Trouble to give an essay on the topic of bridges

Hometown River Bridge.

A bridge across the river of my memory.

For many years, I often stood at the head of the bridge, looking down at the rolling river and looking up at the majestic mountain peaks. Thatched huts, fields, beaches, canals, bank willows, as well as the singing chickens in the morning glow, the barking dogs in the twilight, the eagles flying in the mountain wind, and the sheep returning to the pen in the smoke. Painted as a unique sketch by the bridge, hanging on the heart screen, also used to decorate my open mind.

It is an ordinary river, which passes through the open space between the village and the mountain bees, cutting off the connection between the village and the mountain bees, and becoming lonely and lonely with each other.

The bridge is also a common bridge, the bridge wood is the father cut from the top of the south mountain or willow, two pairs, the big end is on the middle of the river stone buttress, the small end falls on the bank opposite each other. A general bridge with four logs is sufficient. The bridge is simple and simple, just like the button loop that my mother sewed on my placket.

In this way, the small bridge stitches together the longing of the village and the mountain.

The road went from the grassy beach in front of the village to the south mountain, and the river cut off the enterprising spirit of the path, and sighed against the river. And Xiaoqiao bravely lay on the river water, and used his body to connect the nerves and vasculature of the broken road. With his unchanged posture, he took on the responsibility of connection, and ushered in the delivery without regrets.

Bridge, Trinity. From the top of the mountain, the bridge is the two legs of the mountain stretching out to the village; From the village, the bridge is the village's arms embracing the mountain peaks.

And embracing the mountain bee is to embrace the days of abundant food and clothing. Nanshan of the hometown, from the east of the two-story Lizi, Laoyuefu, west to the ditch, Yangjiakan, the total area of more than 5,000 acres. The forests on the mountain are lush, with exotic flowers and plants, mountain goods and wild fruits, birds and animals, everything.

On the slopes and roots of the mountains, there are thousands of acres of fertile soil. If Nanshan is a cornucopia, then Xiaoqiao is the way for the villagers to make a fortune.

The tartar fragrant flowers are gone, and the lotus flowers are blooming. The first herbs in the mountains ripened. Fritillary, ground keel, gentian, fine spice, flowers and branches are waiting to be harvested.

After the purchase notice was posted at the purchase station of the supply and marketing cooperative, people entered the mountain one after another. Sandwiched between the adults, we children ran over the bridge with our little pickaxes and climbed the hillside covered with medicinal scents to hunt for the natural harvest.

In the evening, the people in the south and north of the bridge tied up and tied up their battles. The children rushed home to receive their rewards. The first fountain pen I used was exchanged for three catties of fine prickly, and the silver cap pale cyan barrel is still clearly remembered.

The bridge also serves as the hand of the clock, accurately recording the time sequence. This end of the bridge is spring, and the other end is autumn. The flat skewer that had just picked the seeds suddenly became a skewer carrying the crops; The earthen basket filled with fertilizer was filled with radishes and cabbage.

On the bridge are golden ears of grain, delicate pods, and heavy red sorghum. They bend the waist of the bridge.

The small bridge holds up the joy of the harvest.

The small bridge also has its leisurely atmosphere. In the drizzle, I made an appointment with a few fishing friends to hook the hope and sway leisurely. In late autumn, on the river above and below the bridge, there are always people digging a few fish cellars, occasionally picking up a row of fish to dry, and the hard-working villagers and Xiaoqiao work together to catch their own fresh fish in the river.

Proposal** (should be done):

1. Interpret the "bridge".

2. Dissect the "bridge".

3. Yu "bridge".

4. Put the "bridge".

Friendship is like that bridge.

What is friendship?

yes, who's going to think about that? Qian Zhongshu said: "The friendship between people is not due to indescribable benefits, but indescribably good."

I said, "If the relationship between people is like a river with a turbulent current, then friendship is a bridge over the river, dazzling and precious." ”

Everyone has their own friendship bridge, after all, friendship brings us too many good memories.

Every time we walk on this bridge, it's like finding the light.

Life puts so much pressure on people, and I have lost my own beacon, pursued those glorious halos, and lost myself. But a friend told me, "People have to live for their ideals."

I gradually found myself, and friendship made me feel the warmth of the world. A greeting when you are sick, a comfort when you are sad, and a teaching when you are confused. These are the most sincere feelings in the world - friendship.

Friendship is like that bridge.

Every time we walk on this bridge, we feel immensely happy.

When I play with my friends, I always feel a sense of satisfaction. That feeling is not adulterated, very pure, very real. I can confide in my friends and relieve my stress.

We share joy and sorrow. I truly experienced a feeling of "confidants in the sea, and neighbors at the end of the world". Friendship is like a ribbon that binds people's hearts together.

Friendship is like that bridge.

Every time we walk on this bridge, we feel that friendship is very precious.

Man is not a cactus in the desert, everyone needs friendship. If you know each other, you are friends, and if you know each other, you are a bosom friend. Cicero also said:

Only by being together for a long time can we have a good relationship. "Friendship is an emotion that comes from the heart. Money can buy material things, but it can't buy friendship.

False friendship is like a shadow of a person, when a person is in the sun, it will follow us closely, and once it is out of the sun, it will leave us. Friendship is earned from the heart.

Friendship is like that bridge.

Friendship is based on respect for others. Friendship is a symbol of respect. The more friends you have, the more respectful you are.

Friendship is like the bridge that connects people's hearts. Let people have the best feelings in the world.

Bridges, when you talk about bridges, do you think of bridges between hearts and minds? 'The call of the heart from the heart, the selfless dedication from love' may be familiar to many people. Oh, yes! There are so many callings ...... in our lives

Did family members, friends, or even strangers hear it? Calling for love, it is ......It is love, calling the most sincere heart, calling the intoxicating side. Are you the first to help a family member when they are in trouble?

Are you the first to comfort a friend when you hear an unhappy heart? When you encounter a stranger suffering, are you the first to give unconditionally? The first to build a heart-to-heart bridge?

Our love, our dedication, our bridges, are not limited to family and friends. Is it ruthlessly erased in the face of strangers? No, we are all brothers and sisters in life, from the same source of life, we are a community of life, and we have a bridge between hearts and minds.

We share the energy and resources of the earth, and we share the abundance and love of the earth. We should cherish ourselves, our families, our friends, and then everyone, even the flowers and trees in this world. Mencius once said, 'If the beginning of fire is the beginning of the spring, and the beginning of the spring is reached, it is enough to protect the four seas.'

If we selflessly connect bridges to every corner of the world, then the world will be a better and more colorful place. For our tomorrow, for our future, let us call together, calling for the bridge between hearts and hearts.

There are bridges in real life, and bridges in human connections, so let your imagination begin. It's actually quite easy to write. Connect with reality.

A bridge without piers.

In the past and present life, we are strangers; In this life and this life, we are friends; But you didn't build the bridge pier, and we will still be strangers in the next generation.

A bridge without piers is like a rainbow after the rain, which is instantly reduced to nothing; Like a single-plank bridge, it is shaky and can't resist the wind and rain and ......Feelings without knowing each other are like bridges without piers.

By chance, I browsed such a story on the Internet: Joe and Gao are good friends, God set up all kinds of difficulties in order to test their friendship, but they did not complain to each other, but understood and tolerated each other, advanced and retreated together, and overcame all kinds of difficulties together. God built a bridge of friendship for their friendship, but God forgot to install the bridge.

Soon after, the firm friendship broke down and the bridge collapsed, meaning that the long-standing friendship was over.

After reading it, I fell into deep thought: how can this story be like my ended, frozen friendship!

Min, my good friend, is a quiet, shy girl, when I was in elementary school, she was my first friend, and she was also my confidant friend who had nothing to say. We have gone through six years of happy primary school life together, and the bridge of our hearts has also sprouted. But God made a joke, Min always likes to compare with me, my personality is completely different from her, I am much more cheerful than her, this is where Min does not care.

Grades are what she values the most, and what teachers love us. When my grades were better than hers, she was very unhappy, and I didn't talk about my grades and kept mentioning them. Even when she asked, I gave her a vague answer.

And when her grades were better than mine, she was very happy and shared this joy with me without any worries. I don't mind! But the way she cried when her grades were lower than mine, I will never forget it, and even if I got a high score, I couldn't be happy.

Enter. After the fourth and fifth grades, Min and I gradually became estranged, and we were no longer as friendly as we used to be, all that remained was the politeness of my classmates, and I was no longer the best friend to her, nor was she the most important; Not even a single side of the word "value". I think this is my retribution for being suspicious of her and resentful of her! Because of my distrust of this friendship, the happy times of the past, the sound of silver bell-like play, and the joy of working together for the class disappeared around me like a cloud of smoke.

The bridge without piers in my heart has collapsed! Min, you know what? How I want to go back in time.

You and I talk about the bitterness and joy in our hearts; Constantly strive for each other and study hard; In the corridor, you and I have all kinds of joys.

Min, the past will be the past after all, the bridge is impossible to rebuild, and the bridge without piers will eventually collapse if it is rebuilt; Even if the piers are repaired, if we don't take good care of it, it will collapse. But how I wish this bridge wouldn't collapse! The former Min, the former me will appear in the future, will it reappear in my heart?