My name is Su Zhenpeng, I heard that this name was given to me by a fortune teller who walked the rivers and lakes, and I didn't have an impression of what the fortune teller was called.

I was born frail and sickly, and on the first day of birth, I contracted a disease, and the high fever did not go away for several days, and the local doctors in the village said that there was no help. My desperate father hugged me and cried in front of the door, and all this happened to be seen by this passing Wang Tianshi. I don't know what method he used, but after a few doses of medicine, I miraculously survived. The whole thing spread in the village in an instant, and many people came to visit him to solve the problem.

This person is also responsive and solves problems for the whole village without charging a penny.

Afterwards, this Wang Tianshi said that I ordered to commit the five elements of wood and soil, the soil is the foundation of the earth, the wood is born in the soil and grows in the earth, when in the name of the Dapeng soaring in the sky, in order to seek peace, in the future will be the neighbor of the sky, to ensure that the evil qi in the earth can not invade the limbs and hundreds of remains, after saying this, this Wang Tianshi left the village silently.

At that time, the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression had not yet begun, and this was close to the sky, and my father was in the clouds, how could these two-legged people have anything to do with the sky?

For me, this is very mysterious, there is no such person as Wang Tianshi in my impression, and I have no memory of his voice and appearance at all, only that we all regard him as a benefactor in our village.

My hometown is in the three eastern provinces, to be precise, in the area of Daxinganling, Heilongjiang. When the Japanese army came in, our family did not have time to catch up with the mighty retreating army and became Chinese in the Japanese-occupied area, and the misery cannot be described in words

When I was 6 years old, a group of Japanese broke into our village, burned and looted, and abducted many strong men, including my father. I escaped death by hiding him in the cellar where the cabbage was stored at home, and when I crawled out tremblingly, all the men in the village were gone, and I was lying on the kang of the earth. Humiliated the mother to death.

I fled from the village as if I had lost my life, and wandered in the endless forest covered in blood. It was snowy and it didn't take long for the blood to freeze on my body, and my feet without shoe protection turned from red to purple and finally black that I couldn't look at directly. At that time, I was so scared, the whole person was on the verge of collapse, and my father's last advice kept echoing in my mind, run! Escape! Escape!

Like a walking corpse, I was finally rescued by a team of Zhang Xueliang's remnants, and when they found me, I was no different from a wild man, with no good clothes on my body, severe frostbite all over my body, and no good meat on my feet. In a trance, I was moved to the truck they were using to retreat, and a group of people worked together to finally save me.

I then retreated with them to the south, and they all eventually submitted to the Nationalist Government. I was homeless at the time and was recruited as an errand runner by a strange agency in the rear. It seemed like a mysterious institution, and as far back as I can remember, I was always running around with lots of charts that were indistinguishable from ghost drawings.

It was a very strange place, and I was scared of all the people there as a child. Although everyone has a smile on their faces when they see me, subconsciously I always think that there is something wrong with these people. Every time I see their gentle smiling faces, I always feel that this is the expression that fish make to me

Their eyes are dead, I've always thought so. That's definitely not the look that a smiling person has a way to show. There were many times when I wanted to escape from this place, but the thought that I was going to be homeless again cooled down this enthusiasm.

I thought I would spend the rest of my life like this. But with the end of the Sino-Japanese War, the situation in the country became more and more unpredictable. 4 years later, I surrendered to the PLA with the defeated army. That's what the world says, this strange life really came to an abrupt end.

The facility I was in was eventually searched carefully, and many of the soldiers broke in, and they acted rudely, putting seals, and rummaging through boxes.

I noticed that most of them had red eyes, nervous expressions, and were not at all as amiable as the rumored PLA in their words and deeds. They just kept searching, kept rummaging, and even injured several staff members.

At last they smashed down an entire wall, and I watched as a head-headed figure dragged out of the box in a dark compartment and a blood-red box, a boxy box the size of a man, full of rivets, welded between the cracks.

What is impressive is the rivets, their density is terrifying to look at, it is almost like being afraid that something inside will come out and be completely sealed.

There was no explanation, no incorporation, no acceptance of surrender, and when the thing arrived, none of them paid attention to it and hurriedly retreated, and soon we surrendered to the second wave of the People's Liberation Army.

Afterwards, we also reported this strange situation to them, but the answer we got was no, there was no such team at all, at least they were not PLA troops with numbers

It was over, we couldn't protect ourselves at the time, and this strange team was soon forgotten by everyone. We were also co-opted, and it was during this period that I first heard the term meteorology, which had always been a meteorological research department.

The history of meteorology in China is not clear to many people, after all, this belongs to the professional category, and many people's understanding of meteorology is limited to weather forecasting.

China's earliest meteorological data is closely related to its history as a semi-colony. The meteorological data of the central meteorological period of China were observed by the British.

In order to facilitate meteorological research, British missionaries brought the technology of meteorological observation to China, and in 1869, they established a weather station. In 1905, the Japanese Meteorological Institute was built, and in 1907, it began to record the temperature and rainfall completely, and China's relatively complete meteorological data record began, and it has been a full 100 years.

In 1930, the British established a customs weather station. Meteorological data from 1930 to 1938, provided by the British Weather Institute. At this stage, the Chinese also began to participate in meteorological observations. In 1938, due to the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the meteorological data was interrupted.

In terms of meteorological data, the meteorological data for the nine years from 1938 to 1946 are still blank. After the end of the Anti-Japanese War, in 1947, the Nationalist Government established a second-class weather station to resume meteorological observation, and in 1948, it was changed to a first-class weather station. In 1957, the Bureau of Meteorology was formally established.

It was only from this year that the weather forecast began to be officially released to the public. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, meteorological detection outlets were very sparse, there was a shortage of professional personnel, the forecasting business was extremely weak, and the meteorological service was single.

Many of the main technicians had surrendered from the Kuomintang, and I was one of them. It seems that because of my previous time in the meteorological department, at least I thought so at the time, I became one of the first staff members of the China Meteorological Administration.

Everything was almost from scratch, no experience and no equipment, at that time most of China's technology and equipment were imported from the Soviet Union, and those equipment in the face of the bearded Russians showed that it was really one of the first two big, and I remember that I was learning Russian while eating nest heads.

The word meteorology was still very new to the Chinese at that time, and in popular terms, it referred to all atmospheric physical phenomena such as wind, clouds, rain, snow, frost, dew, rainbow, halo, lightning, and thunder that occurred in the sky.

In this way, we listened to Soviet specialists in the morning, studied Russian collectively in the afternoon, and practiced operating equipment in the evening. The first generation of technicians in China came over like this, and there is no such thing as retreating from the difficulties for us, because we really have no way out

It was a hard time, but it was only hard, and I didn't know it at the time, and it was nothing compared to what we went through in the years that followed. I would never have predicted that my life would become as helpless as a lonely boat on a stormy sea, but that's for later.

In this way, I worked peacefully for seven years, and after several years of development, the number of sounding stations reached 69 and the number of high-altitude anemometer stations reached 65. A meteorological communication network has been preliminarily built. In cooperation with the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the Joint Weather Analysis and Forecasting Center and the Joint Data Office have been established, and the weather forecasting and climate data business has been established.

The 711 and 713 weather radar networks have also begun to be built and begun to take shape, the meteorological satellite industry has also begun to take off, satellite cloud images have begun to appear in our field of vision, and the pressure of field observation is getting smaller and smaller.

But fate often likes to play tricks on people, and it is deeply ironic, and these are the lessons I have accumulated over the decades, and the more you try to escape from the shackles called fate, the more it will tire you out, and it will not let you go until you are exhausted

Everything you do is called a struggle of resistance, but it is nothing more than a quagmire from which you cannot extricate yourself.

I've always thought that if I hadn't been named Peng, maybe I wouldn't have entered this so-called Meteorological Bureau, right? That's what Master Wang said about taking heaven as a neighbor.

I am not a superstitious person, and the worship of steadfast materialism in those days was to fight all strange forces. We look at quotations, believe in ** thoughts, and we firmly believe that our actions will save people from fire and water.

So when we are a group of people who encounter things that cannot be explained by materialism, we are also the most helpless and the most devastated, and this feeling is tantamount to destroying the world.

It all started in 1964, eight years after I became a meteorologist in New China, when a meteorological map that changed the trajectory of my life appeared in front of me, suddenly, without warning.

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