It was a day when the river flooded.

The sky was not beautiful, and after a moment of respite, the pouring rain made a comeback again.

This continuous heavy rain has been raining for more than half a month.

The half-metre-high water mark rose to people's waists, devouring the land like a ferocious and hungry tiger.

All the grain and grass stored in the granary were soaked, and the barracks relied on the accumulation of fried corn cakes every day.

The positions where the barracks were stationed were withdrawn again and again.

Last night it occupied the high ground, and today the river rises, and it will retreat a hundred miles.

I wore my cloak and watched the ocean beneath the mountainside, the raging river with broken branches and stones rushing down the valley and into the valley

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