In life, we have seen all kinds of bridges: quiet and safe single-plank bridges, simple and hard small stone bridges,

In ancient and modern times, bridges are the oldest, most spectacular, and most beautiful construction projects built by humans. They are witnesses of humans transforming nature and creating history, and they are the essence of human creation

Beautiful and colorful works of art. In my heart, there is an invisible "bridge". Under the bridge are thorns full of obstacles and temptations. On one end of the bridge are mother’s warnings and concerns, on the other end are father’s hopes and sustenance, and on the bridge are our pursuits and dreams.,,,,,,

The bridge is a speechless building. It only has the cold bridge deck and the sustenance of water. When you carry your schoolbag and stumble across the bridge, walking home against the sunset, you can only hear your own lonely footsteps, and you can never hear your second voice that makes you look forward to it. Voice.

The bridge is the soul of a building that can speak. Although it has no body, it has a strong bridge to accompany you through the thorns you encounter; although it has no soul, it can still know everything in the world and see all aspects of life. When the moon shines high and the autumn wind blows under the cherry blossom trees, you come to this lonely bridge alone and stand on the bridge looking at the reflection of the desolate moon. You can't help but feel sad. At this time, a caring and loving person will appear on the bridge, holding your hand and saying to you, "I will walk with you." At this time, you will find that the bridge is not a cold building.

Bridges, people have walked on many bridges in their lives and visited many bridges. However, there are not many bridges that make you linger. The bridge under the moon is a bridge of loneliness; the bridge we walk together is the bridge of happiness; the bridge where the stream flows is the lively bridge; the bridge that gives you happiness and helps you walk through thorns is the bridge that can speak... ,,,

It may take a year to create a bridge, but it only takes a few minutes to cross a bridge. A bridge can accompany us through dozens of spring and autumn, but we can only step on it for dozens of spring and autumn. Under the cherry blossom tree, the moon is still shining high, the cherry blossoms are still flying, the autumn wind is still bleak, but the talking bridge is nowhere to be found.

The bridge that can speak is the bridge of the soul. Those words that are stuck in our dark hearts and have never been spoken, and the thoughts that are frozen in our memories can be released there, allowing us to reveal them. Open that layer of fog, breathe freely, let us miss you, let us remember, let the bridge of words live forever under the cherry blossom tree, is the most perfect ending. Let Qiao Yong speak. Let the bridge no longer be lonely, let the bridge no longer be cold, and let the bridge be full of warmth. Let the cold bridge flow with the wind, and let the warm bridge accompany us. It is always a warm color.

Bridges, bridges that can speak, bridges that cannot speak, cold bridges, warm bridges, bridges of the soul,,,,,,, bridges, bridges, colorful bridges are happy aisle.

-----Double 05.7

If life is an endless river, then I believe that there must be bridges on the river, full of family love, Friendship, nostalgia and patriotism...it carries you through a long life. People who have reached the other side, don't forget to look back and think about the road you have walked and the bridge you have crossed.

Life is long, and family affection is a string that is always stretched, playing the note of eternal love in the heart. I once remembered that a person was walking on the ancient road accompanied by thin horses in the west wind, and the crows of jackdaws made people feel more sad about traveling in a foreign country. Suddenly, the small bridges and flowing water that came into view brought a lot of sadness to the soul. The tears were trembling like broken beads and couldn't help but pour out. In the hazy eyes of tears, it seemed as if I had returned to the small bridge at the head of the village in my hometown, where the smoke from the kitchen was filled with the fragrance of rice. So, I wiped away my tears, packed my bags, turned my horse and galloped towards my hometown.

A touch of worry, a touch of sorrow, and a friendship that is as indifferent as water is like a single-plank bridge. Although simple, it always brings you timely warmth when you are most tired, embarrassed, and most in need of a thick shoulder to rely on. How many times have I been discouraged because of unsatisfactory life?

The words "Unfortunate things in life often happen, why be too worried" are like the breeze blowing in my ears; I have been depressed due to academic setbacks time and time again and even thought of giving up. The simple saying "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain?" It's like a clear spring pouring into a soul that is almost dry. As the ancients said, "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water." A touch of friendship is like a single-plank bridge, simple and simple yet everlasting and warm.

It is inevitable for a person to travel to a foreign country and face a completely different environment and culture. How can one not miss his motherland in his heart? Every time at this time, I think of Xu Zhimo, who was silent in Cambridge, holding a bamboo pen and paddling deeper into the grass; carrying a boat of stars, singing in the colorful starlight, and then waving his hand, not taking away a single cloud. Walking gently, I was wondering, is he planning to gently return to his motherland after so many years of absence?

The cold night is silent, the cold moon is silent. I wandered alone on the twenty-fourth bridge that used to be full of peonies. It was once so prosperous and peaceful with singing and dancing. But now, the beauty who played the flute is no longer there, and the lush peonies are not blooming, leaving a lonely twenty-four bridge. The fourth bridge, accompanied by it, is only the silent cold moon and the long sighs of honor and disgrace of several generations. The beauty has passed away, the prosperity has passed away, and history has passed away. Only the sincere heart of the patriotic poet who is filled with sorrow and hatred remains, and will last forever with the Twenty-Four Bridge.

Life is long, like a rushing river. Let family, friendship, nostalgia and patriotism hold you across the bridge of life