Ask for an essay about the stone bridge in your hometown in 600 words, preferably with a description

There is a thousand-year-old stone bridge over my hometown hot springs. It is like a rainbow, spanning the banks of a great river. I often stand on the bridge, enjoy the picturesque scenery on both sides of the river, and look down at the rippling blue water below the bridge, and my mood becomes as calm as the river.

The stone bridge is made of rectangular light cyan stones, each weighing about 100 pounds. Under the bridge, there is a large hole, like a door, and the left and right shoulders of the big hole are carved with three small holes like doorways, which are connected with the reflection like a round moon. Unknown grass sprouted from the cracks in the stone of the bridge and danced in the wind.

In spring, colorful flowers bloom on both sides of the riverbank below the stone bridge. When the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers overflows. The surrounding mountains are dressed in verdant green, silently looking down on the bridge.

In summer, the weather is hot, and the bridge deck is basking in the strong sun, and it is as hot as being burned. People gather under the bridge to cool off and swim, the breeze is blowing, and the river is cold. The crowd laughed and played by the river, splashing and rippling in circles, gently caressing the stones of the bridge base.

Ohashi shields itself from the hot sun with its own body, creating a piece of coolness, like a mother gently pampering us. Sometimes the summer rainstorms hit suddenly, and lightning raged in the air; The rain is beating around, and the bridge is still standing in the river**, like a big umbrella held up, quiet to the tempering of the years, carving the old time. Strong and unyielding is its bridge deck, bending and powerful is its arch, and silently affectionate is its bluestone.

In autumn, the bridge is filled with stalls selling red oranges. Sweet and delicious oranges, like a long red dragon coiled around the bridge. Sandwiched between the endless stream of cars and crowds, it is a lively and busy scene.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the winter New Year, people light countless candles on the bridge, and the gentle candlelight sways in the wind. The bridge deck became a sea of candles. Fireworks are set off in the sky, and candlelight is reflected under the bridge. The sparkling light sets off the bridge to be particularly brilliant and beautiful.

The old bridge in my hometown connects the two banks of the river, and countless people and vehicles run over it every day. It is like a cradle holding our growing years, happy childhood, and perseverance.

A small stone bridge in memory.

My home is not in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are not many bending rivers, there are no small bridges that raise high backbones, there are no mountains and small tile houses, but my hometown is also very beautiful, there is also a small river that leads to Chaohu Lake, the Yangtze River, and the sea Qihe River. There is a small fork river on the side of the river, my home is located on the bank of the fork river, the terrain is similar to a peninsula, there is a bridge less than 100 meters away from home, it is completely a three-empty arch bridge built with bluestone slabs, I don't know what age, who gave her a nice name, called "Phoenix Bridge", into the mid-seventies of the last century, the water of the small fork river gradually decreased, and I don't know when the descendants slowly filled in and destroyed the small fork river and the stone bridge. I spent my childhood there, and she left me with many memories and impressions.

When I was a child, I was just as naughty and playful as other children, and this small stone bridge not far from my home was my main way out, and it was also a place where I often went to play on and off the bridge. When I was a child, I heard the old people say that the bridge was built by the Qing Dynasty, with a history of about two or three hundred years, there is a small stone cave under the bridge, and the legend is that the phoenix came to settle here, so the bridge was named "Phoenix Bridge". At the time, I listened to it with relish and believed it.

As a child, I was curious, and I visited the small stone cave many times, and I really wanted to see what the phoenix was like, and I was very frustrated, and I was disappointed again and again.

In my memory, the bridge deck is about 20 meters long, about 10 meters wide, the top of the bridge is 10 meters from the water surface, there is a stone tablet at the head of the bridge, the words are many very small, like a zhi, it is engraved in regular script, it was small at that time, and I don't know if I can't understand it, or I don't care about it, now I don't have any impression. The fences on both sides of the bridge are made of stone piers and double-layer logs, and the bluestone slabs on the bridge deck are rubbed very smoothly by the crowds and vehicles coming and going, and some places leave ditches. Standing by the river and looking up, the arch bridge across the east and west, strong, simple, elegant, the main color of blue-gray is set off by the background of earthy yellow and olive green, it looks particularly bright, and each bluestone slab is connected into a beautiful straight line, curve, arranged in an orderly manner, and the lines are smooth.

It wasn't until I was in middle school, when I had already formally apprenticed to learn art, that I discovered her beauty, so I sketched again and again, recorded again and again, showed it to others again and again, and talked with acquaintances and classmates.

Now that the bridge is no longer there, buried in the ground, I always recall the stone arch bridge, and feel sorry for its loss, maybe it is not a building of great archaeological value, but she is a historical heritage, she is a witness to a history.

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The arch bridge of the bridge is like a rainbow across the river, the solid pier stands in the center of the river, the bridge is the endless flow of the river, and the bridge is the endless pedestrians. O thousands of people who have crossed the bridge, who has ever paid attention to this ordinary arch bridge? However, the bridge is worthy of praise, and I want to praise this ordinary bridge.

I praise the simplicity of the bridge. Compared to the dozens of stories of high-rise buildings, maybe it is not majestic; Compared to the exquisite architecture, maybe it's not exquisite. However, it is plain and dignified.

Although it does not have a gorgeous coat, it has a full heart. You see, no matter how people place it in **, it is always silently taking on its obligations. It regards opening a passage for people to stretch out to the other side as the greatest joy.

I praise the hard work of the bridge. Early in the morning, the arch bridge ushered in the first morning train Late at night The flickering lights on the bridge sent off the last group of night shift workers Every day, countless vehicles passed by it, thousands of people walked past it, and the flowing water under its feet kept hitting it all the time. However, it has never had the slightest bit of burnout, nor has it ever had the slightest complaint, it just buries its head in its post and fulfills its duties ......

I praise the bridge for its selflessness. The bridge is the only way to the destination. When people rejoice that they have reached the end, they often forget the bridge they have walked, but the bridge selflessly contributes itself to people and is willing to be a stepping stone for people.

I praise the bridge, and even more praise our beloved teacher, who is as simple as a bridge. They are neither as well-known as famous scientists, nor as conspicuous as movie stars, they are ordinary and ordinary. But they have the responsibility of nurturing the next generation.

Teachers work hard like a bridge. How many quiet late nights, the teacher is still preparing lessons and correcting homework under the lights.

The comments in the homework book, all red hooks, don't all embody the teacher's hard work? Teachers send batches of students to various jobs, and in the process of cultivating students, but like a torch burning themselves, teachers are as selfless as a bridge, if I can achieve something in the future, then I want to say, it is the teacher who has built a bridge to success for me with his body, teacher, you have selflessly dedicated everything for us.

I praise the bridge, and I praise our beloved teachers.

Architectural gardens and places of interest are physical records of human creative activities, embodying the wisdom of the people and having rich cultural connotations. However, it is no exception. I have walked across many bridges, but I love the "single-plank bridge" in my hometown.

The bridge in my hometown is located between the two villages. It is about two meters long and is made up of three trunks that are not thin or thick, making it relatively stable to walk on. Underneath the bridge is a river, and the water used to be relatively clear.

On both sides of the river is the green grass, and there are one or two willow trees on both sides, the bridge in such a natural picture, really complement each other, no wonder there is Du Fu's "city bridge official willow fine, river road wild plum fragrance." "It's a beautiful scenery of the mountains and the water, and the bridge. This bridge connects the two sides of the strait and communicates the two villages, and is the only way for the two villages to do business.

There is a constant stream of people passing by the bridge every day. Some people pick a Lou fish, and some pick a Lou Cai. The people who passed by this "Bridge of Friendship" talked and laughed, and in this way, it constituted a unique landscape painting - the Friendship and Trade Bridge.

The bridge is always bustling with activity due to the convenience it provides to people. Especially during the holidays,; Some people on both sides of the strait are doing business and discussing it; Some children are playing games, dancing and singing and dancing; The fish on both sides of the strait do not seem to be far behind, jumping under the illumination of the sunset, Tao Hongjing's "sunset is declining, sinking fish jumping" is such a scene! This time it's a fascinating landscape again!

People didn't care about naming the bridge, so they conveniently called it "single-plank bridge". It seems that this "single-plank bridge" is about to be demolished, but the n beautiful pictures composed of it have to make us carefully recall it, this hometown bridge.