Tao turned his head and looked at the public, hunting and driving Changfeng. In Yun Ni, Lei Zhen, the mountains are covered with frost and snow. -Song Yu's "Watching the Tide in Zhang Ting"
Back in Qiantang, the tide hit the east and moved to Yuanzhou. The world is not three thousand years old, and things have changed, which is sad. -Zhang Yining's "Zhejiang Sha Ting Rise Ten Miles"
The sky suddenly thundered gently and the battle began. 200,000 people fought for a while, and the dragons jumped out of anger. -Zhao Puchu's "Watching Tides in Qiantang River"
On the boundless beach, the tide rose, like a white rainbow; I guess it wasn't the fairy on the Yao altar who accidentally spilled nectar on the earth, so she came rushing. In the turbulent tide, the reflection of the blue sky in the water bumps and shakes; Sunset sets and floats around in the rough waves of Hongbo. -Wang Shidao's "Watching the Tide on the 17th"