I woke up in a dream, and it was foggy outside. A moment later, the carnelian sun rose in the east and grew larger and larger, emitting a warm light.
I got dressed and went for a walk along the bridge. Look, the warm sunshine made the grass by the bridge sprout, and the fruit trees blossomed. The willow tree has sprouted tender green branches. A gust of wind blew, willow branches swaying with the wind, as if the sister's long hair, caressing the tender cheeks under the bridge.
In the forest over the little bridge, there are many people, some are walking, some are looking at the scenery, some are drawing ......
Then look at the river, the group of tadpoles and small fish, their mothers are teaching them to learn their skills.
There are also many people practicing on the bridge, both old and young. Some of the old people are playing tai chi, some are dancing with swords. Some young people are practicing punching and kicking, and some are practicing long jump. The laughter spread all over the creek. You see, the old grandfather playing taijiquan bent his legs slightly and pushed out his hands slowly. A moment is a fist, a moment is a palm. A lift of the leg, a stomp, just in the soft, soft with hard. Then look at the old grandpa who dances with a sword, the sword in his hand is shining under the sun. Just see him left a stab, right a cut, a moment to chop, a moment to pick. Don't look at his age, but the action is very nimble, like a young man of twenty or thirty years old.
Looking at this charming scenery, I was happy to say to the old grandpa beside me, "It is a pity that I am not a painter, otherwise, I will use the colorful brush to draw this charming spring morning picture of the small bridge."
Hometown Bridge 2My hometown is a small town with beautiful mountains and water. Every year, my dad takes me back to my hometown for vacation.
A clear stream flows in the bosom of my hometown. Several small bridges of different sizes and shapes lie across the stream. Some are like the old man engraved with the vicissitudes of time, some are like a bland handkerchief, some are like a crescent moon, some are like a rainbow ...... Along the banks of the stream, thick green willow, brilliant mountain flowers dotted between ...... small bridges and flowing water, just like a light ink painting of Jiangnan.
I love the small bridge in my hometown. Once passing by the creek, my father asked me if I wanted to know the past of the small bridge. "Of course." Dad pointed to the near side of the creek across a stone pier said: "This is the bridge hundreds of years ago, people in order to travel conveniently, in the creek a few feet apart erected a block of stone piers in the top of the span and line." And pointed a few dozen meters upstream of a one-meter-wide stone bridge, said: "This is the Great Leap Forward period built, but the piers in the middle of the creek can not withstand flooding often collapsed." He turned over and pointed to a rambling bridge downstream and said, "This was built in the early reform period to develop production, but it is often blocked by typhoons and floods in summer." He then pointed to a stone arch bridge a few dozen meters away and said, "This is a cross-district highway bridge built a few years ago, and look at the endless stream of traffic!" I looked, a majestic bridge, like a rainbow across the two sides of the river, really the moat into the road. He then said excitedly, "It is said that the upstream development zone will be built across the two sides of the pre-stressed cable-stayed bridge."
I was thinking a lot, looking at a few small bridges in front of me, as if the old man was talking about the town's distant past. Thinking, thinking, my eyes lit up. Oh! This bridge is not exactly the hometown of the town in the reform flood epitomizes it? This bridge is not carrying the hope of both sides of the river, leading the people of his hometown to happiness, harmony, the road? I more longing for the future drawbridge majestic ......
Ah! I love my hometown bridge!
Hometown bridge 3Grandma's house door there is a small bridge, although it is just to cross a stinky ditch next to Grandma's house, so with three pieces of wood three or four meters long paved, mom said not counted as a bridge, but in my mind, it is my childhood memories
Whenever I go to Grandma's house, stepped on it, I will remember the two things that happened beside it, the first is, that time, I and my brother are were very cold, and my brother looked at the matches in the name and said, "Why don't we pick some grass on the side to get a fire to warm our hands." I said, "OK, wait a minute, I'll pull some dead grass to make a fire." Then we brought the grass over one by one, and in a short time we piled up a small mountain, I found an iron bar, I took a little bit of grass on the side, and immediately my brother lit the fire, and "wow" the fire was burning! My brother threw the match on the withered grass, so that the withered grass followed the fire, I hastened to add the withered grass, my brother pulled a handful of withered grass and threw it in, my brother was tired, I pulled again, I was tired, my brother pulled again, until the withered grass is almost finished pulling. We didn't put out the fire until our hands were warm. My hands are cut by the grass a cut, but I'm still very happy, because I will get their own fire.
Another time I realized that the gutter was dry, and I said, "How about we go down and play?" My brother said, "As long as you dare, I dare." I said, "Good! I'll go down there, and you must come right up and play." He didn't dare, so I had to talk for a long time before he came down, and we were down there catching ducks, and Brother went up a little while later, and he said, "Hurry up, the adults are coming." I went up in a hurry, I said, "Luckily you are there!"
When I walked on the mossy bridge, I thought of my hometown and the small bridge in my hometown.
The small bridge spans the river, is the famous arch bridge since I remember, he has existed. Mom told me that the bridge has been cast several decades of history, and it is he who carries the livelihood of our village. Farmers used this bridge to walk across the river every day to take care of their crops. Everyone in the village is grateful for this bridge.
The bridge is very long and wide. During festivals, there are always vendors of all sizes setting up stalls on both sides of the bridge, bustling with activity! The people who come and go cover the whole bridge, so this day is not allowed to vehicles walking. Farmers also put down their burdens and buy things on the bridge. Although it is crowded and crowded, this is my favorite place. Because of the simplicity and kindness of the people here, and because it smells like home. A burst of what communion smashed in the sound of bargaining, but extraordinarily clear and beautiful.
When I was a child, I always love to stand on the small bridge, looking down at the water in the river, look at the water swimming around the fish, both envious of their freedom, but also for them to stay in the water feel sorry.
Now next to the small bridge, there is a new bridge, longer than the small bridge, wider, and more elegant. Countless cars go around on it, replacing the original small bridge work, but it can never replace the small bridge in our hearts.
The small bridge is always present in our hearts.
The small bridge in my hometown 5
Not far from my home there is a bridge, it is not as majestic as those bridges on the big rivers and streams, but it reveals the rustic simplicity of the style of his hometown, and its name is Dongsheng Bridge, and I love it.
The bridge is not big, only two or three people walking side by side, across the two sides of the aqueduct, about thirteen meters long. It is made of stone and cement, with stone pillars on both sides of the handrail, because it also went through decades of wind and rain, the surface looks a little worn out. Although it seems narrow and small and old, but to our people on both sides of the free flow, bring a lot of convenience, for both sides of the market economy has made a great contribution to the prosperity.
In the morning, the morning light dew, the bridge on both sides of the lively, there is a morning rush of footsteps, there are women washing clothes of the playful sound, there are also elementary school students go to school the sound of laughter ...... These sounds are like a pleasant and melodious symphony, let a person rejoice and encouragement, invigorating spirit. The fragrant fried noodles, steaming hot mixed tons and rice noodles in the small food store beside the bridge attracted many passers-by. More and more people on the bridge, everyone talking and laughing sound into a piece, echoing in the bridge over, echoing on both sides of the aqueduct.
At night, the moonlight shines on the water channel under the bridge, flooded with stars, the lights on both sides of the river, the bridge silently, quietly on both sides of the bridge, it is like a mighty warrior guarding the peace of the residents on both sides of the river.
Looking at the bridge, I can't help but think of Liu Yuxi's poem "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs - Bamboo Branch": "East of the bridge, west of the bridge is a good willow, people come and go singing line."
Hometown of the small bridge ah, I will always love you!
Yongning River is the mother river of our hometown, she is like a huge dragon across Huangyan. On both sides of the river, there are high-rise buildings. On the embankment of the river, the weeping willow, hanging down the slender willow, in the light wind blowing like a young girl's long flowing hair.
Even in the rainy season, the water of Yongning River does not rise. People on both sides of the river rely on it to irrigate their fields and wash their clothes. A breeze blew, the river surface spread a ripple, as if a white skirt swinging with the wind, beautiful, the river "quack -" cute ducklings can not help but swim up in the river to swim.
A long Yongning Bridge, across the river. The north bank of the bridge is a farmer's market. Every day, there are many people driving trucks, from the city to buy fresh food, transported to the city center. The south bank is a block of skyscrapers rising up like a soldier holding a steel gun, guarding the Yongning River.
My hometown is very close to the bridge, just walk a few minutes to the bridge. Standing on the bridge, I appreciate the scenery under the bridge, is at this time. A yacht slid over a large piece of floating weeds and broke up the weeds. The river rippled and sparkled.
I love my old home, which is where I was born. My family lived on the first floor. The front yard is very empty, the yard is planted with an osmanthus tree, when the osmanthus blooms, not to say look floating ten miles, at least before and after a dozen neighbors, no not immersed in the osmanthus fragrance. In the front yard, there is a large forest in front. A large spring shoots from the ground out of the little head curious to look at the world.
I love my hometown, the beautiful scene, y imprinted in my mind.
The small bridge in my hometown7My grandfather's house is in the Oriental Forest, where there is a small river with a small bridge that sits over it like a dragon. The bridge is about twenty meters long, wide enough to accommodate two cars, the entire bridge is made of steel, stone and cement, the bridge is on both sides of the guardrail, the guardrail in the middle of every few meters there is a stone pillar. Some of the guardrails have been broken due to years of disrepair. But this is the only small bridge into the field, not only for the Oriental people's transportation has brought convenience, more children like me added a lot of fun.
In summer, the red sun shines on the earth, far away, the small bridge against the hot sun, still steady across the small river, the river gurgling, as if in praise of the small bridge is not afraid of hard work, the spirit of silent dedication. Last summer vacation, my father and I came to the bridge every day than throwing stones, my father is really good, a stone can hit two water drift. In the blink of an eye, the end of summer vacation, I was reluctant to leave the East and the small bridge of my dreams.
This spring, I came to the small bridge again. However, it has long been not the look of summer, like wearing new clothes, may be about to celebrate the New Year's sake. The bridge is covered with thick snow, the center of a few deep ruts, some scattered footprints on both sides, it must be the pedestrians left behind to cross the river. Even though the bridge had changed, I couldn`t stop my excitement, and my sister and I had a snowball fight on the bridge. The snow hit her face and turned her into a snowman; the snow hit my head and turned me into a white-browed, white-bearded "Santa Claus."...... Whenever I play with my friends, I think of the small bridge in the east. When will I be able to go back to my grandfather's house and see the bridge that brought me so much joy in my childhood?
Hometown bridge8My hometown lives in the prosperous Ningbo, where there are many bridges. Such as Qinqiao, Lingqiao, Yongjiang Bridge, etc., but my favorite is the Qinqiao. Although the Qin Bridge is young, but its charm is not inferior to the Ling Bridge, Yongjiang Bridge and other bridges.
The Qin Bridge is very majestic, and it spans the Fenghua River. Qin Bridge on both sides of the railing, every meter there is a pentatonic treble symbols, like a little girl dancing beautifully. Qin bridge in the middle of a tall bow frame, which stands neat and even thirty-four steel wire rope, they are like a string, and bow frame composed of a huge harp. Under the bridge, the "wow, wow ......" sound of flowing water, as if a beautiful tune ...... these beautiful scenery composed of a joyful music. In the evening, the bridge in the sunset illumination, as if a gorgeous rainbow looks more charming. Qin bridge on both sides of the sidewalk on the Xu Xu hustle and bustle of the flow of people, like a ribbon. The endless stream of cars on the road of the bridge is like the rushing waves on the sea. Sunset, the bridge bridge lights "swish" a two, that a bridge lights emit white light, like the bridge to the Qinqiao put on a silver-white clothes. Standing on the bridge, looking into the distance lights, fire mountain flickering, beautiful! Look down and look at the river rolling east river, sparkling, in a joyful play.
I love the bridge in my hometown, more like the Qinqiao! I wish the Qinqiao Bridge will always be young, beautiful, and always vibrant and energetic!
In my hometown there is a very ordinary bridge. Although he is not as tall and majestic as the cable-stayed bridge, and not as lofty and majestic as the overpass, but, in my heart and my hometown, this ordinary bridge is the god in our hearts.
In the spring when everything revives, this beautiful bridge seems to have awakened. In the spring, the hometown flowers bloom when very colorful, grass grows luxuriant, swallows fly back, like only green rendering without ink line outline of the Chinese painting. Willow girl's hair down, this picture scroll makes the hometown of the small bridge into a heaven on earth, how beautiful scenery ah!
In summer, more people, the bridge became lively, because the summer is the hottest ah! People have to stand on the bridge, suddenly a cool wind blowing, so that the guys cool, people always look forward to the next wind is even cooler. When it is very hot, some people jump into the river, and all of a sudden, coolness is brought to us.
In the fall, the autumn high, the bridge has a burst of falling leaves. Little ants looking for food, accidentally fell on the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves with the wind, so that the little ants enjoy a free long trip.
In winter, the bridge was thick with snow, and the children played on it, and although they fell on their faces, they smiled and got up to continue playing.
We grow up day by day, the bridge grows old year by year, but the bridge still bends its weak waist night and day to let us pass.
The bridge is so beautiful all year round, and I love it.
In our village, there is a small flat bridge, it is very selfish, not willing to give people. Whenever people cross the bridge, it will use all its strength to throw the people who cross the bridge into the river, so that people are afraid, do not dare to cross the bridge again.
Soon, people built a small arch bridge next to the bridge. Although the small arch bridge is not as beautiful as the small flat bridge, but it is willing to contribute to the people, no matter how others step on it, step on it, it does not say a word, quietly help others.
Once, a hairy grandmother to cross the small arch bridge, because there are up and downhill, so walking very hard. Seeing that it was very difficult for the grandmother to cross the bridge, the little arch bridge took the initiative to straighten its own body, so that the grandmother could cross the bridge very smoothly.
When the little flat bridge saw that the little arch bridge was helping others all day long, and letting others walk on its body, it cursed itself for being a big fool.
Time flies, and two years have passed. The small arch bridge to do these good things one by one in the heart of the small flat bridge, the small flat bridge slowly by the small arch bridge helpful spirit touched, the heart feels very ashamed. It thought to itself: if the little bridge can help others, why can't I? But time can not be turned back, is the little flat bridge sad time, a little boy accidentally ran on the little flat bridge. So instead of flinging the little boy into the creek, the Little Flat Bridge smiled and sent the little boy on his way.
The little boy felt strange after crossing the bridge and ran all the way to tell his family. At first, the family did not believe what he said, and then, until a bold man crossed the bridge, proved what the boy said.
After that, the two bridges were generalized and made more beautiful with their own tools.
The earliest bridges that remain in our memories are not the best bridges in the world, but some of the small bridges in our hometown.
The first thing I remember is the bridges in my hometown, which are not the best bridges in the world, but some of the small bridges.
Hometown ditch is not wide, just a dozen meters, set up in the ditch on the bridge are very simple, often below the two piers, the top frame a few pieces of wide slabs, and these slabs are not tightly arranged, the two slabs below the general will have a large gap. But this bridge is also considered a decent bridge, people walk on the bridge steady, very convenient, no longer have to wade, also do not have to go around the long way on this temporary bridge will be fond of the bridge will also be grateful to the person who set up the bridge. Just this small bridge is too thin, perhaps a passing oxcart, the bridge will be deformed. If there is a heavy rain, much of the soil will be taken away from the bridge, revealing the skeleton of the bridge. Perhaps a few industrious villagers would re-skin the bridge. But after a year of life, the small bridge can no longer carry the mission it once did ......
When you stand on the bridge, have you ever wondered how you would get across without it? You can roll up your pant legs and trickle across, but what if you encounter a big river, you can't always walk across like a stream.
Hometown bridge, it is this kind of silent, selfless spirit, it is worth every one of us to learn.
A stone arch bridge in my hometown, which is not as majestic as Zhaozhou Bridge and not as famous as Zhaozhou Bridge, but it brings convenience to the travel of people in my hometown and joy to my childhood.
It is like a finely crafted arch, a beautiful arc, under the bridge flows the blue clear water, surrounded by green lawns and thick trees everywhere, birds chirping on the branches, the water from time to time will swim a few ducks. Standing on the bridge to enjoy the scenery, and then breathe the fresh air, it is really interesting.
The stone arch bridge on both sides of the railing carved with exquisite patterns, such as "Jade Rabbit", "dragon flying phoenix dance", "double dragons playing pearls", each one has an auspicious and beautiful name. The name of the company is "Jade Rabbit", "Dragon" and "Double Dragon".
My friends and I often go to this stone arch bridge to play, sometimes race to run, see who first to the other end of the bridge, sometimes standing on the bridge, than who threw the stone thrown the furthest, and sometimes with a thin slice of stone to hit the water, looking at the stone jumping on the water surface, we feel incredibly happy in the heart. Tired of playing, we sat on the prominent stone piers by the bridge railing, gossiping, telling jokes, talking about TV programs ...... in this laughter we ushered in a round of sunrise, sent away a smear of evening sun.
Hometown bridge although ordinary, but it is the hometown of "Zhaozhou Bridge", is my childhood memories.
My hometown has a clear river with a simple bridge.
Over the years, the bridge has experienced countless storms and rains, the body printed countless strings of traces of pressure, but he is still stable lying there, still the same.
Whenever I walk on this bridge, the mood is so pleasant, under the bridge, underwater fish swimming leisurely. In the air, joyful birds flying freely, the breeze blew, mirror-like water ripples gently, reflected in the river surface of the bridge shadow, with the ripples slightly trembling, like the arc of the pentatonic, that fish also seems to be jumping notes, I often can not help the joy of the inner surprise, I really want to sing a nursery rhyme I like, but I'm afraid of frightening the birds on the branches, and I would really like to fill in a dance of praise, but I'm afraid of frightening away the fish under the bridge. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it.
The bridge, I love you. Although you do not have the Red Army uncle walked across the wire bridge as prestigious, not as majestic as the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge, but you are very tall in my heart. You do not for the summer heat, winter cold, silently bowed body, allowing people to step on your back, allowing the wheels on your back rolling pressure, you silently withstand all kinds of pressure, from not a complaint, this hometown bridge, how much hometown people, simple, quiet and strong, never ask for, but just selfless dedication, dedication.
Ah! Hometown bridge - I love you. You are a firm bridge in my child's heart, a simple bridge, a bridge that shines with haze.
My hometown is a mountain village surrounded by mountains, there are a lot of crystal clear streams, that clear stream always trickling, never dry. Our ancestors built a small bridge over these crisscrossing streams. Some of them are wooden bridges paved with wood, it is like a balance beam on the gymnasium, both straight and smooth; some are built with stone stone arch bridge, it is like a rainbow hanging in the sky after the spring rain, beautiful ...... these different forms of small bridges, like a beautiful painting in front of people's eyes, which demonstrates the ingenuity of our ancestors, both to see and to enjoy the beauty of the bridge. The ingenuity of our ancestors, both ornamental and practical.
Hometown of the small bridge although after thousands of years of trials and tribulations, despite the scars, but they are still very strong towering above those creeks, from morning to night never rested. Those people who go out early and return late and the size of livestock as long as they go out have to walk on them, the body of the bridge has left generation after generation of footprints. However, they are always so uncomplaining, silently bear a variety of light or heavy pressure and burden. Their dedication to self-sacrifice and selflessness will always be respected and praised.
Hometown mountains are beautiful, the field is also beautiful, but I think the most beautiful or hometown bridge, beauty is beautiful in their kind of generous quality! The beauty of the beauty of the spirit of never bowing down, I love my hometown, I love my hometown bridge.
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Hometown Bridge 15My hometown in Sichuan, where the mountains are beautiful, pleasant scenery. It is a shallow hill area where there are many terraces. Near the terraces there is a river of blue water with a stone bridge over it.
The bridge is very ordinary, no different from other bridges. But it brings convenience to people's life. The bridge is eighteen meters long, about two meters wide, this bridge has six piers, belonging to a pedestrian bridge. In the upper reaches of the bridge 30 meters there is a weir, some villagers often wash clothes on the weir, there are some small children come here to play with the water, they beat the splash, splash wet clothes, play can be happy. Some bold children simply jumped into the river to catch small fish and shrimp. Normally, the river is calm and will not flood the weir, but in case of a flood, the weir will be flooded, and may also flood the stone bridge. Because of the protection of the weir, the impact of the flood is not so strong, so the bridge will not be washed away. This also shows the wisdom of the townspeople.
The bridge is not only convenient but also strong. It's been more than a hundred years since the day it was built, and it's weathered the storms, but the bridge sits there like a warrior, unmoving.
The bridge is ordinary. It is not as majestic as the Zhaozhou Bridge, not as majestic as the Lugou Bridge, and it is like an inconspicuous ugly duckling in many bridges. Many people have stepped over it, leaving many footprints on it!
I love my hometown bridge.