75·8,驻马店人30年不醒的噩梦（75 8 Zhumadian people, 30 years not wake up in the nightmare）.docVIP

75·8,驻马店人30年不醒的噩梦（75 8 Zhumadian people, 30 years not wake up in the nightmare） 75, 8, 30 year old nightmare of Zhumadian people August is a time of frequent typhoons and rainstorms. In general, the typhoon in the coastal area of our country, making their fists. However, everything is not absolute, there is also a time when typhoon -- the cross-border violence. Today, Zhumadian City, Henan Province, in the vast land, at the heart of the town, the quiet countryside, full of vigour and the crowd, its hard to imagine 30 years ago, there was something how disaster shocked the world. The early morning of August 8, 1975, due to Typhoon Torrential rain caused the North Banqiao reservoir collapse occurred, Zhumadian almost all villages disappeared in a few hours. Whether the number of dam reservoir, or the number of victims, have been far more than the world of similar events. It was a cold summer, and the flood was the tomb of man. At that time of that particular age, for all sorts of reasons, the shock that shocked the world remained obscure in the memory of the Chinese people. So, what exactly is behind the 75, 8, three ordinary Arabia figures? Their memories of the catastrophe were...... The people say its raining cats and dogs, I said. Its a lot bigger than a downpour. Its raining heavily.. (Kong Fanbin, head of the flood control and drought relief headquarters in Henan, Zhumadian province) Look up like this, that is what thing is so high, the flood is really like a mountain top, once and then rushed over.. I was in the water all the time, when I was 10 years old, and my whole body was bare and naked. Seize a tree, I am a woman, and the other are all male, I am also embarrassed to climb up. Later, the man in the tree said, dont make so much attention at that time.. (survivor Wang Xiujuan) Before it rains, I pass by the Banqiao reservoir and see the capacity is too full.. I thought about it too. What if it rains and overflows? After the disaster, in our village, the mo