Contradictions at the end of the writing of Bridge of Emotions

Bridges are familiar to everyone. There are many kinds of bridges: wooden bridges and cable bridges in mountain streams, stone arch bridges on highways, overpasses and overpasses in cities. What I miss most is the Beijiang Bridge in my hometown. Because this is the only way for me to go to kindergarten and primary school. Every morning, my mother takes me from my home in the new city to the school in the old city by car. In the evening, we take a bus from my school in the old city to my home in the new city. Although our mother and son run back and forth on this bridge every day, my mother used this time to teach me the way to observe things and the truth of being a man. Let me deeply feel the good intentions of maternal love. Beijiang Bridge is not only a bridge of traffic, but also a bridge of affection.

On sunny days, every morning, when we cross the bridge, we can see the sunrise. The rising sun just jumped out of the sea of clouds, with a shy face, but the light has already made the river golden, reflecting the pedestrians and vehicles on the bridge in the golden light, which makes people feel refreshed and my drowsiness often disappears without a trace. At this time, my mother will seize the new things she sees, ask me questions, tell me and praise me, so that I can easily enter the life of the day. When you cross the bridge at night, you can also see the sunset. The afterglow of the red sunset glows on the river, and the clouds in the sky are constantly changing their shapes, which makes people think. At this time, my mother will guide me to tell her about my day at school. In our conversation, my mother often exerts a subtle influence on me, which benefits me a lot. Sometimes, I wish the bridge were longer. Because of this situation, I still have a lot to say to my mother, and I haven't seen many sunrises and sunsets clearly.

This bridge once made me cry. That was when I was in grade one. Because I didn't listen to my mother, I lost two bus cards for half a year. To remind me of this lesson, my mother punished me for walking to school. I left home at 6: 0015 in the morning, and it takes me 50 minutes to get to school at my walking speed. Although my mother helped me carry my schoolbag, I walked empty-handed, but when I got to the bridge, I was too tired to lift my legs and my feet hurt. I asked my mother for a hug, but she ignored me and strode forward. I felt very wronged, and my tears flowed out unwillingly. Thinking of my mistake, I dare not cry out loud, so I have to endure my foot pain and limp behind my mother. I can't feel the beauty of sunrise at all, but I feel that the bridge seems to be getting longer and I can't walk. Under the "cruel" of my mother, I was forced to stay on the way to school for two days. Although there are blisters on the soles of my feet, I began to realize that my mother punished me for doing something wrong just to remember not to make the same mistake again in the future, to take good care of my things and not to leave them casually. After that, I was very frustrated.

Every time I go home, I have to walk the Beijiang Bridge. Because it often reminds me of the warmth and good intentions of childhood maternal love. This bridge not only connects the traffic on both sides of the Beijiang River, but also maintains many human relations.