I got dressed and went for a walk by the bridge. Look, the warm sunshine makes the grass sprout and the fruit trees blossom by the bridge. The willow has pulled out its green branches. A gust of wind blew, and the willow branches swayed with the wind, like my sister's long hair, stroking the delicate cheeks under the bridge.
There are many people in the Woods beyond the bridge. Some are walking, some are watching the scenery, and some are painting. ...
Look at that river again. There are groups of tadpoles and small fish. Their mother is teaching them skills.
There are also many people practicing on the bridge, old and young. Some old people are beating Tai Ji Chuan, others are dancing swords. Some young people practice fists and some practice long jump. Laughter and laughter filled the whole river. You see, the grandfather who plays Tai Chi Chuan has his legs slightly bent and his hands slowly pushed out. One moment is a fist, the other is a palm. Lift your legs and stamp your feet. There is softness in rigidity and softness in rigidity. Look at the old man who is dancing with a sword. His sword sparkled in the sun. I saw him stab with his left hand, chop with his right hand, chop with his right hand and pick with his right hand. Although he is old, he moves quickly, like a young man in his twenties and thirties.
Looking at this charming scenery, I happily said to the grandfather around me, "It's a pity that I'm not a painter, otherwise I would draw the charming spring morning scene of the small bridge with colorful strokes."
Bridges in my hometown My hometown is a beautiful town. Every year, my father takes me back to my hometown for a holiday.
A clean stream flows in the arms of my hometown. Several small bridges of different sizes and shapes span the stream. Some are like old people engraved with vicissitudes of life, some are like pixel handkerchiefs, some are like crescent moons, and some are like rainbows ... weeping willows and splendid mountain flowers by the stream are dotted among them ... bridges and flowing water are like a faint Jiangnan ink painting.
I love the small bridge in my hometown. Once passing by a stream, my father asked me if I wanted to know the past of the bridge. "Of course." My father pointed to the nearby stone pier across the stream and said, "This bridge was built hundreds of years ago. In order to travel conveniently, people erected stone piers several feet apart in the stream and crossed it. " He pointed to a one-meter-wide stone bridge dozens of meters upstream and said, "This was built during the Great Leap Forward, but the pier in the middle of the stream often collapsed because it could not resist the flood." He turned and pointed to a flood control bridge downstream and said, "This was built in the early days of reform to develop production, but it was often blocked by typhoons and floods in summer." He pointed to a stone arch bridge dozens of meters away and said, "This is a cross-regional highway bridge built several years ago. Look at this endless traffic! " I look pleasing to the eye. What a magnificent bridge. It flies across the banks like a rainbow. It's a natural barrier that turns into a thoroughfare. He then said excitedly: "I heard that the upstream development zone will build a prestressed cable-stayed bridge across the two banks."
I was full of thoughts and looked at the small bridge in front of me in turn, as if the old man were telling the distant past of the town. Thinking, thinking, my eyes shine. Oh! Isn't this bridge the epitome of hometown in the torrent of reform? Isn't this bridge carrying the hope of both sides of the strait and leading the people in their hometown to the road of happiness and harmony? I look forward to the grandeur of cable-stayed bridges in the future. ...
Ah! I love the bridge in my hometown!
Small Bridge in Hometown 3 There is a small bridge near Grandma's house. Although it's only going through a gutter near grandma's house, it's paved with three boards three or four meters long. Mom says it is not a bridge, but in my heart, it is my childhood memory.
Every time I step on my grandmother's house, I think of two things that happened next to me. The first thing is that my brother and I were very cold that time. Brother looked at the matches in the name and said, "Why don't we pick some grass to warm our hands?" I said, "All right! Wait a minute, I'll pull some hay to make a fire. " Then we held hay one by one and soon piled up a hill. I found an iron bar and put some hay aside. Immediately, my brother lit it, and "wow" the fire burned! My brother threw a match on the hay and made it burn. I quickly added hay and my brother took out a handful of hay and threw it in. My brother was tired, and I pulled again, and I was tired, and my brother pulled again until the hay was almost finished. We won't put out the fire until our hands are warm. I cut my hand with hay, but I'm still happy because I can make my own fire.
Another time I found that the sewer was dry. I said, "shall we go down and play?" My brother said, "As long as you dare, I dare." I said, "Good! I'm going down. You must come up and play at once. " He didn't dare. I said it for a long time before I came down. We caught ducks below, and my brother went up soon. He said, "Come on, the adults are coming." I rushed up, and I said, "It's so nice of you to come!" "
Bridge 4 in my hometown Walking on the bridge covered with moss, I think of my hometown again, and I think of the bridge in my hometown.
This small bridge spans the river and is a famous arch bridge. It has existed as long as I can remember. My mother told me that this bridge has been built for decades, and it is it that carries the livelihood of our village. Farmers rely on this bridge to cross the river to take care of crops every day. Everyone in the village is very grateful for the bridge.
This bridge is long and wide. Every holiday, there will always be vendors, large and small, setting up stalls on both sides of the bridge, which is very lively! People coming and going covered the whole bridge, so vehicles were not allowed to walk on this day. The farmer's uncle also put down his burden and bought things on the bridge. Although crowded, it is my favorite place. Because the people here are simple and kind, because there is a taste of home here. Wave after wave of the Eucharist shattered in the voice of bargaining, but it was particularly clear and beautiful.
When I was a child, I always liked to stand on a small bridge, overlooking the water in the river and watching the fish swim around in the water. I envy their freedom and feel sorry for them staying in the water.
Next to the present small bridge, there is a new bridge, which is longer, wider and more imposing than the small bridge. Countless cars walk up and down on it, replacing the original team of the small bridge, but it can never replace the position of the small bridge in our hearts.
The bridge is always in our hearts.
Small Bridge 5 in my hometown There is a bridge not far from my home. Although not as majestic as those bridges on the river, it shows the simple style of hometown. Its name is Dongsheng Bridge, and I love it very much.
The bridge is not big, only two or three people can walk side by side, across the banks of the canal, about 13 meters long. It is made of stone and cement, with stone pillars and railings on both sides. After decades of ups and downs, the surface looks a little worn. Although it looks narrow, small and old, it has brought convenience to the people on both sides of the strait and made great contributions to the prosperity of the market economy on both sides of the strait.
In the early morning, the morning light is slightly exposed, and both sides of the bridge are very lively. In the morning, there are footsteps in the market, the splash of women washing clothes, and the laughter of primary school students ... These sounds are like a sweet symphony, which makes people feel happy and refreshed. The delicious fried noodles and hot rice noodles in the restaurant near the bridge attracted many tourists. There are more and more people on the bridge, and everyone is talking and laughing, echoing on the bridge and on both sides of the canal.
At night, the moon shines on the canal under the bridge and stars appear. Lights are everywhere on both sides of the river. The bridge stands quietly on both sides, guarding the peace of residents on both sides like a mighty warrior.
Looking at this small bridge, I can't help but think of the poem in Liu Yuxi's Zaqu Zhuzhi Ci: "The east of the bridge is full of willows, and people will sing."
Bridge in my hometown, I love you forever!
Yongning River, a small bridge in my hometown, is the mother river of our hometown. It is like a dragon crossing Huangyan. On both sides of the river, there are rows of tall buildings. Weeping willows and slender wickers hang on the banks of the river, just like a girl's flowing long hair under the breeze.
Even in the rainy season, the Yongning River will not skyrocket. People on both sides of the river rely on it to irrigate fields and wash clothes on weekdays. A breeze blew, and ripples scattered on the river, like a white skirt swinging with the wind. It's so beautiful that the lovely duckling on the river can't help swimming in the upper reaches of the river.
A long Yongning bridge spans the river. On the north bank of the bridge is the farmers' market. Every day, many people drive trucks to buy fresh food from the city and transport it to the city center. On the south bank, tall buildings rise like soldiers with steel guns, guarding the Yongning River.
My hometown is close to the bridge, and it only takes a few minutes to walk to it. At that time, I stood on the bridge and enjoyed the scenery under it. A yacht glided over a large duckweed and scattered it all over the floor. The river is rippling and sparkling.
I love my hometown, which is where I was born. My family lives on the first floor. The front yard is empty, and there is a osmanthus tree in the yard. Whenever osmanthus is in full bloom, at least a dozen neighbors are immersed in osmanthus fragrance. In the front yard, there is a large forest in front. One big spring, bamboo shoots and buds stick out of the ground and look at the world curiously with their little heads.
My beloved hometown and the beautiful scenery are deeply imprinted in my mind.
Bridge 7 in my hometown My grandfather's home is in Oriental Forest Farm, where there is a small river. There is a small bridge on the river, which sits on it like a dragon. This small bridge is more than 20 meters long and wide enough to accommodate two cars in parallel. The whole bridge is made of steel bars, stones and cement. There are guardrails on both sides of the bridge and a stone pillar every few meters in the middle. Due to disrepair, some guardrails have been broken. But it is the only small bridge that enters the field, which not only brings convenience to the transportation of orientals, but also adds a lot of fun to children like me.
In summer, the fiery red sun shines on the earth. Looking from a distance, the small bridge is still firmly across the river in the scorching sun, and the river is gurgling, as if praising the spirit of struggle and silent dedication of the small bridge. Last summer vacation, my father and I came to the small bridge to throw stones every day. My father is really good. You can kill two Shui Piao with one stone. In a blink of an eye, the summer vacation is over, and I can't bear to leave the East and the small bridge in my dream.
This Spring Festival, I came to the bridge again. However, it doesn't like wearing new clothes as much as it does in summer, probably because of the upcoming China New Year. The bridge deck is covered with thick snow, with several deep ruts in the middle and footprints scattered on both sides, which must have been left by pedestrians crossing the river. Although the bridge has changed, it can't stop my interest. My sister and I had a snowball fight on the bridge. The snow hit her face and suddenly turned into a snowman; Snow hits my head, and I suddenly become a "Santa Claus" with white eyebrows and a white beard ... whenever I play with my friends, I will think of the small bridge in the east. When can I go to grandpa's house again and see the little bridge that brought infinite joy to my childhood?
Bridges in my hometown My hometown is in prosperous Ningbo, where there are many bridges. For example, Qinqiao, Lingqiao and Yongjiang Bridge, but I like Qinqiao best. Although Qinqiao is young, its charm is not inferior to Lingqiao and Yongjiang Bridge.
The piano bridge is magnificent. It spans the Fenghua River. On the railings on both sides of the piano bridge, there is a staff high-pitched symbol every one meter, like a graceful little girl. In the center of the bridge stands a tall bow, in which 34 steel wires stand neatly and evenly, just like a huge harp composed of strings and bow. Under the piano bridge, there came "Wow, Wow ..." The sound of running water was like a beautiful song ... These beautiful scenery made up a happy music. In the evening, the piano bridge looks even more charming under the setting sun, as if it were a gorgeous rainbow. The pedestrians on the sidewalks on both sides of the piano bridge are like ribbons. The endless stream of cars on its bridge road is like the rushing waves on the sea. As the sun sets, the bridge lights of Qinqiao "swish" twice, and those bridge lights emit white light, just like putting a silver-white dress on Qinqiao. Standing on the bridge, overlooking the distant lights, Huoguang Mountain is shining with beautiful light! Overlooking the rolling East River, it is sparkling and playful.
I like the bridge in my hometown, and I like the piano bridge even more! I hope Qinqiao will always be young, beautiful and full of vitality!
Small Bridge in Hometown 9 There is a very ordinary bridge in my hometown. Although not as grand as cable-stayed bridges and overpasses, this ordinary bridge is the god in my heart and the god in my hometown.
In spring, everything comes back to life, and this beautiful bridge seems to wake up. In spring, the flowers in my hometown are gorgeous, the grass grows luxuriantly, and the swallows fly back, just like Chinese paintings that are only rendered green without ink lines. Miss Liu's hair hung down, and this picture turned the small bridge in her hometown into a fairyland on earth. What a beautiful scenery!
In summer, there are more people and the bridge becomes lively, because summer is the hottest! People stood on the bridge one by one, and suddenly a cool breeze blew, which made everyone cool. People always expect the next gust of wind to be cooler. When it is very hot, someone jumps into the river, which brings us coolness in an instant.
Autumn, autumn is crisp, and leaves fall on the bridge deck. When looking for food, the little ant accidentally landed on the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, allowing the little ant to enjoy a free long-distance trip.
In winter, the bridge is covered with thick snow and children play on it. Although they all fell, they stood up and continued the game with a smile on their faces.
We grow up day by day, and the bridge grows old year by year, but the bridge still bends weakly day and night to let us pass.
This small bridge is beautiful all year round. I love the small bridge in my hometown.
Small Bridge in Hometown 10 In our village, there is a small flat bridge, which is selfish and unwilling to contribute to others. Whenever people cross the bridge, it will try its best to throw the people who cross the bridge into the river, making people afraid to cross the bridge again.
Soon, people built a small arch bridge next to that bridge. Although the small arch bridge is not as beautiful as the small flat bridge, it is willing to contribute to people. No matter how others step on it, it helps others without saying a word.
Once, an old lady with gray hair wanted to cross a small arch bridge, because it was difficult to walk up and down the slope. The small arch bridge saw that it was very laborious for grandma to cross the bridge, so she took the initiative to straighten herself and let grandma cross the bridge smoothly.
Xiaopingqiao saw that the arch bridge held others all day and let others walk around on it, secretly calling himself a big fool.
How time flies! Two years have passed in a blink of an eye. Small arch bridge to do these good things, small flat bridge in mind. Xiaopingqiao was slowly moved by the helping spirit of the small arch bridge and felt ashamed. It thinks: small arch bridge can help others, why can't I? But time cannot go back. Just when Xiaopingqiao was sad, a little boy accidentally ran to Xiaopingqiao. Therefore, Xiaopingqiao did not throw the little boy into the river, but sent him there with a smile.
The little boy felt very strange after crossing the bridge and trotted to tell his family. At first, his family did not believe what he said. Later, it was not until a bold man crossed the bridge that he confirmed what the little boy said.
In the future, people will share two small bridges and decorate them more beautifully with their own tools.
Bridges in my hometown 1 1 The earliest bridges left in my memory are not the best bridges in the world, but some bridges in my hometown.
My hometown is also a water town. There are many winding ditches and countless natural bridges around the village.
The ditch in my hometown is not wide, which is only a dozen meters. The bridge over the ditch is very simple. It is often the two piers below, with several wide stone slabs on them. These slates are not closely arranged, and there is usually a big gap under the two slates. But this kind of bridge is also a decent bridge. It is very convenient for people to walk steadily on the bridge, and there is no need to wade or detour any more. They will like this temporary bridge and be grateful to the people who built it. It's just that this small bridge is too thin, maybe it's just a passing ox cart, and the bridge will be deformed. If there is a heavy rain, a lot of soil in this small bridge will be taken away, revealing the skeleton of the bridge. Perhaps, there will be a few hardworking villagers who will make up the bridge skin again. But after a year's life, Xiao Qiao can no longer undertake its former mission. ...
When you stand on the bridge, have you ever thought about how you would get there without it? You can roll up your trouser legs and run there, but if you meet a big river, you can't walk there like a stream.
The bridge of hometown, its unknown and selfless spirit, is worth learning from each of us.
Small bridge in my hometown 12 There is a stone arch bridge in my hometown. It is not as grand as Zhao Zhouqiao or as famous as Zhao Zhouqiao, but it brings convenience to people in my hometown and joy to my childhood.
It is like a well-made arch, drawing a beautiful arc. There is clear water under the bridge, green lawns and dense trees everywhere, birds chirping in the branches, and from time to time there are several ducks swimming in the water. It's really interesting to stand on the bridge and enjoy the scenery and breathe fresh air.
The railings on both sides of the stone arch bridge are carved with exquisite patterns, such as "Jade Rabbit Lucky", "Dragon Dance" and "Dragon Play Pearl", each with an auspicious and beautiful name.
My friends and I often go to this stone arch bridge to play. Sometimes we race to see who gets to the other end of the bridge first. Sometimes we stand on the bridge and throw stones farther than anyone else. Sometimes we throw water into the water with thin stone pieces and watch the stones jump on the water. We feel very happy in our hearts. Tired of playing, we sat on the prominent stone pier near the bridge fence, chatting all over the world, telling jokes and talking about TV programs ... In this laughter, we ushered in a sunrise and sent away a touch of sunset glow.
Although the small bridge in my hometown is ordinary, it is the "Zhao Zhouqiao" of my hometown and the memory of my childhood.
Small bridge in my hometown 13 There is a clear river in my hometown with a simple bridge on it.
Over the years, this small bridge has experienced countless ups and downs, leaving countless traces of trampling on it, but it still lies there firmly, still the same.
Every time I walk on this small bridge, I feel so happy. Under the bridge, the fish at the bottom of the water swam leisurely. In the air, happy birds are flying freely and the breeze is blowing. The mirror-like water rippled gently, reflecting the bridge shadow on the river. With the slight vibration of ripples, like an arc staff, fish is like a beating note. I often can't help being surprised. I really want to sing a nursery rhyme I like, but I'm afraid to let the birds fly in the branches. I really want to make up a dance of praise, but I am afraid to scare away.
Xiaoqiao in my hometown, I love you. Although you are not as famous as the Iron Cable Bridge that Uncle Red Army walked over, nor as majestic as Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge, you are very high in my heart. You don't bow silently for the heat in summer and the cold in winter, let people step on your back and let the wheels roll on your back. You silently bear all kinds of pressures and never complain. The small bridge in this hometown misses the people in my hometown. It is unpretentious, silent and strong, never asking for it, but selfless dedication and pay.
Ah! Bridge in my hometown-I love you. You are a firm bridge in my childlike heart, a simple bridge, and a bridge shining with sunshine.
Bridge in my hometown 14 My hometown is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains. There are many crystal clear streams. A clear stream is always a trickle and never dries up. Our ancestors built bridges on these criss-crossing streams. Some are wooden bridges paved with wood, like the balance beam on the gymnastics field, straight and slippery; Some are stone arch bridges made of stones, like rainbows hanging on the horizon after the spring rain. They are very beautiful ... these small bridges with different shapes are like a beautiful picture scroll, showing the wisdom of our ancestors, which is both ornamental and practical.
Despite thousands of years of wind and rain and scars, the small bridge in my hometown still stands firmly on those streams and never stops from morning till night. Those who leave early and return late, as long as they go out, all the animals, large and small, will walk on it, leaving footprints on the bridge from generation to generation. But they always have no regrets and silently bear all kinds of light or heavy pressures and burdens. Their spirit of self-sacrifice and selfless dedication will always be admired and praised by people.
The mountains and fields in my hometown are beautiful, but I think the bridges in my hometown are the most beautiful, and the beauty lies in their generous quality! Beauty lies in the spirit of never bowing. I love my hometown, and I love the small bridge in my hometown even more.
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Bridge in my hometown 15 My hometown is in Sichuan, where the scenery is beautiful and pleasant. This is a shallow hilly area where there are many terraces. There is a Qingshui River near the terraced fields, and there is a stone bridge on the river.
This bridge is ordinary, no different from other bridges. But it brings convenience to people's lives. This bridge is18m long and 2m wide. It has six piers and belongs to a footbridge. There is a weir 30 meters upstream of the bridge. Some villagers often wash clothes on this weir, and some children come here to play with water. They splashed water and splashed clothes. They had a good time. Some bold children simply jump into the river to catch small fish and shrimp. Usually, the river is calm and will not flood over the weir, but in case of flood, the weir will be flooded and the stone bridge may also be flooded. Because of the protection of the weir, the impact of the flood is not so great, so the bridge will not be destroyed. This also shows the wisdom of the villagers.
This bridge is not only convenient, but also strong. It has been more than 100 years since the bridge was built, and it has experienced ups and downs, but it is like a soldier sitting there, motionless.
This bridge is very ordinary. It is not as majestic as Zhao Zhouqiao or Lugou Bridge. In many bridges, it is like an ugly duckling. Many people have stepped on it and left many footprints on it!
I love the small bridge in my hometown.