Mặt trời lên cao dần. Gió đã bắt đầu mạnh. Gió lên, nước biển càng dữ. Khoảng mênh mông ầm ĩ càng lan rộng mãi vào. Biển cả muốn nuốt tươi con đê mỏng manh như con mập đớp con cá chim nhỏ bé.
Một tiếng ào ào dữ dội. Như một đàn cá voi lớn, sóng trào qua những cây vẹt cao nhất, vụt vào thân đê rào rào. Một cuộc vật lộn dữ dội diễn ra. Một bên là biển, là gió, trong một cơn giận dữ điên cuồng. Một bên là hàng ngàn người với hai bàn tay và những dụng cụ thô sơ, với tinh thần quyết tâm chống giữ.
Một tiếng reo to nổi lên, rồi ầm ầm hơn hai chục thanh niên cả nam lẫn nữ, mỗi người vác một vác củi vẹt, nhảy xuống dòng nước đang cuốn dữ. Họ khoác vai nhau thành một sợi dây dài, lấy thân mình ngăn dòng nước mặn. Nước quật vào mặt, vào ngực, trào qua đầu hàng rào sống. Họ ngụp xuống, trồi lên, ngụp xuống. Trong đám thanh niên xung kích, có người ngã, có người ngạt. Nhưng những bàn tay khoác vai nhau vẫn cứng như sắt, và thân hình họ quấn chặt lấy những cọc tre đóng chắc, dẻo như chão. Tóc dài các cô quấn chặt vào cổ các cậu con trai, mồ hôi như suối, hòa lẫn với nước chát mặn. Đám người không sợ chết đã cứu được quãng đê sống lại.
dịch cái này sang tiếng anh ! ai giỏi thì dịch nhá
The sun rises higher. The wind has started to get strong. The wind rises, the sea water is fiercer. The vast expanse of noise spread further and further in. The sea wants to swallow the fragile dyke like a shark eats a small fish. A loud rumbling sound. Like a great school of whales, the waves swept over the tallest parrots, crashing against the body of the fenced dike. A fierce struggle ensued. On one side was the sea, the wind, in a frenzied fury. On one side are thousands of people with two hands and rudimentary tools, with a spirit of determination to resist. A loud shout arose, and then more than two dozen young men and women, each carrying a load of firewood and parrots, jumped into the raging water. They put each other's shoulders into a long rope, using their bodies to block the salty water. The water splashed in the face, in the chest, over the top of the living fence. They sink, rise, sink. Among the young people who were in shock, some fell, some suffocated. But their arms around each other's shoulders were still as hard as iron, and their bodies were wrapped tightly around bamboo poles that were hard and flexible. The girls' long hair was tightly wrapped around the boys' necks, sweat like streams, mixed with salty acrid water. The people who were not afraid of death saved the dyke to come back to life.
tham khảo :
The sun rises higher. The wind has started to get strong. The wind rises, the sea water is fiercer. Deliveness Broadcast, spreading further and further in. The sea wants to freshen the fragile dike like a fat fish grafting on a small fish.
A loud rumbling sound. Like a great school of whales, the wavelengths passed through the tallest parrots, crashing into the body of the fence. A messed up forum. On one side is the sea, the wind, in anger. On one side are thousands of people with two hands and rudimentary tools, with a spirit of determination to resist.
A shout arose, and then more than twenty young men and women, one by one, skidded, and jumped into the water that swept the data. They put each other's shoulders into a long rope, using their bodies to block the salty water. The water hit the face, the chest, the quail started the fence. They sink, rise, sink. Among the young people in shock, some fell, some managed. But the hands were clasped around each other's shoulders like iron, and the body was fastened to the hard, flexible stakes. Her long hair tightened around the boy's neck, sweat like a stream, mixed with salty drinking water. Fearless people have been saved through resurrections.
The sun rises higher. The wind has started to get strong. The wind rises, the seawater is fiercer. The vast expanse of noise spread further and further in. The sea wants to swallow the fragile dyke like a shark eats a small fish.
A loud rumbling sound. Like a great school of whales, the waves swept over the tallest parrots, crashing against the body of the fenced dike. A fierce struggle ensued. On one side was the sea, the wind, in a frenzied fury. On one side are thousands of people with two hands and rudimentary tools, with a spirit of determination to resist.
A loud shout arose, and then more than two dozen young men and women, each carrying a load of firewood and parrots, jumped into the raging water. They put each other's shoulders into a long rope, using their bodies to block the salty water. The water splashed in the face, in the chest, over the top of the living fence. They sink, rise, sink. Among the young people who were in shock, some fell, some suffocated. But the arms around each other's shoulders were still as hard as iron, and their bodies were tightly wrapped around the strong, flexible bamboo poles. The girls' long hair was tightly wrapped around the boys' necks, sweat-like streams, mixed with salty acrid water. The people who were not afraid of death saved the dyke to come back to life.
The sun rises higher. The wind has started to get strong. The wind rises, the sea water is fiercer. Deliveness Broadcast, spreading further and further in. The sea wants to freshen the fragile dike like a fat fish grafting on a small fish. A loud rumbling sound. Like a great school of whales, the wavelengths passed through the tallest parrots, crashing into the body of the fence. A messed up forum. On one side is the sea, the wind, in anger. On one side are thousands of people with two hands and rudimentary tools, with a spirit of determination to resist. A shout arose, and then more than twenty young men and women, one by one, skidded, and jumped into the water that swept the data. They put each other's shoulders into a long rope, using their bodies to block the salty water. The water hit the face, the chest, the quail started the fence. They sink, rise, sink. Among the young people in shock, some fell, some managed. But the hands were clasped around each other's shoulders like iron, and the body was fastened to the hard, flexible stakes. Her long hair tightened around the boy's neck, sweat like a stream, mixed with salty drinking water. Fearless people have been saved through resurrections.
The sun rises higher. The wind has started to get strong. The wind rises, the sea water is fiercer. Deliveness Broadcast, spreading further and further in. The sea wants to freshen the fragile dike like a fat fish grafting on a small fish. A loud rumbling sound. Like a great school of whales, the wavelengths passed through the tallest parrots, crashing into the body of the fence. A messed up forum. On one side is the sea, the wind, in anger. On one side are thousands of people with two hands and rudimentary tools, with a spirit of determination to resist. A shout arose, and then more than twenty young men and women, one by one, skidded, and jumped into the water that swept the data. They put each other's shoulders into a long rope, using their bodies to block the salty water. The water hit the face, the chest, the quail started the fence. They sink, rise, sink. Among the young people in shock, some fell, some managed. But the hands were clasped around each other's shoulders like iron, and the body was fastened to the hard, flexible stakes. Her long hair tightened around the boy's neck, sweat like a stream, mixed with salty drinking water. Fearless people have been saved through resurrections.
