when the river gets angry...

Someone once compared: “ a river is like a gentle girl, but sometimes is a bad-tempered lady”. I love Hong river when it’s nice and gentle, because it nourished sweet memories of my childhood and enriched my hometown. But I’m also so scared when that bad-tempered lady gets angry. At the summer when I was ten years old, the first time I witnessed the terrible anger of the river.
It had been raining for nice day. The rainy season hadn’t ever come so early and lengthened like that. It rained cats and dogs as if water at all over the world was pouring down my hometown. I sat silently and watched the river, the peaceful river in my mind. But today, it had something unusual. Waves beat crazily at two shores as hiding a danger. The first time in my life, I felt that. That thinking seemed to be too much for the soul of a ten-year-old child. I stopped thinking and tried to believe that the dike was strong enough to protect my village as it had done in the past years.
2 a.m . I suddenly was woken up by terrible sounds. “flood…flood…flood’s coming…” some people shouted hopelessly. At last, what I worried most happened. Maybe the weak dike had been broken last night. While I was still extremely astounded, water rushed into my house. Water come from all sides and raised so quickly. Water was full on floor, water covered my bed, and just after half an hour the level of water was as high as my neck. My mother laid my little sister and me at a high, safe place, then she waded down water and tried to pick up valuable things. I really wanted to help her, but she asked me needn’t do anything except taking care of my little sister. However, I forgot all what my mom reminded when I saw my poor puppy was swimming weakly against flood water. I bravely stepped down the chest to save the puppy. Suddenly, the chest swayed made me fall down water. I shouted and asked for help. I was so scared and I bestirred myself, my small hand waved strongly on water’s surface. Water was full into my mouth and made my eyes pungent. I couldn’t define direction. The more I tried to swim ahead, the farther water pushed me. When I was nearly exhausted, a hand held my hand. My mom took me back from the death’s hand. We all shivered because of being cold. The whole of night, we almost sat on the roof. I was regretful and painful when I saw the angry waves were immersing everything in my house. My mom said nothing, she looked far out the field with so sad eyesight, “how much her sweat and tear were there”. We didn’t know what should we do except waiting…and waiting, waiting something better would come tomorrow…
The next day, the rescuing ships came , took us to safe place and provided food and medicine. That historical flood carried away everything we had. The first time in my life, I witnessed nature got angry. I also knew why the nature got angry. People need to know the right way to behave with nature.