears the sky, the rain pours like an infusion, splitting the head and covering the face and pouring everything. The wind and rain merge and merge between heaven and earth, and the speed and acceleration of movement combine into a powerful destructive force, pouring out all the negative emotions of nature.

The emotional storm is willful, completely oblivious to the horror, wailing and struggle of all living beings. The fast-flowing storm and rain are unrelenting, and they lose their temper all night. Dense columns of fine water fall from the sky, weaving into boundless three-dimensional waterfalls, rushing to the earth from mountains and seas, aiming at the earth and ten thousand arrows at the same time, aiming at all things turbulent and washing.

The rain slammed down on the earth, making a loud noise. The noise echoed through the heavens and the earth, and it struck my heart in a chaotic and rapid manner, and my heart seemed to be tightly grasped and pulled by countless hands.

From time to time, the mobile phone beeps and the rapid text message prompt sound is delivering the weather forecast in real time. Blue warning, yellow warning, orange warning, and red warning for heavy rain are presented in turn. This is a battle letter issued to the flame blue people, and the atmosphere of the battle is getting stronger and stronger. If the wind and rain brakes fail, it must be tracked and locked throughout the process, and the danger level signals must be quickly analyzed and processed. All combat programs are ready to be dispatched at any time to respond to emergency situations.

The water on the flat ground rises rapidly, and the grass and trees are swaying. The wind and rain burst out with the primordial power of the landslide, hugging the wide and boundless earth with a long kiss. With an aggressive posture, express ambiguity with strength and force. Mountains and rivers whimper, urban and rural congestion, and living beings tremble. A catastrophe is coming.

Reverence for nature, reverence for primordial power, this is the embankment of the ecological line of defense. The world kisses me with pain, and I still sing in return. The capillaries of rivers, ditches, sewers, and all the dirt are automatically adjusted to the upper limit of the gate, accelerating absorption and spitting. Every storm is a baptism to test the earth's endurance and improve the immunity of all things.

I searched on the hard disk in my mind to open the flood disaster plan document, and carried out the work of thinking about various disaster risks in the jurisdiction. Every time I change the real-time weather forecast, it is to issue a pre-order for combat sorties, and I put my finger lightly on the button of the fire and rescue command center to issue the combat order.

I opened my tired eyes and talked to the impatient wind and rain. Plea for the miserable crops, forgive the precarious river embankment, worry about the overloaded sewers, and fight side by side with the grass and trees swaying in the wind and rain.

It was late at night, and the rain was still pulling the sky down. I leaned back in my seat in the command center and took a nap. In the dream, the wind swayed the windows, the raindrops beat the green lotus, every wisp of wind blew through my heart, and every drop of rain fell on my heart. I have become a small boat stubbornly fluttering in the wind and rain, no matter how strong the wind and waves are, I want to ferry others, but also ferry myself.

I saw the crops of the village. The corn had just been starched, the potatoes had just rived, and the interplanted soybeans and red beans had just been poded, and they were all relentlessly hit by the torrential rain of bullets. In the fields, the rapid waters became rivers and ravines were everywhere. Patches of corn fell to the ground, rows of soybean and red bean seedlings were uprooted, and immature potatoes were exposed. Strength and sweat, survival and livelihood, expectations and visions were torn apart by the storm. After a night of wind and rain, all hopes and dreams came to naught.

The town began to be allergic to storms. The hardened, blackened town became a giant sealed container. A river can be carved out in one rain. Cars floated on top of it, and houses became castles in the water. Busy towns are caught off guard by the storm. Swirling traps form in low-lying areas, devouring vehicles, houses, and life, as well as everything they see.

Flash floods have flooded the rivers that have dried up and the reservoirs have quickly crossed the warning line, turning the reservoirs into a time bomb hanging over the heads of the people. Floods can occur at any time, and villages and towns are suddenly in a sea of water.

In the face of the devastating primordial power, everything in the world is fragile. The alarm bell in the command center sounded, and the flame blue flood control commando team was quickly dispatched. At multiple points, the police situation occurs at the same time, and the mobile phone and walkie-talkie are overwhelmed with bows at the same time. I am holding a walkie-talkie in my left hand and calling to convey instructions, and I am holding my mobile phone in my right hand and asking and reporting the situation. I watched a long-soaked house slowly collapse in a storm, burying countless people under the rubble. The police situation is urgent, but there is a serious shortage of rescue personnel and equipment. For a moment I was at a loss for what to do, and I woke up from my dream.

The connection between dreams and reality is a hippocampal effect of brain tissue in a state of high stress. In the face of high pressure, high intensity, and high risk, the subconscious and explicit consciousness of the flame blue people go hand in hand, which is the special favor of willpower for the fire rescue profession.

The rain broke in the early morning, and the night was peaceful, but fortunately there was a false alarm. Pushing open the window, a pool of blue lotus and a pond full of fragrance came to the face. The water has risen, and the lotus leaves have grown taller. Inside and outside the pool, inside and outside the camp, the flowers and trees looked more energetic after sucking up the abundant rainwater. The nature of all things is diverse, neither excessive nor lacking. Wind and rain are a gift from nature, and sometimes they are the lead to natural disasters.

In the morning, I accepted a pleasant invitation from nature, high-fived it, and sang with it. The hand that has been full of bows and arrows for a long time can't help but relax. Life should be as simple as nature, as pure and flawless, and as comfortable as it happens.

At the beginning of the year, the fish pond in the camp area was converted into a lotus pond. The pond is a stagnant pond, which is all nourished by artificial irrigation and wind and rain. In the pond, some ornamental lotus roots and edible lotus roots are sporadically planted, and some goldfish are stocked, so as to sow the poetry of the pond. After the beginning of spring, the lotus leaves on the water surface of the pond float, like a giant emerald embroidered on the sparkling water, eye-catching and full. When summer arrives, the pond is shaded by small umbrella-shaped lotus leaves, and red, white, and pale red lotus flowers are planted in the water. The summer heat puts all the beauty and poetry of lotus flowers into the pond.

Every time it rains, the water in the lotus pond rises a little, and the lotus flowers grow taller. The water holds the hand of the lotus root, playing all over the pond, and the water holds the hand of the lotus flower, rushes out of the water and embraces the lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf has a lingering affection. A full life shows the charm and vitality of life to the fullest. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, the lotus root grows in the depths of the pond, the water rises and the lotus flowers are high, and the lotus platform is meditated in summer.

The water rises and the lotus grows, and the lotus root is full of pond incense, which is the inspiration of the lotus pond to the flame blue people. In the summer day, the flame blue sweat glands are fully opened, the sauna training mode is started with full firepower, the bow is full of competition, the skin is practiced in the training ground, the bones are trained, and the ideological realm and feelings are cultivated by the lotus pool. At the scene of a disaster, only by foreseeing the danger a little sooner than the danger and a little earlier than the unforeseen can we defeat the enemy.

When the earth is out of control, we use the soup to soothe the panic, and when the water rises and the lotus flowers are high, we shake hands with nature with the light clouds and the breeze. This is a realistic portrayal of the life of the flame blue people stationed in the camp, year after year.