When I was a child, there was an arc stone arch bridge on the river in my hometown. The bricks and tiles above present a natural texture, criss-crossing, emitting a quaint charm.

On the bridge, two rows of willows are like beautiful girls, with long hair hanging down and looking in the mirror in the water. At night, I often crouch under a tree, with the bright moonlight overhead and the symphony of crickets humming a beautiful melody. ...

Under the bridge, some fishermen are waving bamboo poles and casting nets to fish in the water. Rough fishing songs indicate that they have gained a lot.

On both sides of the bridge, there are residential villages. They live in simple and low adobe houses with the same customs, unity and mutual assistance, and their hearts are closely linked by the bridge.

Now, the bridge has undergone earth-shaking changes, the bridge has become wider, and the cement on it has some fantastic colors under the sunlight. Under the reflection of the water, the beautiful bridge fence has long since disappeared, replaced by grandeur.

The willows on the bridge have long since disappeared, and high 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 become a boat braving the wind and waves, passing by "toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot toot". The stirred waves seem to have washed away the old lead and China, and entered a brand-new era with the progress of the ship.

The earth walls on both sides of the bridge have long since disappeared and become towering buildings, with crystal glass curtain walls shining in the sun. Residents on both sides of the strait have not forgotten the agreement of the bridge, but still unite and help each other.

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 style.

Ah, the bridge in my hometown, the bridge in my dream!