Time is like a filter, filtering away the dirt in memory and leaving glittering gold.
I have enjoyed the simplicity and antiquity of Zhao Zhouqiao, and the vitality and grandeur of the Yangtze River Bridge.
However, I always think of the small bridge in my hometown and the dream bridge in my childhood.
As long as I have a holiday, constant concern always urges me to find that warm and sweet childhood memory.
This is an ancient stone arch bridge that spans Xin 'an River.
The water is beautiful, the river is beautiful and the bridge is beautiful. The bluestone road on the bridge has been polished by the feet of pedestrians.
This bridge has added gorgeous colors to my interesting childhood.
However, the wheel of life took away my childhood and innocence when I transferred, moved, moved to high school and lived in school.
When I walked to the bridge again, the cheerful and calm feeling of the lake could not help but cause a melancholy ripple.
Listen, there is the sound of running water like a piano under the bridge.
It is Taiping Bridge, a bridge full of my childhood and affection.