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Next to my house, there is a green meadow with lots of jokes on the grass. There is a crystal clear river next to the grass. There are some cute little fish and strange stones in the river. The upper part of the river is arched. Xiaoshiqiao, this small stone bridge has a history of more than 3,000 years, but it is still as new as ever. Every day, I have to walk through the bridge. I like the bridge very much.

On this day, I came home from school. It was already at dusk. I looked far below the bridge and saw a child. He stood motionless on the bridge and looked at the water with full concentration, as if this never-ending river could Let him forget the tiredness and troubles of this day. Next to a lovely child, there is a red horse. The horse is drinking quietly, and the sun is shining on it, as if it is carrying this soft red sunset. The horse's mane is very messy, like hanging up with the head Indians' hair.

I have been looking at children and horses. It was getting darker, and the child walked down the bridge, took the red horse and left. I have been looking at their figure farther and farther and smaller, until their figure disappears into the dark night.

Sixth grade: Candy Fifi