Looking through the gap of white clouds, the blue bricks on the bridge are reflected, and the clear reflections on the bridge are reflected on the sparkling water. ...
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I like the small bridge and the flowing water under it, because their combination constitutes a harmonious landscape. I like standing alone on the bridge, watching the changes of the four seasons, smelling the flowers and listening to the sound of running water on the bridge. It took me a while to find that the lotus in the water had already bloomed. White, pink ... From a distance, it looks like a vivid oil painting. "There are endless lotus leaves and different colors of lotus flowers." And "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head." Very similar to the previous scene.
Autumn comes in the blink of an eye, quietly. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall on the water with a sign and go with the river. Someone once said, "Is it the pursuit of the wind or the failure of the tree to keep the leaves?" I said, "I don't know."
When winter came, I put on a thick cotton-padded jacket and came to the small bridge. The wind in winter is as cool as running water; The winter night is as quiet as a bridge. A little hazy beauty, like a dream. On such a whirling night, the moonlight vaguely sprinkled on the silver water, stepped on the stone steps between the bridges, and let my thoughts drift away with the running water. On the bridge, the moonlight illuminates the dim road; Under the bridge, running water washes away the confused mind.
On the sparkling water, there is a clear reflection of a small bridge ...
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The faint flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the stone alum asks the fishing boat on the west bank.
Peach blossoms flow with the water when they enter the sun, and tears are at the edge of Qingxi.
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"Small bridge flowing water" always makes people feel quiet and beautiful. A few flowers are floating on the slowly flowing water, flowing across the curved bridge like a rainbow. Beautiful artistic conception is always forgotten by people in reality.
Running water seems to be on a mission. No matter how many people follow it, no matter how many things wander on it, it runs everywhere. No matter how long the road is, you run full of energy. It never stops. Flowing across the bridge, taking away the crying and unhappy feelings of the sad people: bringing new hope. Restore the peace of the past. Take away the bitter whispers and depressed mood of the lovelorn: bring new life. Restore old happiness. Take away the sadness, mourning and painful feelings of the unfortunate people and restore the laughter and laughter of the past.
People should be as clear as running water. Bright. If you like it, you must always pursue it before you reach your destination. Keep it up. Constantly longing, always longing with longing. Let childhood drift away from us. Let endless stories drift with the tide and find new sources. Walking on endless stone steps forever can only make time rush away.
Remember to slow down and look down at the flowers and plants on the roadside, look up at the vast sky, and carefully experience the slowly flowing water, which will make us go better and further.
Let sadness and pain go with the flowing water, and let beauty and happiness become a small bridge in our hearts, standing on the flowing water of sadness forever. Let happiness fill every moment of our lives!
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A clear stream gurgles around the village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are several weeping willows, and long soft willow branches are fluttering in the wind. Elegant dance is so beautiful and natural. Two or three branches are particularly long, hanging on the water and painted with sparkling ripples. When the waterfowl stands on its waist and sings, the running water also sings and makes a pleasant sound.
When it dries up, the stream will also dry up. Villagers usually rely on it to irrigate their fields, clean their clothes and decorate the scenery. Sometimes, it is just a thin spring, passing through the cracks in the stone. I and some friends, pull open the stone, looking for small fish and shrimp. Instead of catching them to eat, we keep them in glass bottles to play with.
A small wooden bridge straddles the stream. I like to cross the bridge, and I am more willing to throw the collected wild flowers under the bridge and let the running water send them far away.
The small bridge in my house is very close, and it takes five or six minutes to walk. There is a long stone bridge on the east coast, but we don't like to play on it. In front of it, there is a road leading to Chashan. We also went up the mountain to pick tea with the tea-picking girl and experienced that unique fun! I like to admire those purple wild mushrooms under the tea tree. As soon as I see the tea tree, the scene at that time will come to my mind.
I love my hometown, where I grew up. My house is a three-story house, and it will be very hot in summer. Grandpa's study is in the room nearest to the stream. It is sunny and well ventilated here. There are two beautiful houses. In summer, the cool wind blows in from the south window, which is very comfortable. The most beautiful thing is that from the east window, you can see streams and bridges, as well as affectionate willows. What I like best is reading books that I can't understand at all in grandpa's study. Grandpa often asks me, "Why do you always like books that you can't understand?" I shook my head, to be honest, even I can't tell you why. Maybe just for fun!
Most residents in my hometown are surnamed Xiao. * * * There are more than twenty families. Everyone lives a quiet life of "working at sunrise and resting at sunset" and "watching and helping each other". Those wonderful memories will remain in my childhood mind forever, and I will never forget them in my life.