The treasure of Qingyuan - Covered Bridge

My hometown Qingyuan is a covered bridge with the reputation of “the hometown of the bridge”. There are various shapes of bridges everywhere in Qingyuan.

It has an important position in the space and time of the bridge in Qingyuan China: the wooden arch bridge with the exact age and the longest life in the country - such as Longqiao, the largest single-hole span of the Ming Dynasty wooden arch bridge - Lanxi Bridge The longest single-hole wooden arch bridge in the country's gallery - Huangshui Changqiao, the oldest wooden arch bridge in the country with historical records - Daji Shuangmen Bridge and Putian Bridge, all within the territory of Qingyuan. The bridge is wide and large, a bit like a unique brown-red banana; a flying horn, and a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

In the summer, walking in the empty covered bridge, as if walking through the underworld path, all kinds of unique windows make me seem to go to the antique wooden house. Sitting on a wooden chair, looking up, looking at the beautiful scenery, satisfying my curious eyes, the breeze smashed, and messed up my hair, I was intoxicated by this ancient bridge.

It was raining, and people without umbrellas went crazy to the ancient bridge; the weather was fine, the glare of the sun’s father-in-law roasted the earth, people sat in the ancient bridge and talked and laughed; leisurely old people accompanied by their peers, together with friends in the ancient bridge Playing chess, practicing Tai Chi, and laughing and laughing filled the entire bridge.

Everyone went back before the last rays of the sun disappeared into the horizon. Have dinner, quietly walk in the bridge, talk about family affairs, talk about the most interesting things of the day, leisurely content. Under the illumination of the lanterns, these ancient cities are more dazzling under the backdrop of the willow trees.

Late at night, in that voice, a large group of people came out of the bridge and returned to their homes, and there was a voice of ridicule and farewell. The bridge gradually became quiet, the river level was like a mirror, and even the reflection of the stars did not tremble. The silence enveloped this quaint bridge castle, and the ancient bridge fell asleep again. The clear water, the blue sky and the moonlight all put a thin layer of silver on the castle.

Fifth grade: Wang Yuxin