The narrative of the bridge, 1, is surrounded by beautiful scenery. There is a charming scenery downstairs in my house.
There is a Zhanghua Bridge downstairs in my house. Tall, it is at the junction of the intersection, and its mighty figure can be seen everywhere around. People who pass by will be in awe.
During the day, the sun shines all over the earth, and the bridge is golden. The vehicles on the bridge roared past, and the sunlight reflected by the vehicles was very dazzling. In this way, Zhanghua Bridge has added a luster. The big pillars supported under the bridge are like tall and powerful people trying to lift the whole bridge.
Under the bridge is a small garden, which is round as a whole. The trees are lush. The flowers and plants in it are all planted in a winding way. From a distance, it looks like a cross winding path. A tree is tall and strong, dotted with scenery. The United States and China have added another piece of green.
At night, Zhanghuaqiao is even more beautiful. Countless lights are on, just like colorful pearls. There are yellow, blue and white ... dazzling, and there are many lights on the distant vehicles. As if immersed in the world of lights. In the surrounding buildings, we protect our home like soldiers.
I love my family, and I love people who give silently.
Narration 2 of Bridge: "Tell me about yourself. All you do is read such extracurricular books all day. Is it helpful for your study? " My mother grabbed the book from my hand and pointed it at my nose and shouted.
"Why don't you give me any freedom! ? I'm tired of studying. Is it illegal to read a book for a while? " I said I was not convinced.
"Yes, do something wrong and talk back? If you don't care about me, don't stay in this house. Let's go You go! " Mom said very angrily.
"Well, go away! Afraid of you! ? I really have no language with you! I'm leaving and I'm never coming back! " I grabbed my schoolbag and ran out of the house, leaving my mother alone.
Sitting in the classroom, my heart calmed down a lot. Thinking of the last sentence I said, I can't help feeling a little regretful and not going home? So where am I going after school? Go home, mom will definitely say me, no, I can't go back! Different from usual, today I hope that time will pass slowly and I will not leave school.
But after school, I walked out of the school gate, and my heart has been wandering. Forget it, let's go home. Where can I go without going home? I sighed and moved home slowly. Arriving at the door, I pushed the door open and unlocked it. I put my head in. There is no one in the yard. I crept into the living room. My mother is sitting on the sofa watching TV. I wanted to call "mom", but I swallowed it back. I gently opened the bedroom door, walked in, closed the door and took a deep breath.
Hey, what's that? There is a small pink envelope on the desk. I opened it gently, and there was a letter in it, written by my mother. The content is:
My good boy, you have grown up. Mom loves you, but she finds that my love has become a burden to you and an obstacle for you to hate your mother. Mother knows that she is wrong. Can you forgive her? Let this letter be a bridge between us and tell your mother your troubles and worries, ok? Love your mother forever.
Although the letter was short, after reading it, my eyes were blurred by tears. I have such an understanding mother. Why did I make him angry? I picked up a pen and wrote down my apology, hoping that my mother would forgive me. Told her about the pressure of my study. The unhappiness between friends, the troubles suppressed in my heart. After I said it, I felt much more relaxed.
The next day, my mother wrote back to me. Gave me a lot of advice to solve the problem and comforted and encouraged me with my mother's warm words. This little pink envelope has become a bridge between my mother and me.
People often say that there is a generation gap at the age of three. Although exaggerated, it illustrates the characteristics of modern young people. Poor and kind parents in the world, and young people who pursue self-esteem and self-improvement, tear down that wall in your heart, and it will become a bridge to harmony and happiness.
Narration of Bridge 3 I remember that in an art class, the teacher taught us to make paper bridges by hand. I think of them.
The most impressive bridge is neither high nor big. There are only a few dozen stone slabs across the river. Due to the low height, the spray will accidentally splash on the bridge deck. When crossing that bridge, I felt particularly thrilling and brought me happiness when I was naughty as a child. On the other side of the bridge is my primary school, so every time I walk like that, I feel anxious. The bridge deck is not very flat and spacious, so be very careful to avoid accidentally falling into the river from it. I always look down at the road under my feet, but the bridge is too short, and I can clearly see the running water and grass in the river. Sometimes I jump out of a whirlpool or two, turn around and bow my head to get dizzy. The most wrong feeling is to stand in the middle of the bridge and look around. Who is walking on the bridge? ! It's like a bridge floating on the water, drifting in the direction of the current, which is terrible. I still remember one time when the weather was a little bad and there was no car, so I had to take the bridge. I feel very dizzy as soon as I get up. After a few steps, I seemed to fall to the right and didn't want to leave. But at the thought of being late for school, I crustily skin of head and walked on. Thinking of the scene at that time, I really don't know why I didn't fall. How lucky! But when it rains, the river will rise and flood the bridge deck, so you can't walk that bridge. Now that I have moved, I have never been there again. Maybe it has been dismantled now! The river looks so calm and strange.
When I walk to school, I don't go to the small bridge, but I always pass the S bridge. This bridge is relatively wide and high. Once I was bored with my good friends, so I stood on the sidewalk on the bridge, blowing the wind and looking at the surrounding scenery. Although she and I are both afraid of heights, we still look down at the running water under the bridge. The cool breeze blows gently, messing up our hair. If you add the sunset, it should feel good! However, after graduation, we never met again. Standing alone on the bridge deck, letting the wind blow your hair and thoughts. I can't find my footprints anymore, because the crowds coming and going have dispelled my sight.
Actually, there are many bridges, but where were they in the past? Where are they in the future?
In my heart.
Look at the colored paper in your hand, and then look at the handmade bridge works in the art book. I picked up the scissors and cut the floor.
The narrative of the bridge 4 The wooden bridge at the back door of my hometown was finally demolished and replaced with cement. Although it is still in its original position. But every time I go home, I always feel incongruous with the old house in my hometown, which always reminds people of the old bridge creaking in the wind and rain.
The old bridge at home is made of several peach trees. The peach tree has not been treated, and the dark bark remains on it. After years of wind and rain, the bark finally fell off, but there was still a piece stubbornly attached to it, which was covered with green algae. When the wind blows, it always wobbles from side to side, falters, but does not fall. We calmly endured the brothers jumping around on it and the heavy wheels of our mother-in-law. The bridge is less than two meters long, but the whole family always likes to cross it, because to go to the market, it takes hundreds of meters more to walk from the main entrance than to cross the bridge.
In my memory, there is always running water under the bridge, because the ditch under the bridge is connected with grandpa's fish pond. The water in the ditch is always so clear that countless small fish play under the bridge. The bridge is the only foothold on the water, which is cleaner than other places and naturally attracts the attention of brothers. So we often lie on the bridge to fish and dig crabs. Playing with mud laugh, the bridge was also amused, swinging from side to side and laughing.
This bridge is very old. That time, my brother bluffed, saying not to cross the bridge, but to jump over the ditch and fall into the water. I stood by the bridge and pulled him. Because the bridge was not fixed properly, the block I stepped on became warped, and I fell into the water and bit into the mud. Adults stamped their feet and clapped their hands on the bridge to comfort my brother and me. But I don't know where this bridge can withstand such a blow. We didn't go home through the back door.
Looking back at the market, the bridge was gone. Maybe he is crying under the thick bamboo shade, maybe he has ...
The old bridge left silently, just like a cleaner in the city now, serving people all his life until he can no longer do this job. The ancient bridge was trampled all my life, but it finally drifted away with my childhood and never came back.
In the narrative of Bridge 5, we sometimes give our love, such as walking in the street, we will give alms to beggars; When children accidentally fall, we will help them up. ...
Me too. That time, in kindergarten, the teacher gave us a small pile of Mu Cha to play with. A child next to me said, "I'm not enough. Can I have some? " I gave her a little without hesitation, although at first the teacher only sent me five or six tablets.
Once, my rabbit had a small tumor on the back of its ass. I am very anxious because I like it so much. I quickly asked my mother, "Does it matter if there is a tumor behind?" Do you want to go to the pet hospital? "Mom said to me," don't worry about this. Your grandfather said that as long as you can eat and drink, a few days will do. "Sure enough, a few days later, the tumor disappeared.
There are many good people around us, such as giving way to the elderly on the bus and so on. Eight honors and eight shames say: "Be proud of loving the motherland and be ashamed of endangering the motherland;" Be proud of serving the people and ashamed of deviating from the people; Proud of advocating science and ashamed of ignorance; Proud of hard work, ashamed of leisure, and disgusted with work; Be proud of unity and mutual assistance, and be ashamed of harming others and benefiting themselves; Be proud of honesty and trustworthiness, and be ashamed of forgetting righteousness at the expense of profit; Be proud of obeying the law and discipline, and be ashamed of violating the law and discipline; Proud of hard work, ashamed of arrogance and extravagance.
We must have love, only pay, there will be a return!
Narration of the Sixth Bridge I love Wuhu Bridge, I love Stone Bridge, I love Rouqiao, but I love the beautiful Blue Moon Bridge more.
Overlooking the endless Blue Moon Bridge, it is very magnificent. It is like a dragon lying across the Dasha River, and it is like a rainbow across the banks of the Dasha River. Several huge piers stand firmly in the water, like giant arms, holding the Blue Moon Bridge high.
Standing on the Moon Bridge, rows of street lamps are arranged neatly, like a team waiting for inspection, decorating the Moon Bridge very beautifully. The bridge deck is made of reinforced concrete, which is firm and flat.
Blue Moon Bridge is a brightly lit and starry bridge. It is also a bridge that hometown people expect. During the day, most of the people coming and going on the bridge are students going to or from school, relaxed old people and busy office workers. At night, the bridge is resplendent and bright as day, becoming a scenic spot in my hometown, attracting people for sightseeing, entertainment and leisure. This bridge shortens the distance from the county seat to Linze No.1 Middle School, so that my brothers, sisters and companions can go to school safely and go home safely, and the wishes of many Linze parents for many years can be realized.
At night, lanterns are put together. Colorful neon lights flashing around are really beautiful. Street lamps are neatly arranged on the bridge. These street lamps are like sparkling gems, which clearly outline the outline of the bridge.
I love Blue Moon Bridge, and I love my hometown even more. Because it is the crystallization of our hard work and wisdom.
The narrative of the bridge 7 The bridge is still the same bridge, and the people crossing the bridge have not changed. It's a pity that the last people have left. -inscription
My relationship with my grandfather has always been bad. We are like people at both ends of the bridge, and no one wants to go forward. When I was a child, I hated my grandfather. Smoking and drinking all day, in a daze, and getting drunk from time to time. I want it to die ...
Who was Cheng Xiang having dinner with at noon that day? He suddenly opened the door and smelled alcohol. I rolled my eyes at him and ignored him. Grandma didn't complain when she saw it, so she rushed into the room to tidy up. My grandmother has been busy all morning, and now she has to clean up the mess for him. I thought about it, but the next second, he somehow lost his job. I couldn't bear it. I swore at him. At that time, I wanted to have a big fight with him. Without saying a word, he quietly cleaned up the dirty floor and went back to his room, leaving only my grandmother and I as if we were sure to win.
Then I realized that my grandfather didn't lose to me, but he let me. Looking back on the past, those good things have always been treasured in my heart, and those bad things will eventually become regrets. On the night of grandpa's death, I came to his coffin, clutching the ugly hairpin grandpa gave me. Looking at the fire and the plumes of smoke from my body, I can't help thinking of many things, if I were more rational. Won't you leave so many regrets? Before I knew it, I was in tears, with my head down, staring at this hairpin that I didn't like. In a corner, I silently pinned it on my head, which was the first time I pinned a hairpin on my head. I don't know why, I always have the illusion that my grandfather put it on me, and my tears welled up again. This is a threat, and it doesn't mean to stop. I bit my hand, trying not to make a sound, and gradually calmed down. I also want to go back to my home. Grandpa and I will never meet again.
On the way, I realized that my grandfather was only one step away from me and the bridge was not far. As long as I took that small step, I wouldn't have so many regrets now.
At noon on July 30, I just walked out of the badminton hall of the old sports school and found that thunder was rolling and the wind was blowing hard, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. Grandma and I got into a taxi and hurried home. I only heard the rain beating on the roof, and a lot of rain accumulated on the ground in the blink of an eye. They scrambled to swim to the sewer as if they were "killing" something. People without umbrellas are hurriedly sheltering from the rain, and even the big trees on the roadside have become "soup trees". The taxi accelerated onto the Huajin Bridge. Unexpectedly, the car just passed Huajin Bridge, but the weather turned into another scene-there was almost no rain on the ground, only the big trees on the roadside were shaken by the wind. Hey, what happened? I looked back and forth curiously. Did my taxi just pass the automatic car wash?
Why is there such a weather phenomenon? When I go home and check the Internet, I know that this kind of rain is called convective rain, which often appears in the hot afternoon or evening, often accompanied by strong winds and heavy precipitation. The strong thermal convection of the underlying surface (the earth's surface at the bottom of the atmosphere) produces large cumulonimbus clouds. Because it is a local large convection, the area of cumulonimbus clouds will not be too large, which leads to the weather phenomenon that it rains in some areas and it does not rain in some areas.
On a short bridge, I actually saw the scene of "sunrise in the south of the bridge and rain in the north of the bridge", which was amazing!
One day, in the football training ground, when I shot the ball forward with a big foot, I saw the football under my feet suddenly shine brightly.
Then, my eyes blurred. After a long time, my vision gradually became clear. I saw me sitting in the audience, and our China football team was playing against the German football team. I thought, I don't need to see this. The German football team must have won. However, I didn't expect a miracle to happen. Our China football team scored several goals in a row! My eyes are getting bigger and bigger. I don't understand. What the hell is going on? Amid warm applause and cheers, I was dumbfounded to hear the announcer's result: China team won! Germany actually conceded five goals. God, let me take a closer look. The lesson of the German team looks terrible. I'm so angry! I burst out laughing.
Suddenly, my eyes blurred again. Less than a minute later, I found myself watching the World Cup final: the match between Brazil and China. Most importantly, the game has reached the second half, with only five minutes left. Brazil leads China by three goals. Five minutes, three goals! The gods are helpless. I sat in the audience in dismay, thinking: Actually, it's great that China can win the second or third place in the World Cup. Just then, a deafening cry came from the stadium: China, China! I get excited when I hear it. I stood up and looked around the stadium. During my two minutes in a daze, China scored two headers. Oh, my God! What's going on here? Before I could change my mind, China scored another corner! In a flash, China's striker rushed to Brazil's goal with the ball and scored a long-range goal. After the goal, the whistle sounded. The national anthem sounded, and China team members lifted the World Cup! The audience is boiling ...
Just when I was excited, a roar came: "Yang Yi, what are you doing? Hurry up and serve! " "The picture in front of me disappeared, and now only my teammates are waiting for me to serve! I kicked hard and the ball flew away, but it was no different from my previous training!
Hey, I hope I really have a magic football, so I can build a bridge to the World Cup for China football team!
The narrative of the bridge 10 Spring has come, the willows beside Nanshan Bridge Park have sprouted, and the soft catkins are floating in the air. On the peach tree, the pink peach blossoms are blooming, and I seem to have come to the place where the gods live. The buttonwood was shaken by the wind and the green leaves rang. All kinds of beautiful flowers in the park are also competing to open, attracting a large number of tourists to watch.
Summer is here, and the beautiful lotus flowers are in full bloom in the pond of Nanshan Bridge Park. The green leaves and pink flowers are very eye-catching. Ancient lotus seeds also bloom. This ancient lotus seed has a history of thousands of years. I heard that a scientist abroad is very interested in it and has been observing and studying it here.
Autumn has come, and the leaves on the big trees in the park have fallen, like dancing butterflies. The fruits of pear trees are all ripe and golden yellow. If you knock the fruit down, you will smell a fragrance, so you can't help taking a bite.
In winter, the trees are bare, but the pine trees are still as tall and straight as ever, as if the guards were defending Nanshan Bridge Park. Some children are making a snowman, others are having a snowball fight. How happy they are!
Nanshan Bridge Park, you are really the most beautiful park in my mind.
Comments: It is very valuable to write the beauty of Nanshan Bridge Park in the order of the four seasons. At the same time, the author can grasp the characteristics of the four seasons scenery in Nanshan Bridge Park and describe it. The language is fluent and beautiful, and metaphor and parallelism are used properly. The ending also plays a role in summarizing the full text.
Description of the bridge 1 1 There is a blue mountain line to the north of the wall and a white waterline to the east of the city. This is a poem in Li Bainan's expedition. Nanyang, referred to as "Wan" for short, has a jade belt-like river-Baihe, with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. There are five bridges on the Baihe River, and Gan Yang Bridge is one of them.
Gan Yang Bridge is located in the middle section of Binhe Road, which is the main throat and scenic spot for people and non-motor vehicles to reach the other side. Ganyang Bridge was built in 1993 with a construction period of 6 months. The bridge is 430 meters long and 8 meters wide. There are eight exquisite and unique cloud observation platforms on the bridge, and there is also a cloud observation platform. Standing on it is like standing on a cloud, similar to walking in a fairyland. People will stop and linger all year round, day and night. They either watch the sunrise and sunset, or watch waterfowl foraging and playing in the air or on the water, or watch colorful boat paintings rippling gently on the water. The bridge is supported by six V-shaped piers, with a width of about 8 meters. This arch structure not only saves building materials, but also can easily cross the boat and reduce the resistance of water, which really kills two birds with one stone. Ganyang Bridge is a landmark building in Nanyang, a famous landscape bridge and sightseeing bridge. The main bridge connects the north and south banks of Baihe tourist area with five rainbow spans, and the river across it is Nanyang section of Baihe. The bridge is located in the core area of Baihe Wetland Park in the downtown area of Nanyang, Henan Province. The connecting roads are Qiyi Road and Binhe Road on the north bank and Baihe Avenue and Huashan Road on the south bank. The total length of the main span does not include the approach bridge of non-reinforced concrete structure, and the span is about 86 meters per hole, with a total of 5 holes. The number of piers is 6 pairs of V-shaped piers. The types between cloud observatories larger than bridges are reinforced concrete and upper arch. The observation deck is cloud-shaped, semi-circular, ***4 to 8. "Inlaid" between every two arches on both sides of the bridge. The design unit is Nanyang City, and the construction unit is also Nanyang City.
In the morning, men, women and children on both sides of the Baihe River meet the first ray of sunshine in the morning and come to the square at the bridgehead to do morning exercises. Some of them play Tai Ji Chuan, some practice swords, some sing and some dance ... Standing on the bridge and looking down, the river is very clear, and there are several boats floating on the quiet river. People sit on it and chat, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time. The breeze blew and the river rippled. On both sides of the Baihe River, willows are harmonious, green grass is Ying Ying, and flowers and trees are lush. They set each other off and become interesting, forming a beautiful scenery. Gradually, more and more people, traffic on the bridge. Everyone who goes to work and school will pass by this bridge and start a busy day. ...
At night, as night falls, pedestrians on the bridge flow endlessly and vehicles come and go. Reflecting the clear river, it is more beautiful and moving. There are all kinds of colorful lights on the bridge, which are very beautiful. There are also shapes made of neon lights, including smugness, two dragons playing with pearls, and a flowing river with several boats swinging around. When the breeze blows, the river smiles, just like a fairy dancing ribbon. This bridge is not only strong, but also full of lovely monkeys. As night falls, colored lights dress up the bridge as a dreamlike fairy tale world. On both sides of the river, on the roadside, on the bridge and in the water, colorful lights are flashing and there is a group of brilliance. After a busy day, people came to Baihe by car, on foot or with their families, presenting a refreshing scene. People still don't want to go home until midnight. Coupled with moving spotlights and beautiful small colored lights, hundreds of men, women and children are dancing aerobics or ballroom dancing with the melodious music rhythm in the square at the northern end of Yuyang Bridge, which is a scene of singing and dancing. On both sides of the river, on the roadside, on the bridge and in the water, colorful lights are flashing everywhere. The five arches of the bridge emit colorful lights to dress up the Baihe River ... Groups of people walk on the bridge to visit the night market, and the children play on the playground at the bridgehead ... It was not until late at night that the square gradually recovered its calm.
Gan Yang Bridge, a beautiful bridge, a happy bridge and a convenient bridge, like a bright pearl embedded in a famous historical and cultural city, brings people joy and is the pride of Nanyang people.
The narrative of the bridge is 12 stone bridge, poet. It is always immersed in the scenery in the poem and the artistic conception of the scenery in the poem. Small bridges, flowing water, curling smoke and slender willows are always refreshing. For thousands of years, literati have been lingering in the charm of the integration of bridges and mountains and rivers. Small bridges and flowing water. "Indeed, in that secluded mountain village, there are indispensable buildings dotted with quiet pictures, forming a fascinating harmonious scene. The place where grandma's house is located is such a fairytale place.
The water slowly flows through bridge opening, and the sound of "Hua Hua" flutters in my ear like a music version. Willow branches on the shore fluttered in the wind, and bridges appeared in the picture like elves. Green-brown Shi Zhuan has a unique charm. Walking on the stone bridge, the footsteps followed the footsteps and walked slowly up. The sound of "snapping, snapping" echoed in my ears. Looking up, the lion on the stone fence looks like Zhao Zhouqiao in Zhao County, Hebei Province. Some lions hug their mother and son, some lions fight with each other, some look at the distance as if enjoying the scenery, some are whispering, as if talking about something, some lions are looking at each other, and their vivid expressions add a lot of color to this bridge. The bridge is less than 20 meters long, so it is easy to walk. Looking at the lion and listening to the sound of water, the blue sky overhead seems to be a beautiful landscape painting.
The narrative of the bridge 13 I remember the first time I went to Xinhua Bookstore to participate in the reader's action. My mother specially bought me a new dress, combed my hair, and then told me, "Don't be afraid to go on stage!" I nodded and thought: How can I not be afraid? This is my first time to participate in such an activity!
Although I am a fifth-grade student, I am afraid of being quiet. No matter what activities are held at school, I won't take part. Usually, the teacher asks me to speak in class, and my voice is also small, and I am often criticized by the teacher like a mosquito. This time, when I heard the teacher say that there was such an activity, my mother actually signed me up without asking my advice. This is really driving ducks to the shelves! So, before going on stage, I waited in front of the audience, my legs were weak, and I didn't want to go on that stage at all. However, the announcer shouted, "Let's invite Lin Xinyi to read aloud on the stage." I had to bite the bullet and walk onto the stage of the reader and sit in the chair in front of the loudspeaker. I opened the book and tried to cover my face with it, telling myself that there was no one down there and I was reading to myself. "In that ... distant sky ..."
However, my voice still trembled involuntarily. Although I stuttered, I finally finished reading. Before I walked off the stage, my tears were already spinning in my eyes. To my surprise, there was a burst of applause from the audience. I somehow thought of eiko. My heart is full of gratitude. On the way back that day, the teacher didn't criticize me, and invited me to join her in this activity next Saturday. I hesitated, looked at the teacher's eager eyes and remembered the applause from the audience. I still agreed.
The second time I stood on the reader's desk of Xinhua Bookstore, there were already two little boys and girls much younger than me reading Li Weng Duiyun, and a little girl who was only in grade one was reading Tang poetry. Their performance a week ago made me see myself on this stage for the first time. I couldn't help laughing on stage. This time, I am prepared, and this time, I have experience. ...
These two readings make me no longer the girl who doesn't take part in any activities, nor the girl who doesn't like to raise her hand and answer questions quietly in class. The reader's behavior is like a bridge, which makes me feel confident!