Next, while eating, the group talked about the largest flood in the history of the south.

Yan Zhiying said: "I heard from my classmates in Feishi that the flood has entered the homes of ordinary people, the crops in the fields have been flooded, the streets of the city have become rivers, and boats are used for travel. ”

"Ah, such a big water! Liang'er, let's not go, it's too dangerous, you told the unit that your aunt is sick and needs your service, okay?" Wang Xiangsui's first reaction was that it was too dangerous to let Yongliang go.

Yongliang said: "Auntie, what kind of business, hide when you see danger, and go on when you see benefits, is that your nephew?"

As soon as he heard this, Wang Xiangsui's eyes turned red: "I didn't let you enter politics at the beginning, but you didn't listen! How good it is to be your eldest young master at home? What are you trying to do?"

Yongliang saw that his aunt was really worried about himself, so he hurriedly put his arm around his aunt's shoulders and said, "Auntie, I'm here to experience life, there is no danger." I assure you, I won't go to dangerous places to kill me!"

"Otherwise, I'll go with you. Zhao Lan said.

"If you want to go, I'll go, you and Lin'er both have jobs, and I can still operate normally without me. Jiang Xiulian said.

"Yes, Liang'er, let Xiulian accompany you. When Wang Xiangsui heard it, he thought it was a good idea. She forgot that she only remembered her nephew, but she didn't think about the safety of her niece and daughter-in-law.

"It's really eccentric! Yang Ying said in her heart.

"What are you doing? This is not going to the battlefield, how can it be dangerous? Besides, what's the use of you going?" Yongliang said to Xiulian and Zhao Lan.

Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded down, Wang Xiangsui said: "That's okay, you promise your aunt, don't go before you go, don't go to the side, walk in the middle of the crowd." ”

His aunt's care warmed Yongliang's heart, and he said to Wang Xiangsui: "Oh, aunt, I'm not a child anymore, I know what to do." ”

"Aunt Sui, if I had the ability of Sun Wukong, I would definitely turn Brother Yongliang into a little person, and then put it in your pocket, so that you don't have to worry about him bumping into it. Yan Zhiying said with a smile.

"Go, kids, don't talk nonsense. Wang Xiangsui was embarrassed by Yan Zhiying's words, and felt that he was a little too careful.

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That night, Yongliang shuttled between Zhao, Jiang, and Sun like a butterfly wearing flowers, and only he knew whether he was "squeezed dry".

The next day, Yongliang arrived at the meeting place with a shoulder bag, and after meeting up with Li Meina, he led the artists on the plane to Feishi.

When they arrived in Fei City, under the arrangement of relevant personnel from the Propaganda Department of Hui Province, the group went to Chang S County, which was more seriously affected.

Since mid-June, heavy rains have begun to fall in the Yangtze River basin, causing the water level of the Huai River, Chu River and other tributaries of the Yangtze River to soar until mid-July.

At first, people still wanted to rescue the rice in the field, and built a small dam with mud and snakeskin bags around the paddy field, but after a few days, the sky did not clear up, and people gave up the plan to rescue the crops.

The flood exceeded the highest water level in 1954 by more than 10 centimeters.

The crops in the fields are all flooded, the houses are flooded, the common people go to the river embankment every day to build embankments and dams, the snakeskin bags are all used up, some simply take off their pants and put on the mud and sand to build the embankment, the local people call this embankment made of pants and mud and sand "pants polder".

The first thing people do when they get up every morning is to see how many centimeters the water level has risen.

The roads in the countryside are completely flooded, and it is impossible to see the original road at all, and when people travel with water, they can only walk according to their impressions and follow the general direction.

Seeing this kind of tragedy, Yongliang understood why the ancients would compare the flood with the beast.

The artists sighed for themselves, and Li Meina's tears never broke ...... along the way.

Accompanied by relevant personnel from the Propaganda Department of the Chang S County Party Committee, the artists from Lu Province took a small boat to see the county seat, the countryside, and the PLA officers and soldiers who were building embankments.

Yongliang's eyes moistened when he saw the officers and men wet with muddy water all over their bodies, when he saw some soldiers so tired that they fell asleep leaning on a temporary embankment made of snakeskin bags, with a mouthful of steamed buns in their mouths that they had not had time to swallow; and when he saw the hot water and food that the local people spontaneously brought to the embankment, Yongliang's eyes moistened.

He asked a reporter who loved to smoke a cigarette case, sat on a snakeskin bag full of sand and stones, wrote a song in less than twenty minutes:

Stood

When the big waves hit

His feet are swaying

Look at the dangerous shoals and reefs and see the many passes

Partners hold hands and stand together through thick and thin

When the fog is thick

Facing the rushing rapids

Let the sky be low and the clouds secretly listen to the roar of the waves

Partners hold hands and stand together through thick and thin

Eight hundred miles of wind blew and his clothes trembled

It's a hot-blooded man who is showing his skills

No matter what, the apes on both sides of the strait are worried

Look at where the country is not romantic

Fight bravely for my China

I saw the direction and resolutely did not look back

When the storm is pouring all over the body

Partners join hands and stand together through thick and thin!

He hummed as he wrote, and finally couldn't hold back, and sang loudly to the busy embankment army: "When the big waves come, the feet are swaying endlessly...... ”

Li Meina saw the whole process of his creation, she was very shocked, she didn't expect Wang Yongliang to write lyrics and music, and the melody is so beautiful and the lyrics are so appropriate.

Seeing that Yongliang couldn't help singing loudly, she snatched the cigarette box paper in Yongliang's hand and sang along with the lyrics on it.

Those artists were also amazed by Yongliang's talent, and they could not have imagined that a young cadre of the Propaganda Department could create such high-quality works.

Gradually, they were also infected by the emotions of Yongliang and Li Meina, passing the cigarette box paper in their hands, and joined the chorus with emotion.

"When the big waves come, the feet are swaying......"