Idiom:
Burn the bridge across the river
Poetry:
Farewell Cambridge
Loneliness beside the broken bridge outside the post office There is no master to open up - Lu You's "Ode to Plum Blossoms"
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads - Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"
Kuaiji is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and there is a hundred-mile mirror in front of Lingsi Bridge - Yuan Zhen's "Send Lottery"
There are many sentiments beside Lingsi Bridge, and it is clear that the lake faction circles back to the pond - Li Shen's "Lingsi Bridge" < /p>
A bridge flies from north to south, and the chasm becomes a thoroughfare. ”——Mao Zedong
Building a boat as a beam does not show its glory——"The Book of Songs. Daya. Ming Dynasty"
On the stream at the home of the prefect of Huanzhu, a small bridge diagonally spans the green quicksand—— ——Hua Zhen's "Huanzhu Bridge"
It was clear at first and the snow turned to mud on the village road, and after ten days, I couldn't reach the west of the small bridge. ——Lu You's "Willow Bridge"
Suddenly I came under the willow bridge. , the dewy polygon flowers are red in the stream - Lu You's "Miscellaneous Songs of Autumn"
Suddenly I feel better, and I call the boy to help me go down to the hall. Cold clouds cover the river, and the snow is about to fall on the fence. The chickens are barking, walking slowly past the neighboring houses, drunkenly laughing and enjoying the entertainment.
Lu You's "Walking Alone, Returning across the Willow Bridge"
It's a good time for my house in autumn. At night, I don't need anyone to help me get on the bridge - Lu You's "Autumn Night at Willow Bridge"
Leaning on the east bank of the Willow Bridge, I chat and wake up with the water and wind - Lu You's "Ji Shi"
You can see all the willow bridges and all the water and the road - "Autumn Evening on the Willow Bridge"
Ruoye North and Jinghu Lake are connected, and the misty flying bridge spans the mid-air - "Five Cloud Bridge" by Lu You< /p>
The rain is drizzling through Meiwu, and the wind is gentle on the Willow Bridge - Lu You's "The play ends with a Tang Dynasty sentence"
As the saying goes:
The boat will naturally arrive at the bridge Straight
You walk on your single-plank bridge, and I walk on my Yangguan Road
Couplet:
One line of bridge light passes through the water
Half sail The Cold Shadow Brings Wu Song
The Qiyu Peak is isolated for half a mile
The misty rainwater in a stream locks the solitary bridge
The twilight of Baidu Anlan Yuliang Chengsui< /p>
Double rainbows and colorful paintings show the work of heaven
If there is no Ji He Hong, Emperor Tian Qianwa comes to mend the stone
This mountain is like Shu, and people think of the old slope. For the title bridge
A moonlight contains shadows
The sound of books and songs on both sides of the Taiwan Strait
Longmen Port, a single post, a single temple and a tea pavilion
Huqiao Zhongxi, Two Boundaries and Two Ports Hotel
Two hundred years ago, the rock was rebuilt, and the stars twined around the parsed wood
The springs were coming out for tens of miles, and the traces were solid and covered with mulberry trees.
Standing on the blue sky, facing the bronze peak of Nanguo, solidifying for thousands of years
Looking again at the bright moon, Yindong flows with water, and thousands of sects are paying homage
The breeze is gentle and the water is calm. , Mo Miao still stayed in Su as a bachelor
The pedestrians were safe, the sails were in good condition, and the divine power was still admired by the generals of Jin
The bells on the lotus leaf ground were full of bells, and I expected a talented person to write the pillars
The waves of the Whale Stream are smooth, and they should be welcomed by cyclists
Heavy rain dumps thousands of pearls on the surface of the water
Changhong hangs an extra golden belt to tie the sky's waist
< p>Spring enters the boat and the flowing water is greenThe sunset is red at the ferry crossing where people return
The water comes out of the jasper ring
People are walking on the back of the black dragon
Based on Huainan, you can see the shadows of clouds in the sky, which are the same color as the horizon
Under the Bianzhou Bridge, wherever you hear the sound of the flute, there is a wind blowing to the third watch of the moon
The sky of Yuyu Qionglou Up and Down
The center of Fanghuyuan Qiao River
Broken bridges continue
The snow is still intact
A flying rainbow, people in the blue clouds On the road
On the road there is a half-moon, in the palace of cinnamon hidden in the house
The moon is wavering up and down
People crossing the bridge in the mirror
Two flying two rainbow shadows
Eternal and one cow's heart
Thousands of tiles and bricks built in a hundred days to build a cross temple
One boat, two oars and three people crossed the Sitong Bridge
The dusk rain is dark on the west side of the bridge, and the spring river outside the fence is green.
The bridge leads to the small market, close to the forest, and the mountain belt is connected to the flat lake and the wild temple.
The momentum of the wheel follows the direction of the sky, and the bridge shape leads across the sea.
Under the water, the clouds on the distant mountains look like snow, and the grass on the flat shore beside the bridge looks like smoke.
Shrink a thousand miles into a short distance
Connect two places to become one family
The water and light connect the Han Dynasty
The rainbow air rises to the sky
The shadow shakes up and down at the bottom of the moon
People crossing the mirror in the ladder
Proverb:
Horse racing on the bridge------no way out< /p>
A bridge is a bridge and a road is a road------It is clear as day
There is always a bridge in my heart. She allows me to cheer up in failure and reflect on success. ,. It also enriches my life. Without her, my life will lose its luster.
This bridge stands in my life. The wind cannot blow it down, the rain cannot blow it away, and the water cannot drown it. She left a deep trace in my life...
Some time before the final exam of the sixth grade, the noisy atmosphere in the classroom had long been gone, replaced by silence - every day All the classmates were reviewing their homework carefully, and occasionally there was the sound of turning pages of books. The scene downstairs (grades 1 to 5) was in sharp contrast to us. Suddenly, the school bell rang, and the students hurriedly put away the "mountain" of books and waited for the teacher's arrival.
The teacher came to the classroom with a serious expression... This is what we saw before the exam. and I? In addition to completing endless homework from the teacher every day, I also have to complete endless extracurricular homework from my parents, so I often have to do it until 12 o'clock late at night. Sometimes I even crawled on the table and fell asleep because I was tired...
I also knew that my body would not be able to bear it, but in order to study, I had no other choice. Of course, I also thought about giving up, but How do I face my parents? I cannot live up to their expectations of me. In fact, I also blame myself. I don’t work hard at ordinary times. It’s really like “a black-haired person doesn’t know how to study hard, and a white-haired person regrets studying late.”
Tomorrow is the final exam. This is a very important day. My parents specially cooked a lot of dishes for me. They took turns picking up dishes for me. Each time they picked up dishes, it represented their expectations for me. I said to myself in my heart: "You must do well in the exam. Look how good your parents are to you. You should use your grades to repay their love for you. Don't you want to cross that bridge? How hard do you have to work? ah"! That night, I was troubled by this emotion until dawn. In the morning, my parents saw that I was in poor mental condition and asked me anxiously what was wrong. I smiled and said it was okay.
When we arrived at the examination room, everyone was beaming with joy. I was the only one sitting there with a sad face. The test papers were handed out, but I didn’t concentrate on reading them at all. All I could think about was what I would do if I failed the test... "Ding ding ding ding..." The exam was over. When I got home, my mother eagerly asked me how I did in the exam. I didn't want to disappoint her so quickly, so I could only answer her: I don't know. The test paper was handed out, and the score came into my eyes clearly. It was very low. This is just a result that I have expected for a long time, but I can't really face it, and I am even more afraid of showing it to my parents. The test paper was handed into their hands, their eyes were full of disappointment, they looked at me and said nothing... I was in pain, I didn't know what to do next, I felt infinite melancholy, and the bridge in my heart disappeared... …
Time passed very quickly. I read the book "The Bridge" without any objection, and I suddenly realized that failure is just a small step to success. If there is no failure, then there is no success! The bridge in my heart is back, stronger and taller than before. My mood is like the earth-shaking waves on the sea becoming calm.
In fact, everyone has the bridge in my heart. But that is the deepest place in the soul. She will give you the strength to fight, the courage to climb, and the motivation to move forward...
The bridge in my heart is a bridge that can "all roads lead to Rome".
Since I was very young, I have always had a dream to drive to the United States. Dad told me that this was impossible. I didn’t believe it, because at that time I believed that there was nothing that humans couldn’t do. However, I believe it now - the Pacific Ocean bottom is too deep, too deep. With current science and technology, we still cannot reach the deepest seabed.
Now, let us imagine that in the future, people will build bridges that can drive cars to the United States! This kind of bridge is sealed, and the glass used for sealing is very strong. Even if there is a huge tsunami with extremely rough waves, the glass cannot be broken. In this way, people will not be afraid of being swept away by the waves.
The bridge pillars are made of a very strong and well-sealed glass invented in the future. In this way, even if a very large and powerful shark uses its powerful tail to hit the bridge pillar, it will be impossible to break it and sink to the bottom of the sea.
Although the bridge is sealed, there is no need to worry about lack of oxygen inside, because within a few meters of the bridge, you can see oxygen tanks that release oxygen. Don't worry, this oxygen can never be used up, but the prerequisite is the presence of carbon dioxide. Think about it, as long as there are people or air, won't there be carbon oxide?
Under the bridge is the sea, and there is a straw at the base of Erqiao. Its function is to prevent the bridge from getting too dry. It can absorb a little water from the seabed, then purify the seawater into pure water, and finally, let the pure water moisten the air in the bridge.
The lower end of this bridge is like Zhaozhou Bridge with several small holes. This is to allow water to pass through these small holes when the sea tide rises, so as not to affect people's driving. This not only saves materials, but also creates a good condition! ! !
No matter whether this bridge can exist in the future world and become a reality. But I want to use the production bridge to build a "hard-won" bridge between China and the United States. It allows China and the United States to cooperate together. Let the United States give up the idea of ??looking down on China.
I named this bridge: "The Bridge of Sino-US Friendship"!
The depressing last class went on in a depressing manner, accompanied by the teacher’s constant voice and the continuous thunder in the air. The leader looked out the window, where the heavy rain was mercilessly destroying the earth, and the students' whispers rang in his ears - they were afraid of heavy rain!
As time passed by, I was sitting on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars at the school gate from a distance, I was very anxious and hoped that he would not come!
I can’t remember clearly what the teacher said on the podium. In fact, I couldn’t listen at all. I looked out the window again. Fortunately, he didn’t come.
I breathed a long sigh of relief...
The fatal bell rang. I picked up my schoolbag, rushed out of the classroom like flying, and dived into the vast rain curtain. The rain poured down on me quickly from above my head, but I was very glad that he didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, my classmates got into the warm and spacious car one by one. The sound of the motor gradually overwhelmed my thoughts... "Son!" A thunderous sound woke me up from my "dream". This familiar voice ……No! Follow the sound, he is coming! He held an old umbrella in his hand and supported an old bicycle. The rust on the bicycle was as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He had a smile on his face, and although he was very kind, I felt uncomfortable. "Dad is late. I'm sorry. Bring your umbrella quickly. Dad will take you home." He said slowly. Cars passed by one after another, and I felt that the classmates in the cars must be looking at the aging man and the old bicycle with contempt. My face felt a burning pain... He seemed to know something. He took out a worn five-yuan note from his arms and handed it to me carefully, "I have to leave first. You can take the car back by yourself." Go home." After saying that, he got on the car and disappeared into the rain curtain with the sound of "creak, creak". Where he stood, there were only dense raindrops and two smoking cigarette butts. I knew that he had never smoked...
A wave of heat came to my heart.
Some people say that standing on one's head can prevent tears from flowing out, but my tears were uncontrollable and my eyes were blurred. He is my father! Shame cannot change the deep love between father and son! I rushed forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly, my two fiery hearts melting everything...