When I was a child,
by the river in my hometown,
there was a white stone lion,
it always lay there silently ,
No matter the wind or rain,
the seasons change;
it always stands on the other side of the river,
guarding Its `hometown.
One day later,
the afterglow of the setting sun shone on it,
it miraculously moved,
Shaking and bumping,
Oh my god,
How can the stone lion move?
Oh,
It turns out that someone carried you onto the "bridal sedan",
Stone lion,
I found you Have you returned home?
I remember,
I asked my mother where the stone lion had gone,
My mother told me that it had gone far away.
The year when the stone lion found its home,
I left my hometown to go to school in another place,
Whenever I saw the stone lion,
< p> I will think of the stone lion in my hometown.It cannot speak.
It looks very scary.
It always lies somewhere.
Looking at my hometown in the distance.
When I grew up,
the stone lion slowly disappeared from my sight,
but I missed it very much,
like Missing old friends is like missing relatives.
At that time, there was an unfinished bridge between us.
Traffic was so inconvenient.
Nowadays,
There are bridges everywhere in my hometown,
but there is no bridge leading to the past and you.