Write a prose with the title "Bridge" using symbolic techniques. The number of words should be no less than 450 words.

Chapter 1: The Bridge of the Soul

The breeze blows, the river ripples, and the water surface has layers of ripples, like the clear smile of an innocent girl. I want to ask you, is there a bridge on this river?

Everything is calm, white clouds slide slowly from the sky, flowers bloom silently, and occasionally a leaf falls from the branches. This is the river of the heart and the forest of the heart!

The human soul lives here. People can enjoy this mood paradise, with water, trees, flowers, and grass. You can abandon all worldly noise and annoyance and come here, isolate yourself from the world, and live only in your own world. But will you always be happy? Will you let loneliness accompany you? I just want to ask you, is there a bridge on this river?

Maybe as time goes by, you will get used to living without someone's company, but maybe you will also lose your happiness. You can't get out of this closed world, and no one can enter your world because there is no bridge. I want to ask you again, are you willing to build a bridge across this river?

You are solitary, solitary, and superior that you are always alone in that little corner. Without the halo woven by the sun and the wings woven by love, you cannot enjoy warmth and happiness. Are you happy? You always think that you have been abandoned and forgotten. In fact, you are trapping yourself and deceiving yourself. It's you who didn't build a bridge across the river, so others can't get close to you, so you're always alone! I also want to ask you, when will you build a bridge over the river?

Time will not stop for anyone, why not build a bridge for your own river while you are still young and ambitious?

I know you long for happiness, light, and love, but why haven’t you started building a bridge for your own river?

Your heart is beautiful and your world is magical. Why are you afraid of being alone? Please build a bridge for your own river quickly!

In my sleep, I will dream that one day, there will be a bridge on the river of everyone's soul, leading to the future, to light, to happiness, to beauty...

Chapter 2: The History of the Bridge

There are still people coming and going on the bridge, and the hustle and bustle of the world is flowing endlessly on the bridge like eternal years. The sun rises and the moon sets, the grass and trees wither, and the bridge The prosperity above is like the delicate plain clothes on the beauty's body, shaking off in a swipe.

The beautiful women with green silk ribbons standing on the bridge are still weaving dreamlike songs and dances to bring peace; those young men with fast horses and flat swords who are flying across the bridge are still running on the empty wind and dust. Chasing dreams that wander to the sky under the sky.

The bridge that has stood silently for hundreds of thousands of years has silently endured all kinds of dust. It has witnessed the vicissitudes of history, the changes of life, and the impermanence of fate. How many dynasties have risen and fallen under its watch, but it alone remains standing, like a flying rainbow across the river, connecting this bank with the other bank, and connecting the past with the future.

I always look at the bridge to settle the dust in my heart, talk, smile, and feel sad. I always stroke the bridge and listen to its weak heartbeat. The bridge does not speak, and I am silent, but we all know the pride and helplessness of being a bridge. The silent bridge can withstand the passing of time like a white horse, the smiling bridge can transport batches of young people with dreams, and the lonely bridge can endure the loneliness and desolation of no one's night.

There is no luxurious dream, what appears in the bridge dream every night is just the prosperous history and pedestrians coming and going.

The bridge said that it does not want to be as magnificent as a rainbow, but only wants to stand alone for thousands of years guarding history and responsibility.

The bridge said that it did not want to be burdened with the world's praises. It just wanted the bustling crowd to find a moment of support in him.

The bridge says that it will not be that towering light building that reaches into the clouds. It just wants to quietly complete its mission - crossing history, crossing people, crossing hearts.

Unfortunately, Qiao couldn't speak and was as silent as ever. Countless people hurriedly passed by on the back of the bridge, leaving only a few people standing at the head of the bridge, appreciating the loyalty and perseverance of the bridge.

Unfortunately, Qiao could not speak, remaining silent as always. Time flies by quietly, watching the pedestrians crossing the river drift away...

A bridge stands quietly in the torrent of history, silent for thousands of years. People are coming and going on the bridge, and things and people are changing.

Part 3: Memory of the Bridge

What is a bridge? There is no answer...

——Inscription

In the long river of time , maybe there is a piece of history that records each of your yesterdays. That piece of history is stored in our minds, and we call it memory.

In my memory, there is the word "bridge". I don't know when it formed in my memory, began to sprout and grow strong. I don't want to understand it, and I don't have to understand it. .

I am both familiar and unfamiliar with the word "bridge". Familiar and unfamiliar lines are intertwined, making it difficult for me to sort them out, and I don’t know where to start.

The incomplete video tape has begun to play back...

I came to a stone bridge that cannot be called a bridge. It has changed beyond recognition, but its unique charm still attracts me. It was once my childhood paradise. There were cracks in its bridge body. Looking at those clear large cracks, my heart began to hurt, but this feeling only passed by briefly.

On both sides of the bridge, there are trees, which contrast beautifully with the stone bridge. The water flows under the bridge, and fish swim freely in the water. Stone bridges, trees, rivers, and fish form a perfect picture that makes people feel moved and applauded.

A lot of soil has accumulated on the bridge, and some weeds have grown on it. It seems that no one has walked on it for a long time...

This bridge has given way to I can't get back the feeling of the past. Everything has long been lost in the long river of time along with memory...

Perhaps, I will never know why I feel like this about such a stone bridge. , I don’t want to know, just let everything disappear with time.

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Postscript: Life is like crossing a bridge. Before crossing, I knew nothing about the other side of the bridge and was full of curiosity; after passing, I needed courage to face the bumps on the road, everything was full of hardships; after passing, I walked towards the other side without any regrets...

Part 4: The built bridge

My brother likes to go for a walk in the park with me, especially when we pass by a bridge, he always pulls me onto the bridge. The bridge has many bridge legs, but it seems that there is nothing special about it except that there are many legs. Ginseng is old and expensive, but this bridge gives people the only feeling: this bridge is also very old, so old that it is of little use

When on the bridge, my brother often does this action: I put my hands gently on the pillars of the bridge, always tilting my head, and my expression was caressed by the oncoming wind. I was very peaceful, but I couldn't stand for a second while standing on the bridge, so I looked for new things everywhere, even though Even if I find a small thing, I will be secretly happy, because I don't want my serious brother to see me looking so childish. Over time, I gradually developed a good impression of this bridge, perhaps due to my brother's influence. My brother's habitual actions are as usual, and his behavior makes me baffled and puzzled. Regarding his unexplainable behavior, I have wanted to ask him for a long time, but it is better not to interfere with my brother. But he still restrained himself and let it slip. But his reply did surprise me a little bit. He said that he used to move around on this bridge like me, and he was an active child. He once stopped on this vicissitudes of life and remembered the past. It was a very worthwhile memory. So far, he has It was hard to forget, but time diluted all this, and he became quiet and serious, which was very different from the past.

He is right. Time flies, he has gone to college, left his hometown to study abroad, and is no longer as ignorant as before. And I have gradually grown up and become more sensible, and I have begun to have the characteristics that my brother mentioned. I would also occasionally stop on this old bridge to reminisce about those days in the past - really, it was very nostalgic, and sometimes I smiled carelessly on my face, but I knew that my heart also smiled... …

Chapter 5: Caoqiao River in March!

The breeze in March is particularly gentle, and the sunshine in March is particularly warm.

On March 29, all our fourth-grade reporters, led by the head teacher and several other teachers, came to the home of Grandpa Shen Kuipeng, a 79-year-old "Wuxi Environmental Protection Guardian" who lives by the Caoqiao River. Home.

As I approached Grandpa Shen’s house, I saw many promotional slogans written on the river embankment, and many wooden signs with environmental protection slogans erected on the walls. There are green trees here, and the bright red camellia exudes a strong fragrance, attracting many bees to collect nectar among the flowers. After a burst of firecrackers, we lined up and walked into Grandpa Shen's house. After a simple welcome ceremony, Principal Bian awarded the plaques of "Moral Education Base" and "Caoqiao River Environmental Protection Education Base" to Grandpa Shen. Next, Grandpa Shen introduced us to the changes in Caoqiao River. He said: "I grew up drinking the water of the Caoqiao River. I swam in the river when I was a child. The water of the Caoqiao River in the 1950s was crystal clear. In the 1970s, the water quality of the Caoqiao River began to deteriorate. And by In the late 1980s, the water quality became worse, and the fish and shrimp disappeared. The water could change several colors a day. It was dark red in the morning, yellow at noon, and black again in the evening." Grandpa Shen took a sip. Tea said to us sincerely: "The Caoqiao River is our mother river. Only if we all promote environmental protection, cultivate good hygiene habits, and join the ranks of protecting the Caoqiao River can the Caoqiao River be restored to its original appearance as soon as possible. ! This is my lifelong wish! I want to protect Caoqiao River for the rest of my life!" We listened and nodded thoughtfully. After Grandpa Shen finished speaking, he took us to visit Caoqiao River. Some young reporters even interviewed Grandpa Shen while walking!

Although I didn’t interview Grandpa Shen in the end, I didn’t learn anything. Because I understand one thing: Grandpa Shen is 79 years old, but he is still contributing to environmental protection and working hard for Caoqiao River. Why can’t we primary school students do it? During this outing for practical activities, we left a series of footprints on the Caoqiao River, and I also silently made a promise on the Caoqiao River.