The background is that the writer came to the Qiantang River with great interest. He was deeply shocked by the sea of people and the noise of gongs and drums. He seemed to see the ingenious combination of nature and human civilization ... after watching the tide.
He recalled that the surging tide made a loud noise and the people watching the tide on the shore were amazed in unison. He was deeply moved by the shocking scene in his heart ... Finally, he couldn't stand the inner peace any longer, so he had to record this spectacular scene! So there is this article.
Tidal bore watching
The alias of the work is "I like to see Qiantang Life today"
The era of creation is modern.
The source of the work is the first volume of Grade Four Chinese published by People's Education Press.
Author Zhao Zongcheng, Zhu Mingyuan,
original text
The spring tide of Qiantang River has been called the wonder of the world since ancient times.
August 18th of the lunar calendar is the annual tide-watching day. This morning, we came to Yan Guan Town in Haining, which is said to be the best place to watch the tide. We followed the tide watchers to the seawall levee. The vast Qiantang River unfolds in front of us. The river is calm and wider to the east, and it is covered with a layer of misty mist under the sunshine after the rain. Zhenhai Ancient Pagoda, Zhongshan Pavilion and Tide Observatory stand by the river. In the distance, several hills are looming in the clouds. Before the tide came, the seawall levee was already crowded with people. Everyone looked east with their heads held high, waiting and expecting.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, there was a rumble in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. Suddenly, people buzzed and someone told us that the tide was coming! We stood on tiptoe and looked eastward, but the river remained calm and unchanged. After a while, the noise became louder and louder. I saw a white line at the junction of water and sky in the east, and the crowd was boiling again.
The white line moves quickly towards us, gradually elongating and thickening, and crosses the river. Approached, I saw white waves rolling, forming a white wall six or seven meters high. The tide is getting closer and closer, like thousands of white horses going hand in hand, galloping mightily; The sound is like a landslide, as if the earth were shaken by an earthquake.
In an instant, the tide rushed to the west, but the aftermath was still rolling all over the sky.