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.

Bridge of Friendship-Wannian Bridge

It's raining outside the window, and my thoughts are soaked. Winter has gone, a ray of spring brings warmth, and the bridge in my hometown is connected with unforgettable friendship.

Remember that old bridge? I remember, we remember, we are a group of laughing children, a group of young and naive partners, and a group of classmates who get along with each other day and night. We have walked together, with sincerity, hope and dreams, through the ancient bridge in the wind and rain and the ancient bridge in the sun.

A few mosses, a few grasses, or a few small snails leisurely show the richness and tranquility of this bridge. Walking through the bluestone road polished by predecessors, footsteps are empty, which is the echo of the collision between reality and history ...

The scientific name of the ancient bridge 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. ...