Wuhan is known as the "City of 100 Lakes", and the people of Wuhan at the confluence of the Yangtze River and the Han River have an indissoluble bond with water. From 1956 to 1966, Chairman Mao, the founding leader of the People's Republic of China, swam the Yangtze River in Wuhan more than 10 times, and wrote the popular poem "Water Tune Song Head. Swimming.

On July 16, 1966, Chairman Mao, the founding leader of the People's Republic of China, swam the Yangtze River again at the age of 73. Since then, Wuhan has held a river crossing almost every year.

There is a lot of water in the south. Liang Shirong's hometown has a Xinxing River, and he likes to swim in the river since he was a child. After coming to Guangzhou, he went to the Pearl River to swim as soon as he had time, and practiced 18 kinds of swimming skills in the wind and waves, which is known as "white stripes in the waves".

Liang Shirong went into the water with the flow of people, and the farther away from the shore, the more rapid the current. He kept changing his posture, or going upstream, or downstream, or diving into the water, and swam back and forth a few times before coming ashore; Looking around, there are really a lot of people who come to swim today, and there are about two or three thousand people in the dark.

Liang Shirong retracted his gaze and found a mushroom umbrella to lie flat on the beach to rest. He drank a little water, closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the faint thunder woke him up, and it was already afternoon when he looked at his watch. He stood up and looked into the distance. The sky was tumbling with dark clouds, and between the clouds shimmered with blue-white electric light. Liang Shirong crossed his hands on his hips, admiring the moodiness of nature, feeling the wind and sand, and experiencing the numbness and pain on his cheeks and body. In an instant, the "dark clouds pressed the top", the strange wind on the river suddenly rose, the waves were turbulent, and the white waves rushed to the shore, the waves became more and more fierce, and the tide head became higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, the front wave was about to hit his feet.

Someone ran up from behind and grabbed Liang Shirong's arm. When he looked back, it turned out to be a staff member of the management office.

This guy has a small flat head, he has a beer belly in his thirties, he is so fat that he doesn't even have a neck, he is out of breath after walking a few steps, and today he actually ran a few hundred meters to get here, gesturing hard, and his mouth is full of broken Chinese with HB dialect. But Liang Shirong still understood, he said that this storm was very terrible, very powerful, and he had to go back quickly, escape farther, the farther the better.

Liang Shirong then remembered that the members of the wind collection group who came with him didn't know where to go, and hurriedly searched around on the beach. When passing by the watchtower, the tower was blown by the strong wind, and the two lifeguards were climbing down in horror, shouting as they climbed, and even a telescope fell down. They seem to be saying that someone is swimming and disappearing.

When Liang Shirong heard this, he stopped and waited, and when the two people climbed down, he stopped and asked, "What happened, who is missing?" ”

They stammered, saying that one swimmer had disappeared into the rolling waves, most likely drowned.

"Look, it's terrible!" A lifeguard points to the surface of the river where the waves are rolling. There it is

Where the Hankou River flows into the Yangtze River, the surging rapids collide head-on with the fierce wind and rain, stirring up huge crests and roaring and screaming. In addition, the lightning and thunder are getting closer and stronger.

Another lifeguard exclaimed, "Oh my God, who can come back alive from there!" ”

"Then you're going to leave him alone?" Liang Shirong was furious.

"He, who is he?" Another lifeguard asked, "Who did we leave behind, and what do we do?" ”

At this moment, a flash of lightning struck, and the sky and earth turned white. The lifeguard shrank his neck in fright, and an earth-shattering thunderclap followed.

Liang Shirong looked up the river and found that several lifeboats had been swept away by the huge waves. A gust of wind howled by, and the coarse grains of sand slammed down on his body, and he felt a burst of pain; The last two mushroom umbrellas are uprooted, dripping and rolling on the beach, and then flying into the air.

The watchtower, which is more than ten meters high, makes a strange sound. As far as the eye can see, the roof is lifted, followed by the breaking of metal and wood. The whole body of the tower was tilted, crooked, and then broken at the waist, and then Tarzan smashed straight down where they stood.

The two lifeguards were agile, running and crawling, and escaped in an instant before the tower hit the beach. Liang Shirong followed closely behind them and escaped safely. The collapsed tower lay behind them like a dead dinosaur, bursting and roaring, splashing water and mud several feet high.

The storm was followed by a shower. The raindrops are as big as soybeans, and they sweep diagonally or even horizontally, smash, and split! Liang Shirong stopped, hesitating. What if there really is such a swimmer who can't come back? However, on the vast river surface and the turbid currents are rolling, how to search and rescue? He wiped the rain from his face over and over again with his hands and looked at the endless river. Suddenly, a small red dot jumped into his field of vision - oh my God, it was a man, a living person, a person struggling to survive!

Liang Shirong shouted loudly, but immediately realized that it was in vain, and there was no one within a radius of thousands of feet. Looking at the river again, the small red dot suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared again. Obviously, the man was pushed up to the top of the waves, and then down the trough, exhausted, and was being swallowed up by the waves, and was being carried by the waves, rolling away towards the place where the water and the sky meet.

Liang Shirong immediately made a decision, pulled his legs and ran towards the river, and the tide swarmed up and engulfed him. Liang Shirong got out of the water, raised his arms, and swam towards the heart of the river, swimming in the direction where he had just found the small red dot.

I don't know how much time it took, and I don't know how far it was swept away by the torrent, but in short, in the stormy river, I finally swam to the "little red dot" and lifted the man's head out of the water. Liang Shirong found out that the other party was actually Liu Manli, a member of the wind picking group!

What a fate! At this moment, Liang Shirong found that Liu Manli was dying and had lost the last trace of strength to struggle.

Liang Shirong hugged and supported her with one arm, and paddled hard with the other arm, chopping the waves. Heaven and earth were immersed in boundless darkness, becoming like the middle of the night, confused and chaotic, unable to discern the direction. Liang Shirong knew that he must not panic, otherwise he would die without a place to be buried, along with this beautiful writer who already had a good impression of him!

Liang Shirong felt the direction of the water, paddling to the right, paddling to the right, trying his best to paddle to the right......

The thunder and lightning faded away, but there was still a dull roar and a faint flash, illuminating the layers of dark clouds and the undulating river briefly but frequently. Liang Shirong used his arms in turn, pushing away the clutches of death again and again. At the moment when he was about to lose the last of his strength and the last of his confidence, the soles of his feet, which had been numb, suddenly felt a little touch......

Oh my God, it's either a beach or a reef or some kind of sediment, and it's not going to be a bottomless abyss anyway. Liang Shirong finally realized that he had landed. No matter what kind of shore it is, it's the shore anyway, the shore! And at this moment, all the shores mean life to him. Oh no, not only "for him", but also this beauty curled up in his bosom. Even though she didn't move at all and seemed to be completely unconscious, Liang Shirong knew that she was alive, alive, alive!

Liang Shirong hugged Liu Manli and staggered ashore. He tripped over a rock, his toes went numb with pain, and he fell to the ground. He rushed to lie on the beach full of large and small stones, and used his body to protect Liu Manli.

His forehead was smashed, and his mouth was full of salt, apparently bleeding. The pain was like an explosion all over his body, especially in his ribs, which may have been fractured, and he couldn't move. But, he thought, no, it's all come to this point, and it can't fall short. You have to move forward, and you have to move forward, until you get to a place where there are people. After gasping for a while, he protected Liu Manli with one arm, supported the ground with the other, and crawled towards the height. He gritted his teeth desperately, biting his cheeks and his lips so much that he was bleeding; The blood mixed with the blood on his forehead, cheeks, and limbs, and trickled down against his skin, dragging long trails on the sand, on the stones, and on the sand......