Tai Zhong Yun Ai
During the summer vacation, the whole family took a section of Beiheng Highway and specially went to Fuxing Township, Taoyuan to see the famous iron cable suspension bridge. The golden red bridge cable and purple bridge head span the wide riverbed of Dahanxi and extend to the other side. The clear water of Dahanxi meanders and flows directly to Taipei Basin. Looking at the green hills on both sides of the bridge and the long white clouds on the bridge, I can't help but admire the arrogance and greatness of the bridge and recall the most profound bridge in my memory.
When I was a child, when my brother was full moon, my parents asked me to carry him to the wooden bridge in Zhengou to train his courage when he grew up. At that time, the bridges near my home were all tied up with driftwood or barbed bamboo tubes, similar to single-plank bridges. Although they are not long, they still have to have a good sense of balance before they can pass in one breath, otherwise they will fall into the ravine. Once, I stood on a bamboo bridge and pulled out acacia branches, trying to take out the eggs in the bird's nest. I accidentally fell into a ravine, and the torrent of the mountain spring quickly washed me downstream. Luckily, my parents came to help me. Since then, I often dream of wrestling across the bridge. The last time was: I walked alone on the towering dangerous bridge, and I stepped on the air and fell into the abyss. Wow! I woke up with a bang.
When I was a child, there was a lack of a bridge across the stream in front of our house, which made us most afraid that when the flood surged in rainy days, we had to trudge home along the mountain road, or call my father to cross the river and carry us to the other side. Father's back is our meat bridge, made of long-term love. Rolling stones rampaged under his feet, and heavy rain hit him like beans, biting our teeth and carrying us across the river one by one. Father's love is really that mountains are longer than water.
The loneliest bridge in my life is Daduxi Bridge, which is the boundary bridge between Changhua and Taichung. In the third grade of primary school, I took the wrong bus back to Dakeng. As a result, I took the wrong seat in Urumqi, but I was afraid to ask for directions. A man foolishly walked one road after another, passed one tile kiln after another, and came to Daduxi Bridge. The rolling flood, coming from the mountains in my hometown, made a lost girl dizzy and almost fell into the river.
22 years ago, I decided to marry my husband. The woman rented a coach and set off from home early that morning. All my relatives and friends are with me in the car. When crossing Xiluo Bridge, there was an accident in the middle of the bridge, and the cars at both ends were huddled together and could not move. Time flies and it's almost eleven o'clock. What if you don't change clothes and make up? If I miss the time, my in-laws will whisper to each other, so I have to walk across Xiluo Bridge with my skirt in my arms and high heels. This is my wedding event and my first time crossing Xiluo Bridge. I didn't expect to walk there step by step. Is this a signal? Do we have to run our own family from scratch? After the completion of Zhongsha Bridge, West Luo Qiao has entered history, and it is no longer called the first bridge in the Far East.
There are many famous bridges in the history of human development, such as Lugou Bridge, Zhao Zhouqiao, bridge on the river kwai, London Bridge, Madison Bridge, or the glutinous rice bridge in the motherland. There are original, historic and trend-setting movies. In any case, as long as the bridge is inseparable from the river, it is like a painted landscape, like a poetic story, and it is told by people. Experienced people are often proud of it (I have crossed more bridges than you). I remember every bridge I walked, and I am eager to see the world-famous horizontal wavelength bridge, because these are the crystallization of the beauty of human architectural art.
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Bridges, as we all know, there are wooden bridges in mountain streams, stone arch bridges in highways, overpasses and overpasses in cities. Bridges are everywhere, each bridge is different, and the story of each bridge is different. It is the channel for people's survival, like a distant Changhong in the hearts of eager people.
In daily life, there are both tangible bridges and intangible bridges. When you want to get out of trouble and cross bad luck, what you expect is a "bridge" that can make you turn around and enter the light. This may be a bridge of understanding, friendship, soul, wisdom, wealth, destiny, life and affection.
The function of the bridge is to connect and communicate.
Please write a composition on the topic of "Bridge". The title is self-made, the concept is self-defined, and the style is not limited, not less than 500 words.
[thinking pilot]
[Wonderful topic]
[Language Highlights]
People walk on the bridge, and water flows under it. People on the bridge regard the bridge as a road and step on it. People always think that they are the masters of everything and have the right to stop anything; It is a mockery that the running water under the bridge regards the bridge as the weak. Laugh at the bridge and you can't stop its surging waves. Would you feel the same way? If you do, it's wrong. When crossing the bridge, everyone always bends down like slaves. I have never seen anyone walk across the bridge with a straight back. Water is even more pitiful. It has emerged from the crotch of the bridge, but it still thinks how powerful it is. This may be Ah Q's spiritual victory! The strong are always as obscure as the bridge, and the bridge can be described as a typical example of "even the wisest man is foolish".
The scientific name of Qiaoqiao is Wannian Bridge, and I call her Friendship Bridge. It accompanied us through the innocent, innocent and beautiful flower season. The ancient Huizhou culture has made you, the uneven archway holds you up, the soft smoke from the kitchen covers you, and two affectionate eyes miss you. Ah! The bridge of affection-the bridge of friendship, pure colors and vigorous and elegant posture are the spring breeze and a touch of sunshine on my life road. ...
Listen, the piano is coming from under the bridge. It is Taiping Bridge, a bridge full of my childhood and affection.
● It has a solid and generous backbone, bearing heavy hopes, but it itself is tired and bent.
The beauty of Su Qiao lies in its architecture. Yuhuan-style stone arch bridge, with beautiful and soft curves, is clean and smooth when you are on the bridge. Single-span arch bridge is tall and majestic, small and exquisite, simple and elegant; The porous bridge is like a string of beads, adding infinite interest to the river. The deck of a straight bridge is flat with the shore, and people walk on it as if they were walking on it. As for the zigzag bridge, it winds on the water and is very interesting. There is also a covered bridge with a roof, which is placed between two floors. The green pillars on both sides reflect the silhouette, reflecting the water like a mirage, and the bridge is about to fly. Sue, beauty lies in the title. There are Vinegar Square Bridge, Zaoshi Bridge and Duck Egg Bridge named after goods, Rihui Bridge, Qingshan Bridge and Lvshui Bridge named after scenery, Gate Bridge, City Bridge and Pavilion Bridge named after shapes, Narcissus Bridge, Crane Dance Bridge and Fushou Bridge named after flowers, animals and auspicious meanings. The bridge name is gorgeous and elegant. The beauty of Su Qiao lies in the embellishment of poetry. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji wrote a poem "a night-mooring near maple bridge", which made Qiao Feng famous with the bells of Hanshan Temple. Bai Juyi's lyrical sentences attract people to look for the beautiful scenery of "Wu Yue Bridge with Red Sunset" and "Yangzhou Post Station Suzhou, Menghua Bridge with Water Pavilion Head". The beauty of Su Qiao lies in its fairy tales and folklore. The auspicious bridge related to White Snake and Xu Xian, the fish bridge where Qin Gao ascended to heaven by red carp, and the monk bridge where willow branches are ferries are all fascinating.
Bridge has become a unique landscape in my hometown. There are not only many bridges in my hometown, but also beautiful ones.
The beauty of the bridge in my hometown is not only the bridge itself, but also the charming picture under it. Under the bridge of Dachuan River, ingenious people planted flowers and plants. Walking across this bridge, there are pleasant scenery all year round. The tender grass in spring has just put a smooth green carpet on the river bed, and the flowers in summer can't wait to decorate it with colorful colors. In autumn, reeds are overgrown and grass is boundless in the riverbed, giving you an illusion of walking into the prairie. Walking on this front is also opening your heart. On both sides of Fenhe Bridge, a beautiful and charming Fenhe Park was built along the embankment. Red or green shrubs are built into beautiful shapes; Coconut-like street lamps, swaying the wind in the south; The paved path extends a sweet field of vision, and both sides of the Fenhe River are excellent corridors.
● This bridge blocks bitterness and connects sweetness; The bridge sent away poverty and ushered in prosperity; This bridge has sent away Wujin's hometown and ushered in wealth from all over the country. This bridge decorated and lit up the hometown with its own style, making this small town on the Loess Plateau a paradise between the south of the Yangtze River and the earth. Can you not love the bridge in your hometown? Can you not love your hometown?
Bridge, the bridge of hometown, the bridge of nationality, one end of you is connected with the poverty of the past, and the other end is connected with the prosperity of today. A solid pier is the unyielding personality of our nation. "A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare", and the great China has successfully built an ideal bridge leading to a well-off society and the world.
● I have seen the majestic railway bridge over the mountains and the majestic cable bridge, but I will never forget the small bridge that bends like the moon in my hometown and lies on the clear river. "Hongqiao lies on the waves", that small bridge is so clear and kind in my memory that it will always come into my dream.
● The small bridge in my hometown is made of bluestone, and the bridge deck is very smooth. On both sides of the bridge are smooth small stone pillars. The bridge is so low from the water that it seems that one hand can touch the water. Actually, it's still far away. There are countless pebbles at the bottom of the river, shrimp play among the stones, fish rest on the stones, and green silk grass ripples in the water waves beside the pebbles, which is in harmony with the willow shadows reflected in the water.
● ah! Shiqiao, my hometown, I wish you a strong backbone, carrying hard-working and simple folks, with their future and hope, towards a better tomorrow.
Banqiao is accompanied by streams, depending on the earth, facing the sun and the moon, day after day, month after month, year after year. The slate bridge has nothing but a naked and tough body. It does not disgrace its mission, can withstand trampling, or walks in a hurry or lightly. It has numerous mottled traces of footprints and years of wind, frost, rain and snow erosion. It has experienced vicissitudes of life and tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. Stone bridge is always so lonely and open-minded, regardless of cold and heat, day and night, to meet people on the other side, send them from this shore to the other side, cross the mountains and go to all directions. Persistence, silent dedication and equal treatment-Shiqiao Bridge, my hometown!
● The bridge in my hometown, the story in the eyes of adults, and the platform jumping in the eyes of children.
● Oh! You are still a bridge to my hometown in my memory. Children's interest infiltrated you, the story mysterious you, and created your courage and strength to forge ahead. One young man after another stepped on your solid body, went out with sweat and wisdom to build their own sky, and your vicissitudes of life were also filled with gratified smiles.
Whenever I go back to my hometown, I walk respectfully on the stone bridge. Not only because of its mystery, its attraction, its steel-like pride, but also because it accompanied my growth, my hope, and the folks who gave birth to me and raised me.
[Model essay guide]
bridge
Text/Kafka
I am stiff and cold, I am a bridge, and I am lying on the abyss. This is my toe sticking into the soil, and the other end is my hand. I bit the crumbling clay. The hem of my coat floated to my sides. The icy Fallon River in the abyss makes noise. No tourists have ever lost their way on this difficult mountain, and the bridge has not been marked on various maps. -I just lie down and wait. I can only wait. Once a bridge is built, it is still a bridge as long as it does not collapse.
It was at night-the first night or the thousandth night, I don't know-my thoughts were always at sixes and sevens, always beating around the bush. In the summer evening, the sound of running water in the river deepened, and then I heard a man's footsteps! Walking towards me is walking towards me. -Stretch your limbs, bridge and stand up; The beam without handrails blocks the person entrusted to you. Quietly dispel the concerns of his footsteps, but he is still hesitating, so that he can know you and throw him to the shore like a mountain god.
He came over and hit me with the iron tip of his cane, and then used it to lift the hem of my coat and put it on me. He poked the nib into my thick hair for a long time, as if to let it look around crazily. I dreamed of following him across the mountains and valleys, but he jumped with his feet and jumped into my body. I was unprepared, and the severe pain made me tremble all over. Who is this? It's a child? Is that a dream? A highwayman? Is it suicide? Seducer? A destroyer? I turned to see him. -It's the bridge turning! I collapsed before I turned around. I'm collapsing, I'm bursting, and those sharp pebbles that have been staring at me quietly in the rushing water have pierced my body.
Brief analysis:
bridge
Text/Li Zhen
On the way to the village primary school, there is a mountain stream. Every rainy season, the stream soars. He waited by the stream and took his students across it one by one. Terrible muddy waves, slippery rocks, storms ... he never stopped, which made his reputation spread far and wide, and radio stations and newspapers praised "the bridge of the people"
Soon, he was promoted to director of culture and education.
He was succeeded by a weak and petite girl who didn't even have the courage to wade across the stream, let alone carry her children across the river. So in the rainy morning and evening, there was a row of parents on the shore, all with high trouser legs, and she was very worried.
So she used her rest time to reflect everywhere, make reports and write instructions. ...
Soon, a reinforced concrete bridge was built on the stream. Since then, children can go to school smoothly, and parents are relieved.
The girl is still in the mountain village primary school, teaching more than 50 students in three grades.
Brief analysis:
[Exhibition of Excellent Works]
Hometown Shang He Bridge
Text/Candidate
A bridge across the river of my memory.
For many years, I often stood by the bridge, overlooking the rolling river and looking up at the towering peaks. Straw houses, fields, beaches, canals, shore willows, cock crowing in the morning glow, dog barking in the evening, eagle flying in the mountain wind, and sheep with smoke returning to the fence. Drawing a unique sketch by the bridge, hanging on the heart screen, also decorated my open mind.
It is an ordinary river, which passes through the open space between the village and the mountain bee, cuts off the connection between the village and the mountain bee, and becomes lonely with each other.
Bridges are also common bridges. Bridge wood is oak or willow cut by fathers from the top of Nanshan Mountain, and it is a pair of two. The big one is on the stone pile in the middle of the river, and the small one falls on the other side. Four pieces of wood are enough to make an ordinary bridge. The small bridge is simple and unpretentious, just like a button that my mother sewed on my inner skirt.
In this way, the small bridge sewed the hope of the small village with the mountain peak.
On the road from Caotan to Nanshan in front of the village, the river cut off the enterprising spirit of the path and sighed at the river. Xiaoqiao bravely lies on the river and connects the nerves and blood vessels in the broken road with his own body. He assumed the responsibility of connection with an unchanging attitude, and greeted and sent without any regrets. Bridge, Trinity. Seen from the top of the mountain, the bridge is two legs extending from the mountain to the village; From the village, the bridge is the arm that the village embraces the mountain peak.
And embracing the mountain bee is to embrace the day of ample food and clothing. Nanshan in my hometown, with a total area of more than 5,000 mu, starts from Lazi and LaoYuefu on the second floor in the east and reaches Fengou and Yangjiakan in the west. There are lush trees, exotic flowers and grasses, mountain products wild fruits, birds and animals.
There are thousands of acres of fertile land on hillsides and roots. If Nanshan is a cornucopia, then the small bridge is the way for villagers to get rich.
The fragrant Tatar flowers have withered and the lotus flowers have blossomed. The first batch of herbs in the mountains has matured. Fritillaria, ground keel, gentian and asarum are in full bloom, waiting for harvest. After the purchase notice was posted at the purchase station of supply and marketing cooperatives, people entered the mountains one after another. We children are also sandwiched between adults, running across the bridge with small hoes on our shoulders, climbing up the hillside full of medicinal incense, and harvesting naturally.
At night, people in the north of Qiaonan Bridge get together and sort out the results. The children ran home happily to accept the rewards of adults. The first fountain pen I used was bought with three catties of asarum, and the bright silver cap and light blue pen tube are still clearly remembered.
The bridge is also the pointer of the clock, which accurately records the sequence changes. One end of the bridge is spring, and the other end is autumn. The shoulder pole that just picked the seeds suddenly became a backpack to carry crops; The earthen basket filled with fertilizer was immediately filled with radish and cabbage. There are golden ears of grain, delicate pods and heavy red sorghum on the bridge. They bent the waist of the bridge.
The small bridge holds up the joy of harvest.
The small bridge also has its leisure. In the drizzle, about a few fishing friends' lines, Ling Bibo hooked hope and wandered leisurely. In late autumn, people always dig a few fish pits on the river under the bridge, or occasionally pick up a row of fish to dry, and hardworking villagers work together with the bridge to catch their own fish.
Brief comments:
Liu Shu Bridge in my hometown.
Text/Candidate
Liushuqiaotou in my hometown
Naughty yellow dog
Missing won't sleep.
See strangers screaming all the time.
Liushuqiaotou in my hometown
Old cow drinks water.
Lonely and intoxicating
Looking back at the sunset, the beauty remains the same.
Liushuqiaotou in my hometown
Small weeping willow
Gone with the Wind
Like a lover's gentle waves
Liushuqiaotou in my hometown
A gurgling stream
Joy is silent and quiet.
The croaking of frogs on the grass is worrying.
I miss my hometown and Liuqiao.
Pomegranate that never blooms on the bridge.
A snail crawled slowly on the pomegranate.
Looking for the way home.
Comments: Poetry is a kind of artistic conception, but also the concentration and essence of life. This poetic image is colorful, smooth and rhythmic, and the description is delicate. Poetry is also a kind of verse, and no rhyme is a poem. Poetry also pays attention to rhyme, has a sense of rhythm and is catchy to read. It is rare for a beginner to write poetry to write this!
Renlian hometown bridge
I used to walk at the bridge head of Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge, watching the surging river under the bridge and the traffic on the bridge. Listen to the whistle of a cruise ship in the river and the sound of cars passing by on the bridge alternately.
I used to miss Zhao Zhouqiao's wonderful feat, indulge in the gurgling water under the bridge, and watch the people on the bridge come and go leisurely.
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However, what kind of feelings is "still pity the hometown' bridge'"?
If the water in my hometown is as quiet and elegant as the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the bridge in my hometown will firmly support the land on both sides of the strait, connect you and me who want to meet, and listen to the meditation of homesickness when the moonlight is sultry.
Perhaps, the water in my hometown is fast-flowing. If fierce waves rush up, you and I on the other side can't expect it. However, the bridge in my hometown has crossed the rapids, crossed the broad coast, and built a broad avenue with tough arms. Maybe the wind and frost of the years will swallow up all the bridges, maybe every big wave will try to crush them, but the bridges in my hometown will never collapse. It holds up the road of homesickness with tenacious belief.
Clouds have raindrops to connect them with the earth, crumbling dead leaves will return to their roots one day, and tired birds will return to their warm nests with wings and wind. However, because of the bridge in my hometown, I never feel lonely and helpless. "Tired! Just rest on my back! Do you still want to leave? Then I'll give you a ride. " The bridge in my hometown is always humming "Poison of Wanderers", which is said day after day and year after year. No matter where the prodigal son wanders, even at the end of the world, the ends of the earth. The pace of returning home has never stopped because of the bridge in my hometown.
"Come back! Come back! " Do you hear the bridge in your hometown calling? Whenever homesickness is aroused a little, the bridge of hometown will emerge in front of you. Perhaps, we are getting farther and farther away from the bridge in our hometown. But homesickness will always be heard by it, responding to the songs of the years and becoming a poem that knocks people's hearts. No matter how time goes by, the bridge in my hometown will extend to the distance indefinitely, forever and ever.
As a result, the feeling of "still pity the hometown bridge" gradually rises.
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