600-word composition of Jintang Beihe 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. ...

Some fishermen waved bamboo poles and cast 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.

The bridge has undergone earth-shaking changes and widened. Under the sunlight, the cement on it presents a wonderful color. 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.