At noon today, Typhoon Rosa finally left. The 72 hours of violent storms filled the rivers and small rivers with water. In the low-lying areas, it was impossible to tell which was the river and which was the land. It was a vast ocean.
There are cruel scenes everywhere in the fields. Large areas of rice fell down, and the ears of rice were soaked in water. Cotton, soybeans, sorghum, and corn also lay scattered on the ground. The sugar cane in the cane forest fell down and was broken, and it was even more of a mess. Some of the vegetables were submerged in the water, and some were half exposed in the water. The leaves kept swaying in the wind and rain, as if they were desperately struggling to cry for help... Ah, what a pity! Farmers' hard work for a year was swept away by "Rosa".
After lunch, the fields were full of working people. Men, women, old and young all took part in the battle, and it was a lively scene. In the rice fields, people gently lift up the rice stalks, forming a bunch of about ten stalks, and gently tie them with strings to prevent the rice from soaking in the water and sprouting; in the cotton fields, every time people lift up a cotton stalk, they Stomp hard on its roots, then hold up another branch, and then step on it again, and the cotton stalks stand up in rows; in the sugar cane field, two people work in groups, one person holds up five or six sugar canes with his hands, and the other person uses a shovel. They dig up a shovel of mud to press down on the roots, and then stamp them firmly; in the vegetable field, people use buckets to continuously scoop out water, so that the vegetable field can escape from the "sea of ??suffering" as soon as possible.
The evening glow sprinkles on the fields, outlining the figures of workers. Rice, cotton, corn, and sorghum all straightened their backs; sugarcane stood upright, looking more energetic; and all the crop leaves seemed to dance cheerfully and sang beautiful songs under the breeze.
The typhoon taught me about wind and rain, how to cherish, and how to respect. I used to only know the fragrance of rice, the sweetness of sugar cane, the nutritional value of vegetables, and the spinning and weaving of cotton. Now I know how to cherish the fruits of labor and how to respect the farmers who work hard and fight against typhoons unyieldingly.