观潮

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, a rumbling sound came from a distance, like muffled thunder rolling. Suddenly, people were full of voices. Someone told us that the tide was coming, and we looked east on tiptoe. The river is still calm, and there is no change. After a while, I saw a white line in the east where the water meets the sky. The crowd is boiling again. The white line quickly moved to us, gradually lengthened and thickened, and crossed the river. Closer, form a water wall more than two feet high. The tide is getting closer and closer, just like thousands of white horses, which go hand in hand and gallop in a mighty way. …………！