So I found out that the dam is not far from where my grandma stays in Shashi. “Really, you haven’t seen the dam? But you have been visiting for the past 2 years! And it’s just down the street.” So the next morning we did just that.
View of bridge crossing Yangtze River.
Not far from where we got on the dam, we saw where my grand uncle works. For more than three decades, my grand uncle has dedicated himself captaining a ship here, helping water work people testing the depth of different places up and down the Yangtze River. He’s finally approaching his retirement in the next 3 months.
We even went in his work place to check out all the interesting cabins and tools on the ships. I faintly remember walking in his ships some 20 years back. Since these ships are newer, they were probably not the same ones.
Water marks of historical floods since the establishment of the new China.
“When there is a great flood, we walk up here to get to our office building.”
Water Bureau office building.
Now everything is automatic. This is where they have the machine that automatically records the water level.
Literal translation from Chinese: Water Level Self Recording Station.
View from the automatic recording station.
Ships, Bridges and old Pagoda.
Monument dedicating rescue workers and contributors during the great floods during the 50s.
They have a little event commemorating Mao.
38th anniversary of passing of Mao. See how China changed in 40 years without him.
Chinese delegation in North Korea, commemorating Chinese soldiers passed away during the Korean War. Most soldiers never returned their homeland after they died on the battle field.
Names of outstanding contributors during the floods in the 50s.
Little monument dedicating to several young people died from trying to rescue a drowning girl.
The temple next to the dam is open.
It’s a rather simple quiet temple, consists of a courtyard and a pagoda in the back.
A couple stone galleries next to the courtyard. This is the biggest Chrysanthemum stone I have seen yet.
natural painting-like stones.
Old bricks with Hankou inscription (Hankou is one of the three main towns in the city of Wuhan, where my parents lived for a dozen years before coming to the States. Historically, Hankou, Hanyang, and Wuchang were towns right at where Han River meets the Yangtze River. During the Republic of China times, the three towns were bundled together and renamed as Wuhan).
The pagoda in the back yard.
Inscriptions on the backyard’s wall.
Dedicated by one of the former Presidents of China.
The pagoda has an underground floor, making it a 7 floor building.
The backyard also has a gallery right next to the Yangtze River. Imagine trolling through here during the burning Hubei summer, with the shade and cool breeze from the broad Yangtze River. Ancient people really knows how to love themselves.