Hometown bridge

The small river in his hometown is winding. A curved stone arch bridge across the river, a small bow-shaped bridge, like a man with a camel back, exudes a simple charm.

The only "part" of the bridge is the piece, the stone of different sizes, which is tight and chic. It's hard to imagine how the stones are tied together. There are several tall and straight pine trees on each side of the bridge. There are many stones of different shapes around the tree. This has become a good place for folks to enjoy the cool weather. Although this stone bridge is not as grand as the Zhaozhou Bridge, it has another charm.

Under the bridge, the water is flowing, every day is just bright, and there will be a loud bang of the "咚咚". The industrious village woman is always the first to write an "Oriental Morning" for the small mountain village in Yishan.

The small river in his hometown is winding. A curved stone arch bridge across the river, a small bow-shaped bridge, like a man with a camel back, exudes a simple charm.

The only "part" of the bridge is the piece, the stone of different sizes, which is tight and chic. It's hard to imagine how the stones are tied together. There are several tall and straight pine trees on each side of the bridge. There are many stones of different shapes around the tree. This has become a good place for folks to enjoy the cool weather. Although this stone bridge is not as grand as the Zhaozhou Bridge, it has another charm.

Under the bridge, the water is flowing, every day is just bright, and there will be a loud bang of the "咚咚". The industrious village woman is always the first to write an "Oriental Morning" for the small mountain village in Yishan.

At noon on summer, the villagers came to the bridge under the trees to rest, the innocent and lively children, the energetic youth, the silver-haired old man, gathered together in twos and threes, playing games, fishing, talking... ... the smug laughter, the frustrated sighs intertwined, with the wind, with the water, drifting into the distance.

Day after day, year after year, the stone arch bridge is still hit by the wind and rain. It is still such a "hard", it looks at the disappearance of the villagers from generation to generation, new generations from generation to generation.

I don't know when, the stone arch bridge has an amazing discovery: the pace of crossing the bridge seems to be more hurried than before. Then many people took up their backpacks and crossed the bridge to the outside world. Looking at the group of "gold rushers", the stone arch bridge sincerely blessed them, although it lost many of the past laughter.

Suddenly, one day, the bridge has undergone earth-shaking changes: a cement bridge was built next to the stone bridge. The bridge of this cement bridge is wider and flatter, and the cement on it shows a little dream under the sun. The color. The beautiful railings reflected in the water, the natural simplicity has long since disappeared, replaced by majestic and spectacular. Of course, the pine trees on the bridge side were also replaced by street lamps. This tall street lamp stood on the bridge, bringing endless light to the dark night. They are a row of giants guarding the safety of the passers on the bridge. “Beep—” Hey, the brand new car also entered the village and entered a new era. When the towering buildings were springing up, when people walked into the spacious and bright air-conditioned rooms, In addition to the fall of the "who is complaining about this situation," the stone arch bridge is more of a happy inner heart.

Ah, stone arch bridge, don't you think that you are being left out, and someone is quietly hitting your idea? No? Beside the ancient bridge, open a park: red and green on both sides of the river, pavilions and pavilions. Under the big tree, next to the bank of the river, the tourists like weaving set foot on your back, across the body and my body, and restored the excitement of the past, adding a poetic ancient rhyme to the bridge.

Reminiscing, I recall the bridge of my hometown.

Fifth grade: bloody frost