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Our story on the bridge composition

『一』Write a bridge story about single-plank bridges, stone arch bridges, cross-river bridges, and overpasses.

Bridge Quarrel

Bridge Quarrel

There are four types of bridges, they are single-plank bridges, stone arch bridges, cross-river bridges and overpasses.

One day, Qiao’s mother went out, and the four brothers started to play a game. The game was to talk about their strengths. As a result, the four brothers who were best friends started to quarrel.

Dumuqiao said: "I have the greatest ability. Look, the materials on me are so cheap, no one can afford a piece of wood, right? Besides, I am so convenient, I can make it in a few minutes, you see Look at how dull and inconvenient you are, so..."

Before Dumuqiao could finish speaking, Shiguqiao spoke: "Tsk, my construction is not much more complicated than yours, but I can carry If you encounter a car, it will collapse. If I encounter a car, it will not collapse. It can also carry large ships, and it can carry more people than you. Don't these prove that I am the bridge with the most advantages?" /p>

When I saw him across the river bridge, he said: "What do you mean by your little ability? My ability is the greatest. I can carry 30 cars on my back without it falling down. If there are many people above you, it may fall down." Come on, look at how strong my iron guardrail is. There is no possibility of someone jumping into the water. Moreover, I have street lights, and the small screws on the car can be seen at night. Besides, Brother Shigong, you can pass under the bridge. Two boats? I can carry 7 or 8 boats. Hey, I think the bridge has the most advantages..." At this time, the overpass couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I am the one! Hundreds of cars, even a few of your gadgets won’t break down on me.”

Amidst the noise, Brother Qiao fell asleep.

The single-plank bridge dreamed that it became like an overpass, but it was still made of wood; the stone arch bridge dreamed that it became a cross-river bridge, but without piers; the cross-river bridge dreamed that it was as light as the single-plank bridge, but The shape is the same as before; the overpass felt that its own piers were too troublesome, so it wanted to be like a stone arch bridge, but everything else remained unchanged... When everyone woke up, they asked Mother Qiao to give birth to a younger brother for them. Mother Qiao agreed and said she would work hard to give birth to a baby brother in 2020. Under this kind of bridge.

『二』Composition on what happened on the bridge, any bridge will do, please accept it

My hometown is in the mountains where tea and fruits are fragrant, and there is a bridge at the end of the village. There is a 100-meter-long bridge above the crystal clear river that flows silently forward.

When I was six or seven years old, the bridge had just been built. Due to various reasons, as well as my mother’s warning that I should not take risks, my childhood wish to cross the bridge never came true. . Later, we moved. I haven't been able to walk across the bridge for six years, so walking on the bridge has gradually become a small wish hidden in my heart. Not long ago, I returned to my lovely hometown and once again embarked on a bridge walk. When my sister and I walked to the bridge, I was very excited and happily told my sister about my wish that would come true. Unexpectedly, my sister was still very supportive of me and happily said to me: "Look, it is a sunny day today. I knew it was a day of success." I looked up at the sky and thought to myself: Yes, today is the day when my wish will come true, and I must not give up. Then I followed my sister onto the bridge with great confidence. It was okay to walk for more than ten meters at first, but gradually I reached the middle of the bridge and looked at the sparkling water under the bridge. I felt dizzy and heard my heart beating loudly, as if my whole body was slowly beating. The ground was falling, as if it was about to fall into the water. I didn't dare to go any further, so I stopped walking like lead. My sister in front saw that I didn't follow, so she turned around and said, "What, are you scared?" I said, "Sister, let's go back, I don't want to leave." My sister said, "Wasn't it your childhood wish to walk on the bridge? Are you just backing down like this? Don't always look down at the water, look up at the front - what a beautiful scenery!" I looked up at the front, and the picturesque scenery suddenly made me feel relaxed and happy. At this time, I heard my sister say again: "Nothing will be smooth sailing. You must have the confidence to overcome fear. Don't look at the water under the bridge, but look at the road ahead. As long as you step forward bravely, Take the first step, then take the second step, so you can cross the bridge?" After listening to my sister's words, I suddenly realized that my whole body was full of strength.

I shouted: "Hey, I have been studying for six years in vain. I can't even overcome this difficulty. How will I go in the future! Sister, thank you! You will always be my close friend." When my sister saw me, I understood the reason and smiled happily. When I reached the end of the bridge, I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. I shouted ecstatically: "Ah! I succeeded, I succeeded!" I smiled as I held my sister's hand. Non-stop. A gust of wind blew, and I felt very happy. Looking at the river again, the grass shook its head gently, as if congratulating me on my success. Through this bridge crossing, I learned a profound truth: in the face of difficulties, we must move forward courageously, have confidence, and dare to challenge difficulties, only in this way can we achieve a great career. Although the bridge is only a very small thing in my life, I will remember this experience of crossing the bridge and I will use it to accompany me on my path of growth. Comment: The young author narrated his experience of crossing the bridge with delicate and smooth notes. Although it was a small thing, the young author saw the big things from the small things, and derived from it the profound truth of having the courage to overcome difficulties, which is very touching. Benefited a lot.

『三』Chinese homework composition "The Story of the Bridge"

China's present

Ancient still existing

one. Also known as

. Located in the west of

the city of Sichuan Province,

across

. Construction started in September of the 44th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign in the Qing Dynasty (1705) and was completed in April of the following year. The bridge has a clear span of 100 meters, a clear width of 2.8 meters, and a bridge deck distance of 14.5 meters. There are 13 iron cable chains used in the whole bridge, 9 of which are used as load-bearing bottom cables, covered with horizontal and vertical wooden boards as the bridge deck, which can pass people and livestock; 4 are used as handrails and are arranged on both sides of the bridge deck. Regarding

, what may have impressed you most is the poem "

" in Chairman ***'s "

", which was exactly the 22 warriors of the Red Army back then

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, breaking through

natural dangers, the Red Army achieved

the victory of joining forces, and thus

also became

a tower on the

, was loaded into history

. Approved by the State Council in 1961, the cable bridge (including ancillary buildings) is a national unit. The Luding Iron Cable Bridge is 103.67 meters long and 3 meters wide. It is composed of three parts: the bridge body,

and bridge pavilion: The bridge body is composed of 13 bowl-shaped iron chains, including 9 bottom chains and handrails. 4, each chain is interlocked by 862 to 997 handmade iron rings, with a total weight of more than 21 tons. The bottom chain is covered with wooden boards, and the handrails and the bottom chain are connected with small iron chains, so that the 13 chains form a whole (the tour guide should point to the bridge body to explain);

It is fixed

The foundation of piles and Wolong piles; the bridge pavilion is an ancient Qing-style building. Across the river, there is an ancient building on the hillside. It has a long history. In other words, it is a temple. But at that time, it was the "point command headquarters" and machine gun position of the Red Army. It was under its cover that 22 warriors of the Red Army bravely climbed over 13 iron ropes, shattering Zhu Mao's dream of "becoming the second". Walking on the bridge and looking down at the Dadu River, can you imagine how such heavy iron chains were pulled across the river to form an iron cable bridge? How did the Red Army climb this 103-meter iron rope under the pressure? We arrived underground on the west side of the bridge, which is the key point of the bridge. Below the base of the fort is a well, buried with

cast

piles and Wolong piles, and with iron chains

, the one we saw

is the

pillar, and the weight cast on it is 18,000 kilograms, which is about the same weight as

’s golden hoop. It is probably the only one that can support the bridge. .

This is the imperial stele of that year. The main text is "

", and the horizontal text is "Unify the rivers and mountains" (viewed from left to right), which shows Kangxi's desire for the integrity of the territory at that time; On the other hand, "unification of mountains and rivers" expresses his joy for the complete unification of territory. From this we can imagine the importance of the chain bridge to the reunification of the motherland, and everyone should understand the meaning of the word "Luding".

It is located on the Dadu River in

City.

The bridge was built in the 44th year of Kangxi reign of the Qing Dynasty and completed in the 45th year of Kangxi reign (1706). Kangxi's imperial pen inscribed "Luding Bridge" and an imperial monument was erected at the head of the bridge. The bridge is 103 meters long and 3 meters wide. 13 iron chains are fixed on both sides.

Falling into the well, 9 are used as bottom chains and 4 are divided. There are 12,164 interlocking iron rings on both sides as handrails, and the iron parts of the entire bridge weigh more than 40 tons. Both sides of the Taiwan Strait are

ancient buildings with unique styles and styles unique to our country. Since the Qing Dynasty, this bridge has been an important passage from Sichuan to Tibet and a key military link. On May 29, 1935,

passed here

and made the bridge famous at home and abroad.

『四』The Story of Bridges and Me High School Composition

Speaking of bridges, there are many, big bridges and small bridges.

Today, we went fishing on the small stone bridge in the botanical garden. After taking the fishing gear, we went to the stone bridge in the botanical garden, opened the fishing gear and sat on the stone bridge to fish.

When it was almost noon, my father asked: "How many have fallen?" Mom said happily: "Three." "How many fish did my son catch?" Dad asked with concern. I muttered in my mouth: "I didn't catch it."

After a while, a fish finally bit the hook. I was so excited that I swung the rod hard, but it was too hard. In addition, the bridge was narrow, and the fish was thrown to the other side of the river. . I shouted: "Damn it!" Dad said: "You must be serious about everything you do, and you can't blame others. Fishing itself is an activity that exercises people's patience."

I was about to sit down and fish seriously, but the sky was not beautiful and it started to rain. I let out a long sigh: "You must choose good weather next time you come." Dad saw my unhappiness and comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter, we will come back to fish next time."

When we put away our fishing gear and walked down the bridge, I fell because we were walking too fast and the bridge was too slippery. I lay on the bridge and wanted to cry, but drizzle fell on my face and body. I enjoyed the coolness brought by the drizzle and forgot about the pain. I lay in the wind and rain, and the bridge seemed to be my bed.

Gradually, I seemed to fall in love with this small stone bridge. I looked at the colorful shoes of everyone walking across the bridge, including cloth shoes, leather shoes, and sports shoes. Thinking about the stories that happen on small bridges every day, I think small bridges are also great.

『五』The composition using the primary school text "Bridge" as an example is about 300 words!

The Story of the Bridge

From the 18th century to the 21st century, I stood here, through ups and downs——

I am a bridge, a mountain man himself built bridge.

That's right, I am a stone bridge, a very long stone bridge, just a bridge made of more than a dozen long stone slabs on the mountain. But my body is very strong. I am made of the blood and sweat of mountain people. With me, the distance children have to go to school has been reduced by dozens of times. Dedicate my life!

I am a bridge, a stone bridge connecting the school and the mountainous area. I will do my best to help the people in the mountainous area and the children in the mountainous area. Children in twos and threes, carrying students' schoolbags, walked happily over, spreading laughter all the way. Come on, children, I am old, indeed old, but I will still stand up tall and kiss your little muddy feet.

Now the clear river water has begun to become turbid, the small fish and shrimps have disappeared, and the mud at the bottom of the river has emerged from the water. Is this river that depends on me for my life about to leave me? What about me? Is it going to be demolished? No, as long as I still exist, I will stretch out my long arms, pick up the children who are studying, and send them to the other side of the river, to the direction of hope.

"Land" A story about bridges

The earliest bridges that remain in my memory are all small bridges.

My hometown should be considered a water town. There are many ditches tangled around the small village, and there are also many natural bridges.

The ditches in my hometown are not wide, only about ten meters. The bridges over the ditches are very simple, usually just two piers at the bottom and a few long wide stone slabs on the top. The stone slabs are not closely arranged, and there is usually a large gap between two stone slabs. But this kind of bridge is quite stable. Although there is no bridge railing, because the ditch is very narrow and the water is not very deep, I don’t feel scared when I stand on the bridge and look at the water flowing under the bridge. Such stone bridges were considered decent bridges in my hometown when I was a child. They were all built on important roads leading from my hometown to the outside world, and had to withstand the traffic of people, vehicles, and animals. Although this stone bridge looks rough, it has withstood the wind and rain of time. Few people in the small village know when these bridges were built, and the stories about these bridges are mostly rumors about people who accidentally slipped on the bridge. Although no one has ever mentioned the long history of this bridge, I can figure it out now in retrospect, because the thick stone slabs on the bridge deck have been severely worn, and the corners of the stone ridges that were originally square have disappeared and become rounded. , they have become the hieroglyphs of the history of the stone bridge. The narrow pores between the two stones must be due to the erosion of the rain and snow over time!

On some country roads, the two sides of the ditch are Connected together are small bridges built with wooden piles and branches. These bridges are all temporary and do not require much human and financial resources, but they are also difficult to last. Generally, villagers find it inconvenient for some paths to end when they reach the edge of the ditch. To get to the other side, they have to either wade through the water or take a long detour. Wading is okay if it is summer, but it will be very uncomfortable in other seasons. Moreover, if you are carrying a heavy load, wading will be even more difficult. If you go around, the road will be too far, because the ditch is usually very long, which will waste a lot of time. . So some villagers organized themselves together and made an agreement with the village to cut down some branches, use the thicker ones to make bridge piles, and the thinner ones to form the bridge deck. The branches on the bridge deck are spread very thickly. After the branches are laid, a thicker layer of soil is placed on top, and when they are stepped on firmly, the bridge is completed. People walking on this small bridge are stable and very convenient. They no longer have to wade through water or go around far. They will feel fond of this temporary bridge and feel grateful to the people who built it. It's just that the material of this small bridge is too thin. Maybe if an ox cart accidentally passes over the small bridge, the small bridge will be slightly deformed. If there is a heavy rain, the soil on the small bridge will be taken away by the rain, and the bridge will reveal its skeleton. After the rain, a diligent villager will replenish the skin of the small bridge. But the life of the bridge is still too short. Maybe a year later, there will be only some traces left of it and it will no longer be able to fulfill its former mission.

On some of the narrower paths that are less traveled by, you will occasionally see a single-plank bridge beside the ditch. A piece of wood lies alone on the water, looking at the water below him every day, waiting for someone to climb over him. The single-plank bridge always makes people scared. Walking on this bridge will always make you feel frightened and your legs will feel weak. But in order not to wade in the water and not to take a long way around, you can only take risks. I remember that the first time I walked on a single-plank bridge as a child, I was so scared that I rolled and crawled on my hands and feet. When I walked across the bridge, I was covered in sweat. Although it is only a single log bridge, it still fulfills the mission of the bridge and shortens the road, but now such bridges have disappeared and can no longer be seen!

An essay titled "Qi" bridge story< /p>

Bridge seems to be the first invention invented by Chinese people. China has many rivers and lakes, so bridges have become an indispensable tool in people's daily lives. China is so big that the topography and people's conditions vary from place to place, and the bridges have their own colors depending on the location.

In my impression, Jiangnan has the most bridges, the best ones, and the most efficient ones. I have been to many famous bridges: Lugou Bridge is too domineering, Zhaozhou Bridge looks a bit dated, Fengyu Bridge is too elegant, and Flower Bridge lacks detail. The bridge in the south of the Yangtze River is simple and elegant, and does not need to be elaborately carved. It makes people fascinated. This is just like the women from Jiangnan, petite and beautiful. No powder applied but radiant.

There are countless bridges in Jiangnan. Small bridges, flowing water, people walking on the bridge, water flowing under the bridge, everything is very normal. The bridge is no longer just a means of transportation in Jiangnan, it has also become a symbol of beauty. The bridge in Jiangnan does not exist alone. It is very harmonious with the surrounding buildings. "There are three hundred and seventy bridges in Spring City, with red towers on the banks and wickers on the other side." No wonder Mr. Chen Yifei, a painter living in the United States, is famous both at home and abroad for his oil painting "Memories of Hometown", which depicts Zhouzhuang's twin bridges.

The people in Jiangnan are wise, and each bridge has become a piece of handicraft in their hands. The combination of bridges and water, bridges and people, and bridges and boats in Jiangnan is beautiful and full of artistic conception. Although the dawn moon in Lugou is also very gorgeous, what about the bridges in the south of the Yangtze River that are so poetic? "The small bridge is quiet at night, and people are playing flutes. In ancient times, the monks who were crossing the moon called the boat." In Jiangnan, a bridge is a poem and a legend. The Maple Bridge has the poetic scene of the setting moon and the crows cry, the Broken Bridge has the love of the white snake Xu Xian, and the Burying Flower Bridge has the aura of Daiyu burying flowers.

Although the bridges in the south of the Yangtze River are colorful, and I was born and raised in the south of the Yangtze River, in my childhood memories the bridges are monotonous, strange, and impersonal.

I spent my childhood at my grandmother’s house in the countryside. There is a not too wide river at the entrance of the village, and there is also a bridge. It was a bamboo-wood bridge, not wide, narrow, without any decoration, let alone elegant and simple. In my memory, the bridge is almost the same as the plain. The bridge connects to the road, and the road connects to the bridge. At most, I just hang on the bridge railing and spit into the river childishly when I have nothing to do. There is a forest on the other side of the bridge. I spent most of my childhood catching birds in the forest.

Every time when I walked across the bridge to play in the woods, my grandma would always call me by my nickname and wait for me to go back to eat. Grandma has never been able to cross this bamboo-wood bridge. I don’t know the reason, but I just heard from my parents that my grandma has never walked across the bamboo-wood bridge since my grandpa died. So every time I came back from playing, I would always see my grandma waiting by the bridge with a smile.

It wasn’t until later that I learned from my friends the reason why my grandma couldn’t cross the bridge. It turns out that according to village customs, widowed women cannot cross the bamboo bridge, otherwise the whole village will suffer. My grandmother married here from the other side of the bridge when she was young. A year before I was born, my grandfather passed away due to illness, leaving only an old house and this ancient custom to my grandmother. After my grandfather died, my grandmother really never crossed this bamboo-wood bridge again. Even though grandma’s natal family is just across the bridge.

Grandma’s steadfastness was also praised by her neighbors. They respect their grandmother just like they respect the ancient martyr and pure women. I think if it was still popular to build chastity memorial arches at that time, my grandmother would definitely be famous in the countryside. The neighbors are friendly but also selfish. They impose this custom on grandma for their own psychological happiness. And grandma seemed happy to comply and accept. But I can often see my grandma standing on the edge of the bridge looking into the distance, and I can often hear her crying in the dark room. I know my grandma, and she wants to cross this bridge in the end.

Nowadays, the bamboo and wooden bridge in front of the village has long been demolished and replaced by a modern viaduct, with heavy traffic flowing from south to north. The customs in the village have long since passed away, and young widows can come and go freely. However, my grandma has left me. My dear grandma, you will never be able to get out of this bridge in your life.

In fact, my grandmother is just like thousands of ordinary farm women in China, hard-working, simple and kind-hearted. I still can't know my grandmother's name, just like I still can't recall the name of the bamboo bridge.

"Eight" A 400-word essay on the story that happened on the bridge

Three hundred years ago, the magistrate of Peng County received a report from a horse that a plague was rampant in Huangzhou, and those infected He coughed up blood and died within three months. He asked the county magistrate to strictly prevent anyone from Huangzhou from entering the city. The county magistrate immediately ordered the entire city to be under martial law and strictly prohibited anyone from Huangzhou from entering the city.

Three hundred years later, Wu Siniang of Pengcun received a call. Her son said that he had contracted lung disease and needed to go home for recuperation.

The track of history extends in parallel, chasing back and forth; history also wakes up in the same way, examining the past and present.

The county magistrate is uneasy. His only brother lives in Huangzhou. If they come to ask for help, should they open the door?

Wu Siniang's heart skipped a beat and asked her son if he had the infectious disease mentioned on TV. His son didn't say anything, coughed a few times and then died.

A few days later, the county magistrate walked towards the city gate and Wu Siniang walked towards the village entrance.

"Uncle, please let me in. My parents are both dead. I fought my way out to escape. Uncle, you can't just die without saving me!" The nephew of the county magistrate on the other side of the bridge Crying and begging.

"Mom, I'm back," Wu Siniang's son walked towards the entrance of the village.

History overlaps with thick colors and flows along the bridge of time.

"But I have issued a ban, and I have to be responsible to the people!" The county magistrate burst into tears. He had no children, and he had always loved his only nephew, but now...

"Son, listen to what mom is saying. The villagers behind Wu Siniang formed a circle. You must not enter the village. Look at these villagers. They have watched you grow up. Can you bear to pass the disease to them?"

"Uncle, let me in. You can't just die without saving me. You have to die next to your loved ones!" The nephew of the county magistrate on the other side of the bridge cried for help.

"Mom, you can't just die without saving me! You can't die outside!" Wu Siniang's son on the other side of the bridge was crying and begging.

Emotion and reason stand on both sides of the bridge, the eternal wind blows, and history continues

"Nine" The story of me and the overpass (composition)

When I became interested in bridges again, I was no longer the kid who had just learned to talk. The second time I fell in love with bridges was at my grandma’s house in the countryside. Grandma’s house is a place with a beautiful environment. The mountains surround this small village, and a small stream flows happily from top to bottom. In order to facilitate transportation, the people in the village They jointly built a wooden bridge. This wooden bridge is my favorite place to stay. Sitting next to the bridge, listening to the sound of the stream, and looking at the beautiful scenery formed by the bridge and the mountains, I feel very comfortable. The wooden bridge adds a wonderful touch to this beautiful picture. At that time, I thought, if I were a nice person in this village, I could enjoy the beautiful scenery every day.

"Shi" takes "The Story of the Bridge" as the composition title

This is a propositional composition that requires the writer to express his thoughts around that specific object - the maple leaf slowly falling at the end. Your true feelings should be tortuous and moving. You can think about it from different angles: for example, describing the scene of falling maple leaves, thinking of everything it has done for trees and fruit trees, and thinking of teachers who have given all their efforts for students, to praise the value of the fallen leaf spirit; The longing for friends is associated with the new leaves of the coming year, explaining that as long as you treat people with sincerity, new friendships will emerge, etc. [Title 2]

Remembering___________Requirements: 1. You can fill in weapons, candles, childhood toys, etc. on the horizontal lines to complete the title. 2. Recall things from objects, write about people, and express deep feelings. 3. The number of words should be no less than 600, and no real names of people, places, or schools should appear. [Test-taking guidance]