The bridge in my hometown is the bridge in my dream.
when I was a child, there was a curved stone arch bridge on the river in my hometown. The bricks and tiles on it showed natural texture, crisscrossed and exuded quaint charm.
On the bridge, two rows of willows look at themselves in the mirror like beautiful girls with long hair hanging down. At night, I often crouch under the tree, with the bright moonlight overhead, accompanied by the symphony of crickets, humming beautiful melodies ...
Under the bridge, some fishermen are waving bamboo poles and throwing nets in the water to fish, and the rough fishing songs indicate that they have gained a lot.
On both sides of the bridge, there is a village of residents. They live in simple and low adobe houses, share the same customs, unite and help each other, and their hearts are closely linked by the bridge.
Now, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the bridge. The bridge has become wider, and the cement on it shows some fantastic colors under the sunlight. Under the reflection of the water, the beautiful bridge railing has long since disappeared, and it has been replaced by grandeur and grandeur.
The willows on the bridge have long since disappeared. Tall street lamps stand on the bridge, bringing endless light to this dark night. They are like a row of giants guarding the safety of passers-by on the bridge.
The fisherman under the bridge has already turned into a wave-by-wave ship, and the waves stirred by it seem to wash away the old lead, and with the progress of the ship, it has entered a brand-new era.
the earth walls on both sides of the bridge have long since disappeared, and they have become towering and high-rise buildings, and the crystal glass curtain walls shine in the sunlight. The residents on both sides of the strait have not forgotten the agreement of the bridge, and they are still United and mutually supportive.
The bridge in my hometown is constantly refreshing its coat with the changes of the times, but its soul will never be erased in my heart, and it is blooming with charming elegance.
ah, the bridge in my hometown, the bridge in my dream!