“二十四桥明月夜,玉人何处教吹箫。”每当读到这句诗时,我就想到了那座桥——家乡的石拱桥。它虽然没有九曲桥那样回旋别致,也没有立交桥那样巍峨雄伟,但它却是我最无法忘记的桥。清晨,晨雾包裹着整个石拱桥,走在桥上仿佛走在仙境里一般。当太阳从东边出来,晨雾才散开去。五彩的霞光照射下来,整个桥像彩虹一样美丽,桥墩上雕刻的 “Twenty-four bridge moon night, jade where to teach the flute.” Whenever read this poem, I thought of that bridge - home stone arch bridge. Although it is not as chic as the Jiuqu Bridge, nor is it as majestic overpass, but it is the most I can not forget the bridge. Early morning fog wrapped the entire stone arch bridge, walking on the bridge as if walking in fairyland in general. When the sun came out from the east, the morning mist broke away. Colorful sunset light down, the bridge as beautiful as a rainbow, pier carved