Facing a city of water

 　　Recently, continuous rainfall has turned many cities into vast, inundating reservoirs. All that people hear and see is talk and scenes related to water. This has disrupted the normal rhythm of life and production, leaving many feeling helpless, filled with complaints, and even anxious.

　　A city cannot function without water; however, an excessive and abundant flow of water inevitably affects normal life, which is naturally something no one wants to see.

　　Faced with a city flooded, with water that has soaked modern civilization and tarnished the beauty of life, there is no reason not to reflect deeply. In our daily lives, water can make a city vibrant, poetic, and full of life. Water inspires romantic imagination. Like Li Bai's "The lake is clear as a frosty mirror at dawn, the waves are white as snow-capped mountains"; like Wang Bo's "The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together, the autumn water blends with the vast sky"; like Lou Yue's "The water is so clear and green that one cannot sleep, the fish seem to swim in the air without anything to rely on," life is filled with vibrant interest. But when the environment is damaged, when the water of the human world and the water of the sky are no longer regulated by the laws of nature, what is ultimately produced are turbulent, violent, and

　　muddy waters that make human life unbearable. The water that people yearn for, the water that they cherish, is clear, pure, gentle, water that brings comfort and happiness to life; and the ecological havens that echo the water, lakes and streams, shady forests and lotus ponds, pavilions and terraces, grassy islets and water birds. The water that people yearn for is a long scroll of landscape in their hearts, each stroke revealing a charming charm, each inch bringing peace and beauty to humankind.

　　To live in a garden city with mountains and water is an ordinary dream for ordinary people. Preserving the beauty of a city nestled amidst mountains and rivers requires human care. This necessitates foresight, proactive planning, and orderly management. This is something we must not underestimate, much less be shortsighted about. Otherwise, once floods rage, it may be too late.

　　Facing a city engulfed in water, we feel only solemnity, devoid of joy. In such a situation, where is the tranquility of drifting clouds, the serenity of blooming and fading flowers? Faced with a city overrun by water, the beauty of life fades from view; how can one choose to "grow old in one city"? How can there be no lingering sorrow?

　　Such is the way of life: moderation is generally beautiful. Once things go too far, exceeding the capacity of people or things to bear, there is no longer any beauty to be found.

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