The poem and painting in my heart is 800 words of Meijiang's composition.

In the evening, my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother went for a walk along the Meijiang River.

When I got there, I saw colorful street lamps, cars coming and going on the road, bright lights on the roof, and grandpa fishing by the river from time to time. I also saw an uncle fishing before I left. I looked at his fish basket. There are many big fish in it, including a very big fish, which is estimated to weigh more than ten kilograms. I had never seen this kind of fish before, so I asked my father, "What kind of fish is this?" Dad said, "This is a carp." I said, "This is the first time I have seen such a big fish."

After a walk, we came to the downtown area of Meijiang District. I saw four bridges on the river, namely: Meijiang No.1 Bridge, Meijiang No.2 Bridge, Jianying Bridge and Jiaying Bridge. The majestic bridge spans the middle of the river like a staff, and the street lamps on the bridge are like beating notes, playing cheerful music for us.

Grandparents by the river are dancing happily. There are cruise ships in the river from time to time. After the cruise, many small fish jump out of the water, as if racing with the cruise ship.

There are many rivers in the world, and each river has a bridge. In my eyes, all the bridges are inferior to the Meijiang Bridge in my hometown.

According to my mother, Meijiang Bridge has a history of more than 60 years. From a distance, she looks like a white ribbon, lying quietly on the Meijiang River, looking so elegant and simple. When I came to the front, the three characters of "Meijiang Bridge" seemed to tell the story of crisscrossing for decades. On both sides of the bridge, there are many curved arches, like a rainbow across the river, with columns embedded in the arch bridge, and like countless huge harps hanging on the river day and night, just like the wonderful music played by the harp. .........

When the sun was about to set, I came to the river again, which was the most beautiful time of Meijiang Bridge. At this time, the sun has turned into a big red disk, and slowly dyed the western sky red. In the beautiful sunset, Meijiang Bridge becomes colorful, sometimes dancing like a flying fairy, sometimes spreading its wings like Cai Feng, sometimes soaring like a magnificent black dragon, and sometimes galloping like a fine horse.

The sun is slowly setting in the west, and the night is getting darker and darker. On the bridge, there are many old people enjoying the cool and children playing. Vaguely, the wind is accompanied by the singing of Hakka folk songs. Everything is so quiet and beautiful.