This bridge is beautiful to the landscape, the city, and your and my soul. The following is an essay about bridges that I carefully compiled for you. I hope you like it!
Essay about bridges 1: The Bridge of Bridge City
Water town, Jiangnan Bridge Rhythm
Chongqing is surrounded by mountains and rivers, hills and fields. It is a mountain city and a water town. What stands out from the mountains is the thousands of beautiful and well-behaved flying bridges that are astonishing to the clouds.
In the countryside, the small bridge is fresh and elegant. A few wooden boards, a few long trees, a few long stones, shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet, leisurely and happily supported on the creek and ditch, among the luxuriant grass, plain, indifferent, peaceful, just like the people in the countryside , the flowers in the mountains. Spring goes and autumn comes, whether you like it or not, love it or not, there, there is no sadness, no joy, no silence, no worry, peace and purity, just like a light brushstroke, freehand landscape.
Occasionally, you will see exquisite and picturesque bridges in quiet mountains and forests or interesting water swamps, with beautiful mountains and elegant waters, red rosy clouds, and flying sunset. Green mountains, light ripples of streams, curling smoke from cooking pots, willows lingering in the pond, a Jiangnan charm of small bridges, flowing water, and thousands of houses.
Admittedly, the most common types of bridges in rural areas are stone arch bridges that protect against the dangers of mountains and are long and horizontal. They may be lying down in a delicate and clear manner, or they may be running vigorously, crossing mountain valleys, or wading in rivers. At the head of the bridge, they either set up a bridge archway to show off the ancient colors and produce antique fragrance; they carve a green dragon to suppress evil dragons and bring peace; they raise fierce lions to drive away ghosts and avoid evil spirits; or they raise auspicious animals to receive spiritual energy and attract good luck. Various poses and expressions, full of interesting things. Every stone bridge has a legend and a story.
This stone bridge gives the landscape of Chongqing a bridge-shaped bridge leading to the Han Dynasty, with peaks connected to the clouds and dangers. The clouds spread across eight formations, and the bridge shape is divided into seven stars The majesty of the situation, with the "flying on the stars to open the crane, and the majesty of the Hongqiao under the moon." Then there is the wonder, wonder and beauty of the twists and turns and the water coming along the way.
After the rain, in that mountain village, the clear flowing water and the refreshing bridge; the clear blue sky, the soft smoke from the kitchen smoke. The water shakes the small bridge, and the smoke from the cooking pots drags the blue sky. It is not Jiangnan, but Jiangnan.
Today, mountain bridges, water bridges, and overpasses interpret the fashion of bridges
Nowadays, although the bridges in Chongqing also cross mountains and rivers, cross seas and fly clouds, they are numerous and wide. , but it strengthens the function and deepens the connotation. Driving is the main activity, followed by walking. Just because the steel bars are surging, it is fashion, and the concrete is running, it is the trend.
The bridges in Chongqing connect mountains and rivers, connecting in all directions and reaching the four seas.
In the mountains, it is like silk floating on the mountainside, like clouds wrapping around the mountain ridges, and like a rainbow hanging in the sky. One by one, the natural chasms and ravines have been connected through colorful practice to form a thoroughfare; the vast mountain cliffs are surrounded by white clouds, and they are paths out of the ridge; the desolate ridges are linked by rainbows to form a smooth road. Therefore, this road is no longer dangerous and difficult to reach the sky. The mountains are no longer an obstacle. People in and outside the mountains communicate in Pingchuan.
From then on, in this mountain, there were not only the secluded mountains with the singing of birds, but also the sound of springs in the empty valleys. There is also the speeding traffic and the misty sound like running water. What's more, people from the mountains sing to attract the phoenix, while people from the city make the phoenix stop laughing. Because of the mountain bridge, the appearance is beautiful; because of the human bridge, it becomes fashionable.
People walking on this mountain bridge are like riding a dragon and walking in the sky. They will see that the bridge is stepping on the trees, people are stepping on the flying clouds, picking up the green and picking up the red, and climbing to the palace to win the laurel. Relaxation and joy along the way, a sense of openness and the feelings of a fairy.
From the mountains to the outside, the road from Shanghai to the ocean winds along the bridge, from Chongqing to New York, it is flat, the world is closer and smaller.
In Shuize, rainbows fly into the sky and silver snakes move in the water. Each bridge has its own different posture, whether lying, hanging, dancing, or floating, crossing the river or flying on the river. The bridge is beautiful, the bridge is beautiful, and the bridge is beautiful. The river and the bridge, the bridge and the river, complement and embellish each other.
You can see: the cable-stayed bridges on the two rivers, surrounding the Yuzhong Peninsula, look like several butterflies flying lightly against the water. Going up the Shuo Liang River or down the two rivers, in Hechuan, Jiangjin, Kuimen, Pengshui and other places, you can see the leisurely and peaceful white butterflies flying softly, lingering in the river waves; In Yunyang, in Changshou and other places, you can still see the bridge turning into red butterflies, charming and beautiful, flying lightly in the dense purple smoke.
Of course, what you see most are the various beautiful and unique steel bridges, steel-concrete bridges, etc., such as flying, clouds surrounding, rainbows lying, and snakes swimming. They are either fresh or elegant, locking rivers and crossing water, and clouds holding up the sky; some are gorgeous, or light ink, painting mountains and water, dancing with clouds and making the moon; some are moving clouds like water, or are startling dragons, piercing the mist and waves, playing with the rushing water.
This river is elegant because of the bridge, and it is also more charming, light and graceful. This bridge guards the river, no matter day or night, the four seasons cycle, spreading the spring breeze and brightening the spring scenery. Let the river, let the city, live in the spring scenery forever.
In the urban buildings, there are thousands of charming overpasses. Some are like countless fluttering ribbons, criss-crossing, floating and rolling in distinct layers. The buildings stand among them, like white clouds in the sky, floating and misty like the sea; some are like dense and dense rivers, flowing into the distance after nine twists and turns.
The roads in the city meander into rivers and streams, with towering buildings floating in between, vast waves of smoke and faint glow. Some are like purple swallows holding spring grass in their mouths, flying briskly between cities. More like ripples, tying a few knots, making a few circles, and gently floating into the distance.
This interchange is the soul of the city. She makes the dull and light, makes the chaos orderly, makes the rough and delicate, and makes the ugly and beautiful. She injects lightness into the city and lights up life. Because of her, the whole city becomes alive and spiritual. She uses soft lines to strengthen the muscles of the city, making the city full, strong, stretched, and more dynamic, textured and beautiful.
The bridge looks beautiful at night
At night, this bridge looks beautiful.
Ye is a natural makeup artist. The dim light is used to dress her up; the dim night is used to dress her up. Bridges of various colors gradually grow into spring in the night, dotted with light and shadow. Those pieces, cold, dull and lifeless steel blocks and steel mixtures, their lines gradually become softer, gradually rhythmic, gradually fuller and warmer. The posture and color of the bridge become warm and spiritual. In one school, the spring breeze brings out the beautiful scenery, and the flowing light reveals the color of the painting. The light and shadow are falling, the fireflies are looking forward to it, and they are happy to see the waves coming out of the magpie bridge; they are dreamy and blurred, and they are so beautiful that they are drunkenly admiring the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. Wandering among it, you will definitely use digital photos to freeze the bridge, your golden youth, and your beautiful face.
Look, the Chaotianmen Bridge is like a rainbow flying over the water, dyeing the river crimson. The pine tree bridge overpass is like a green lotus in full bloom, and the green is in the pond. The Rong Bridge on the south bank is like a golden ring shining like the sun, shining brightly on the green silk. The Grand Gongguan overpass looks like colorful ribbons fluttering, and the stars are flowing across the river. Erlang Interchange is like an inverted hairpin dragging Cai Lian across the Milky Way. The Caiyuanba Qiaotou overpass looks like circles of ripples in the sky, like a modern pipa, gently playing the sound of heaven to the surroundings. It is also very much like a big Chinese knot, highlighting Chongqing's youthful and beautiful love.
Under the exaggeration of night and lights, this bridge is dazzling, blooming like fireworks that never go out, like flowers in full bloom; like colorful flowers fluttering, like meteors flying lightly, and lumens splashing lightly. This bridge, this night, is like a dream, like a fairy garden. Looking at her beauty, I have an unreal feeling, a trace of suspicion, and thousands of wonderful things, all in my heart.
In the night, the color of the bridge is so beautiful, so charming, the posture of the bridge is so light, so graceful, so ethereal, and suddenly, I feel pity for the flowers and green, and the feeling of light spring. The bridge at night is more emotional and spiritual than Xu Zhimo's Cambridge. There is no love, sadness, and sadness, but only warmth and quiet tenderness. It is the flavor of love that is full of rhythm and life.
This bridge, this Chongqing
Use different angles to appreciate the bridges in Chongqing. You will find that from far and near, high and low, and pitch, this bridge is like magic. In an instant, a different scenery and a different visual impact appear. Looking up close, the bridge looks like a light, graceful and pure woman; looking from a distance, it looks like a majestic, smooth and vast man; looking up, it looks like a clear moon hanging in the sky, elegant and bright; looking down, it looks like a streamer, like a ribbon. Wandering dragon, graceful and graceful, agile and domineering.
This bridge is like a cloud, rolling in the sky. Like a butterfly or a rainbow, it floats on the water and in the mountains. Like yarn, it is flying in the forest. Let this huge mountain city and water city become gentle, ethereal and illusory.
This bridge is water. Like a stream, it gives Chongqing the spirituality of life. It slowly moves through the city, nourishing it and giving it spiritual beauty. Like a rushing river, Chongqing is flowing thousands of miles away, creating something new every day, adding to the momentum of galloping and flying. It makes it appear domineering in its gentleness, and appears real in its confusion.
This bridge makes this city with many wild mountains and rivers and numerous buildings richer, clearer, more spiritual, lighter, safer, smoother and more beautiful in three dimensions.
Here, no matter how many poems describing the bridge, no matter how dexterous the brush, are, they are not enough to describe her beauty. No matter how many spiritual words, no matter how many spiritual smears, they are all raw and redundant. What I wrote down and what I described seemed out of date and eclipsed. Just because, here, this bridge is already a poem, this bridge is already a painting.
If you come to Chongqing, I believe that what will shock your heart and impress your eyes the most is not Chaotianmen, the magnificence given by Liangjiang, not the charm of Nanshan, not the elegance of Ciqikou; nor is it Shapingba The intellectuality and elegance of Chenjiaping, the lightness and etherealness of Chenjiaping; nor the elegance and brightness of Jiangbei, or the prosperity and fashion of Yuzhong. Instead, it is scattered, scattered, scattered and condensed here, the bridges connecting mountains and rivers, winding around buildings and sweeping roads. Whether it is during the day or at night, whether it is sunny or rainy, the bridge scenery will evoke different thoughts in you, bring you different feelings of beauty, and make you crazy. After seeing the bridges in Chongqing, you will definitely think and say: They are the most beautiful and profound encounters in your life, and they are the most beautiful and lasting throbbing in your heart.
Here, you don’t have to think about it, just calmly perceive the swaying bridge. Wander gently in her arms, touch and capture her beauty, fill your heart and memories with you, and take it back with you. In your spare time, make an appointment with a few friends, pour a few cups of tea, and slowly share and taste it. Gradually, you will feel: life, with her, is beautiful in indifference; life, with her, has meaning in indifference. Perhaps, because of her, the heart that has never been shaken has gained spirituality, concern, and gratitude for the beauty bestowed by this era in its indifference.
This bridge is beautiful to the landscape, the city, and your and my soul. This bridge connects Chongqing and the world.
Prose about bridges 2: Bridges in autumn
In the vast world, autumn is the most beautiful season, and in the drifting years, bridges are the most beautiful memories; bit by bit , recorded the sadness of farewell, minute by minute, the past and the past passed away.
So, I fell in love with the bridge, fell in love with the bridge in autumn, and also liked to linger on that bridge, caressing the damage of the years, and secretly carved a sigh of time in my heart.
Lingering and smiling, the steps at the head of the bridge were in a trance going up and down, which seemed a bit confusing; the autumn light just silently hit the dark place under the bridge railing, illuminating it. In the most hidden corner, the withered weeds swayed gently from side to side, making a charming sound with the dead trees on the shore beside the bridge. It was like playing or dancing. Looking at it from a distance, It is a beautiful picture of a long bridge standing alone among the crowing pines, with the wind blowing and the grass drying up.
If you step lightly and walk up the undulating steps, you will find the afterimage of history. I don’t know or understand how many steps have passed by here, and I also wonder. Whether you have been here in the past life; the steps are not smooth, and the potholes have not faded away in the vicissitudes of life. The potholes are still the potholes from back then, and the bridge is still the same bridge from back then. It’s just that the time is different and the scenery is a little different. The dark white stone railings on the bridge also seem to be changing all the time. Maybe they were a little white yesterday, but today they are still yellow, with a few new wrinkles and they look tortuous. And there are curvatures, which outline the faint marks left by the ancients on the stone bridge.
Continuing to walk forward, behind you is the white stone railing, but in front of you, it gradually turns into egg yolk. That is the end of the bridge, which looks even more vicissitudes of life.
The downward steps give people a lot of vicissitudes, wandering up and down; when they reach the end of the bridge, they turn back and look around; the beautiful arc of the bridge transforms into a beautiful rainbow in the autumn light. "The autumn leaves are fluttering, the autumn wind is blowing up the yellow sand; the flowing water under the bridge is rippling, like a curve, like a dotted line, looking into the distance, the silhouette of the startling silhouette flies away against the bridge.
Stopping the wandering pace, I thought of my hometown Dongqiao silently in my heart; in the vast world, autumn is the most beautiful season; in the wandering years, the bridge is the most beautiful memory. Look at the bridge, watch the bridge, listen to the bridge, connect your heart to the bridge, compose intoxicating poems, connect love to the bridge, and describe the autumn wind and sunset on the horizon.
Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. In beautiful autumn, the bridges above and below are a kind of beauty. The bridges in autumn are a kind of beauty.
Prose about bridges three: Broken bridge under the shadow of night lights
The early summer night is cool and transparent. The seasonal heat has not yet caused the frogs to chirp, and the cicadas seem to have not yet started. Visit this bright world.
I have always wanted to find a quiet and elegant place, where I can quietly find a release space where my soul can be cleansed. That day, I followed my heart and my wish came true!
Walking along the winding riverside, you can see the dancing shadows of the trees, and the soft moonlight shining on the branches and leaves, enjoying it with your friends, and you will feel a happy mood.
As I walked, I turned around a swirling pool and stepped on the cobblestone path. Suddenly my eyes lit up. In front of me was a crescent-shaped long corridor-like broken bridge with multiple passages. After a roundabout way to the shore, there is a broken bridge connecting the two ends. It faces the southwest and stands close to the river. It is like a girl opening her gentle arms to embrace the beautiful riverside and the park on the other side!
It’s so beautiful! I couldn't help but sigh, it was my first time here. Friends jokingly said that it is because of our broken bridge that it is beautiful! At such a night, with such moonlight, so quiet, so cool, such a broken bridge, only romantic people will feel its beauty, she Her softness, her charm!
The surrounding street lights cast a hazy and mysterious veil on the broken bridge. Sitting at the end of the bridge, the water plants that had just been washed by the rain under the bridge were growing densely. There is no more water in the river, and the hazy green under the moonlight is swaying happily kissed by the soft wind! Three or two couples in the distance are talking to each other, and the stars in the sky are reflected by the city lights, looming. Occasionally blinking shy eyes a few times! Reciting a few poems and answering questions with friends, unlimited meaning, unlimited meaning!
I thought with a sweet heart, if there was water at this time, I could support a bamboo leaf. , alone on the orchid boat, with the soft moonlight, can you find that touch of surprise, or an immortal legend? Broken Bridge in June, I came and got to know you intimately. Although there is no flowing water, it is still very beautiful!
Where there is a bridge, there is always love, and Broken Bridge is no exception. As one of the four "Love Bridges" in Hangzhou, the Broken Bridge has witnessed many joys and sorrows in the world. In the mist and rain, a poignant love story spreads out from the Broken Bridge. Touching the bridge railings, recalling the past and thinking about the present, every Tianya tourist who goes there will have endless reverie.
Unexpectedly, there is also the scenery of Broken Bridge of Saixi Lake here!
I have always liked Xu Song’s "Broken Bridge with Remaining Snow", with its slightly hoarse voice and melancholy tune, I always listen to it Listen again, the single cycle may be related to the state of mind. My heart sings, what kind of scenery will this broken bridge be like if there is snow? My heart is daydreaming: At midnight, under the distant eaves, the wind blows the string of purple wind chimes. In the future, you will be among the wind chimes. Sound? Standing at the end of the Broken Bridge, feeling comfortable, looking at the lines of hanging willow branches in the distance, whispering softly, maybe it’s not that beauty, I can’t pour you a glass of yellow vine wine, and I can’t accompany you to appreciate the flowers and leaves of Shen Garden. , the unspoken wish becomes a seed, planted in the heart, growing and blooming, but it will not bear fruit. A lifetime is both short and very long. Not to mention a lifetime, in my opinion, it is a distant and unattainable dream. After thousands of sails, my heart is dull!
Tonight's broken bridge, It is like a book, a painting, a beautiful legend, a romantic story. It is charming and charming in the moonlight and light shadows, gentle and long-lasting, pleasing to the eye and pleasing to the eye. It makes me, a person outside the painting, come closer. you.
I hope that next time I come again, it will be water flowing under the bridge. I am the woman in plain clothes on the bridge, inviting the bright moon into your eyes, okay?