The footsteps of rain, like the footsteps of cats, "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" (Du Fu). Or like a spring dream, it comes and goes without a trace, "flying freely is as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as sorrow" (Qin Guan). Or like a swallow flying in the spring sky, "the fallen flowers are independent and the swift flies together." Or like a snake wandering in the grass, it makes a rustling sound, "Rain beats pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it" (Tang Yin). Or a game in which a dog takes a mouse, which is sloppy and playful. "Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, and two or three points of rain are over the mountain" (Xin Qiji). Or, like a cheetah chasing an antelope, it is confusing and wild. "Dark clouds can't cover mountains, but white rain jumps over boats" (Su Shi)
Rain comes in different ways and presents different images. Sometimes I feel like a shy girl, sometimes I feel like a cheerful and enthusiastic girl, sometimes I feel like a quiet and generous young woman, sometimes I feel like a reckless bitch, or I feel like a ruthless bitch.
Rain is changeable, it is not only a character, but also a character, and it is also a way of behavior, which always makes people puzzled. "You can't see the drizzle and wet clothes, but idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence" (Liu Changqing). Rain, like a dense fog, is pervasive, invisible and hazy, like a kind of sadness, too thick to melt away. "Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, oblique wind and drizzle don't need to go back" (Zhang) The figure of this rain is soft and graceful, like rain in the wind, which makes people feel beautiful and charming. The rain in "A Wild Goose Falling into the Sky and Rain Drifting at the Beginning of the Mountain", like a reckless man, tramples on the earth with fierce force, shaking the whole mountain group, shaking the whole world and making people tremble and fear.
In the rain, you can read the most beautiful poems, understand the deepest worries and see the responsibility and responsibility. Because, the rain brought a different kind of beauty, but also brought danger and disaster.
When it was still raining like crisp, we public works workers began to get busy, preparing materials and machinery for flood control and busy searching for mountains and sweeping stones. Facing the "willow blowing", climb, find, check and clear the mountain. The rocks hanging alone in the mountains are enemies. Try to eliminate these rocks and eliminate the threat of hanging on the railway line.
When "the clouds begin to sink and rain is coming, we are ready to fight the rain."
Rain, quietly stopped, accompanied by our sleep; Rain, unscrupulous, stepped on the rolling thunder and declared war on us; While we were working, the rain suddenly came and we were soaked to the skin. Rain may also come suddenly before we do our homework in the net, which will terminate our chance to do our homework. Rain is like an elf, playing hide-and-seek with us all the time.
We have no intention of playing hide and seek. We are serious about the rain. Rain is the enemy's situation, and the sound of rain is the war drum. We take "rain" as the command, rain as the war, and rain as the war. Rain is cunning, savage and more ruthless. However, rain cannot be eliminated, and to some extent, it is "invincible".
We are in the rain, groping for the law of rain, groping for the temper of rain, groping for the walking track of rain, then laying good control, waiting quietly, going out for patrol, inspection, emergency, disposal and so on as planned.
This year is the first flood control after the opening of Guiyang-Kunming section of Shanghai-Kunming high-speed railway. I haven't worked in the field for a long time, and I have no idea about equipment, weather and unpredictable situations. Can a new line withstand the attack of "rain" and ensure the safety of high-speed rail?
The first time I faced the rain, it was late at night, more than two in the morning. My sleep was awakened by the phone, "... the rainfall from Anshun West to Pingba South exceeded the warning ... patrol ..."
I was so excited that the drowsiness wrapped around my head disappeared at once. Barefoot, I excitedly called the rail car driver and the monitor of the work area. I woke up the drowsy duty officer, and immediately put on my clothes and picked up the key to go out. When I went downstairs, the guard also went downstairs.
Everything is busy. However, it's not chaotic, it's not chaotic. Our staff will arrive soon, and then we will prepare the machines and tools in the warehouse and take them to the rail car. The rail car has started, waiting for the dispatching command to start.
It's still raining, so we rode the night and rode the continuous rain. Along the way, our eyes are like radar, constantly searching for lines, lines on both sides, bridges and tunnels.
Normal. Normal. Normal.
The rail car slowly moved forward, and our eyes stared tenaciously at the outside, never letting go of the slightest abnormality.
Normal. Normal. Normal.
From one section to the other, the rain gradually stopped during the running of the rail car, but our inspection was not over yet. When we finished checking the rain-soaked lines and returned to the work area, it was getting brighter. A sleepless night passed with wide eyes. We went back to bed in the report of "the equipment of the line bridge is normal", took time to rest and waited for other accidents that might happen at any time.
Of course, "normal people" in the scene don't always care about us. In the midsummer of July, the rain is not only a pause after a rain, but also a temporary stop. It will take some time for the next rain. The rain this month has covered the whole sky and has been raining. Rain fell from the sky and began to spread on the ground, eroding our lines and equipment.
Anomaly began to appear. We are busy dealing with those "anomalies" A section, a tunnel, a bridge. These nouns began to occupy our brains and began to torture our nerves.
During this time, we are occupied by scenes, diseases, hidden dangers and lack of sleep. "We" have lost "I", and we are like a machine, constantly rotating and stubbornly persisting. In order to stick to it, the original time of "going home" was compressed again, and the time of seeing his wife and children was even less.
Damn it, my gallstones suddenly broke out, and I was sweating with hard pain. I feel that the whole person is going to be crushed. There is an urgent need to solve physical pain. I temporarily left the scene of fighting with "rain" and "water" and lay in the hospital to accept the doctor's scalpel.
The gall that tortured me was cut off.
After a few days of recovery, I can go to the fields. I'm worried about my job and the production line that also suffers from rain. A week after I left, I returned to the scene.
Back to the workshop, the wound has not completely healed, and I am particularly afraid of rain when I work at night. If the rain gets wet, it may get inflamed and worsen. Another factor is that there is no food suitable for me in the canteen, and my recovery becomes very slow. Some people don't understand and secretly say some sarcastic words. I ignored it. I think my existence may not be beneficial to the work and homework on the spot, but what I bring is a spirit and a persistent attitude.
The hidden dangers and diseases of a new line are gradually exposed under the scouring of "rain". Our work continues, the poem of rain continues, and the safety of this railway has to be continued by us.
Suddenly I remembered a few words from Su Shi's Ding Fengbo, "If you don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why not sing and walk slowly?" Bamboo straw sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid? "
Rain is a poem, a word, a novel or an essay. Rain is happy, sad and sad, and it is our emotional sustenance. Rain, a weather phenomenon, is also our job.
When the rain came, I called it, and when the rain left, I arranged the inspection. The troubles of rain are the troubles of growth, work and life.