Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival is a rest day, and my father decided to use this Sunday to take us to the Qiantang River tide watching.
Qiantang River Tidal is the most famous early schooling at the primary school textbook, I try to lure guests over the formation. Monthly lunar calendar August 18 to try to lure guests yanguan is the concept of perfect location. We decided to take a look at this strange yanguan natural landscape.
Try to lure guests was supposed to pay attention to "a wave three outlooks", and may be because time is tight, we are only prepared to noon concept of a "tide line" of.
The voyage to the salt taste was really hard, but the place was bustling with excitement to see Guanchao people, my passion has also come up. We ran about busily looking for the best place Guanchao always identified no less than a seat. Or so quietly flowing river, there is nothing to be surging in sight. We have waited listlessly under the hot sun, a sudden influx of people shouted, and the rapid flow of people will move closer to the River, originally in the shade playing cards, in the arbor under Kegua Zi, are suddenly flooded into a riverside iron railing before. With my father's high-powered telescope to find the distance to go, nothing could be found only see a small white line of on and off, is this is to allow people to try to lure guests whom praise whom crazy?
Suddenly, those white lines in the rapid coming to us, the original intermittent white line Jinglian become the front line You Cuyou bright and straight, straight across the entire river. Closer, closer, Chaosheng roar, the river rolling waves to which the White Dragon maneuvering inside like coming to us, and finally broke the show before me. Surging river rolled black sand, claws, the raging of the waves like a mighty force from the Pentium. People rushed to press the camera shutter, or to use their own vocabulary with the most sublime word to praise it! Amazing is that the entire surface of the river is only that line in the surging, in the dance. After the local river or the Bay, as calm and shine in the sun's shining, slightly suffused with little microwave. The tide seems to have never experienced a baptism.
I looked at the wriggling lines suddenly had an impulse, I am chasing the tide running, ignore the passion embodied in that moment of surging, as the surging tide of endless. I would like to own it is always a wave of a surf!
Yixing Eighth Graders Xia Yu Yi was written in September 21, 2002 Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: xzx195889
