我看见了那座桥,它在路的尽头静静地卧着。我抬头望着母亲,她兴奋地说道:“瞧,桥。”于是我又扭头看用水泥板搭成的桥,杨树花铺上了厚厚的一层,落在水面上打着转儿轻轻地漂走。远处的小河岸边立着一大丛一大丛芦苇,紫色的苇绒在摇动,向左,向右,不知疲倦。我想起春天的时候,太阳总是暖暖地照着。清晨,聚集了一整夜的寒气还未曾消散,四下里便回荡着各种各样的鸟声。手持棒槌,脚着长 I saw the bridge, it lay quietly at the end of the road. I looked up at her mother, she said excitedly: “Look, bridge. ” So I turned to look at the bridge made of cement board, poplar flowers covered with a thick layer, fell on the water, Gently drift away. In the distance, there was a large clump of reed standing on the bank of the river, and the purple reed was shaking, leftward and rightward, tirelessly. I remember the spring when the sun always shone warmly. In the early morning, the coldness that had gathered all night long had not dissipated, and the sound of various birds echoed in all directions. Hand-held hammer, feet long