The Jiangnan Bridge is shrouded in mist. Seen from a distance, Jiangnan Bridge looks like a dragon, with blue arch columns like the dragon's back and snow-white steel cables like the dragon's ribs, supporting the dragon-bridge. The blue arch column is like the frame of a harp, the snow-white rope is the string, and the player plays a beautiful movement.
Come to the main bridge, the bridge deck is wide and flat, and two or three cars can be parallel. Jiangnan Bridge spans between Gaoting and Jiangnan Island. I think it will be very lively during the rush hour.
From the entrance, each stay cable is actually as big as a bowl, and 28 stay cables are like a big hand, supporting the arch column. Looking east, there is a huge Jinwan Shipyard. Looking from a distance, the huge "gantry crane" comes into view, and rows of light-colored factories are orderly; Looking west, the scattered fishing boats passed under the bridge, leaving a long loud whistle echoing in the air, leaving only the snow-white tail wave.
This bridge is like a bow, shooting an arrow of hope. Daishan, our hometown, is making great strides.
2. My hometown is Nanning. Nanning has beautiful scenery, and the beautiful Yongjiang Bridge is a great wonder in my hometown. Yongjiang Bridge is the first large highway bridge in Guangxi, which was completed and opened to traffic on July 1964. It is also the first Yongjiang Bridge built in China according to the Soviet Union's "closed thin-walled component theory", which has played an inestimable role in Nanning's economic and social development and national border defense construction, and is a landmark achievement of Nanning in an era. Yongjiang Bridge is located in the central area of Nanning, surrounded by high-rise buildings, and the traffic on the bridge is endless. It is an important transportation hub connecting Jiangbei District and Jiangnan District of Nanning. At sunset, the river is sparkling and flowing slowly, and the setting sun is shining. Looking at the mother river of Nanning people on the bridge is like a ribbon dancing in the wind; At night, it is extremely bright here, and the bridge is covered with colorful lights.
3. The composition "Bridge in the South of the Yangtze River" in the last semester of the second grade is such a place in my memory-just like a beautiful woman sitting quietly on a wooden boat in a water town, whispering a sentence about picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.
It's not particularly amazing, but it makes you feel as if you saw the coquettish girl of cardamom in Du Mu's works, so you got drunk all the way and sank into that specific era belonging to Jiangnan. It once carried the prosperity of an era, and then if the dying beauty gradually precipitated in the long river of history, only those magnificent poems proved that it was once a crowing.
This summer, I was lucky enough to go to Jiangnan, which was praised by literati in previous dynasties. There is no pursuit of "riding a crane down the south of the Yangtze River for 100,000 yuan", no charm of "it is better to roll a bead curtain than a spring breeze", and no epiphany of "a dream in Yangzhou for ten years".
When all the prosperity has passed, I once again set foot on this land trampled by tens of thousands of talented people and beautiful women, looking for its high-spirited past in the eyeful of white walls, black tiles and green waters, but unexpectedly found those stone arch bridges standing quietly, just like a firm and wise god guarding its Jiangnan, even if things change, even if they stay lonely. I think, maybe they are the souls of Jiangnan.
Chen Yifei, a famous painter, introduced Zhouzhuang to the world with a painting, which also gave the Jiangnan Bridge an opportunity to show its charm under various eyes. Its beauty is different from extending in all directions and imposing, but a kind of exquisite and leisurely beauty.
All stone arch bridges follow the awning boat, and the white tile and black wall are always simple. From any point of view, Zhouzhuang is like an inexhaustible painting-the reflection of the house in the green water extends to the distance beyond the field of vision, and the Wu Peng boat as small as a black spot is rowing slowly in the distance. You can even imagine the soft language of the Jiangnan woman Yu Xing Yu Jin.
Bridge. Running water.
Others. stone bridge
How can it not be fascinating? Every bridge in Zhouzhuang has awesome capital. Every simple stone arch bridge has a history of hundreds or even thousands of years.
The blue slate has become very smooth after tens of thousands of knocks and trampling. Encountering a carved stone bridge reminds me: Which literati left a sigh here? Years have washed away the trivial past like running water.
This literati who moved me didn't even leave his name. Only this stone bridge stands here, holding a piece of green water and remembering it.
Memories in loneliness.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? What we care about is not what we see, but what we cannot see. Because what we see is temporary, what we can't see is eternal. The related article of "Jiangnan Bridge" is that dreams are flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is difficult to hold them up and sing with the piano, but they are afraid that the music will stir up waves and dare not sing. When a person wakes up, he feels that Jiang Nanyu is falling like a curtain, rippling, and Wan Li is sad and wants to talk. People went to the East, to the spring of old friends, to the green spring.
Yan Zi asked in a low voice, who is Miss Chun's messenger? Vilen puts on a new green dress: Look! Rape flowers in Huang Chengcheng are competing to open; Standing on the side of the road, the gray body of Populus davidiana is light green, and the tip buds spit out and sway gently in the humid breeze.
What a beautiful picture of spring! I'm long gone. I have mixed feelings about this young man. I don't like the rainy weather in the south of the Yangtze River, but I have been eager to set foot on the weathered bluestone road in the drizzle, counting the past bits and pieces ... I am always contradictory. Is this another interpretation of naivety? I looked down, speechless.
Perhaps, I really should go to Jiangnan, to appreciate the local customs and customs there, and to appreciate the leisurely and clear rain there. ..... Sitting in a teahouse in meijiawu, I ordered a cup of fine green tea.
Looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, sipping Gan Chun's Longjing green tea, a very pleasant sadness that slowly flowed out from the side when the golden harp was cut, seeped out from every pore in my heart. Autumn has not yet jumped to the top of the tree, and it is already the grand arrival of winter. Inexplicable helplessness and instant chill invade my heart, like moths gnawing at my heart. Say goodbye to smiling faces the next day and look forward to spring in the coming year.
The rustling sound sounded deep in my chest, and before I could see the birds in a hurry, I was sleepy, occupying a large blank and wilderness in my mind. Deep sleep.
Go down.
4. Jiangnan stone bridge describes the composition of the bridge, how beautiful it is! "Bridge Flowing Water" is of course poetic, but in fact it is more inclined to the formal beauty of painting: people's houses are blocks; Running water, it is a long line and a curve, and the line and the block form a relatively beautiful; Bridges intersect with flowing water, and their forms are more varied, which is also the medium between lines and surfaces. It is a bridge to communicate the morphological changes between lines and surfaces! If the stone bridge in Jiangnan water town or Venice is torn down, although the green water still bypasses others, it completely destroys the structural beauty and formal beauty in the eyes of the painter.
Wuzhen, Mao Dun's hometown, has dense reeds on both sides of the river. It's really airtight. Whenever a stone bridge appears in it, the seemingly suffocating reed takes a deep breath and exhales a comfortable breath. The strong arc of arch bridge or the simple straight line of square bridge are in sharp contrast with reeds.
In the early spring weather, slender willows are floating at the head of the stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and slender hairsprings are blowing hard stones on the bridge. Even if you can't touch the breeze and the waning moon, the painter will be fascinated! The lake is wide and the water and sky are the same. In front of the simple and bright background, a long bridge suddenly appeared, like Wolong, with life, often hundreds of thousands of years. People cherish the beauty of this long bridge. There are 53 caves in baodai bridge, Suzhou. If you take a boat and look slowly along the bridge, you will feel as satisfied as reading an epic.
Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou and other provinces and mountainous areas often encounter wind and rain bridges. The bridge deck is covered with cloisters and pavilions to shelter from the rain, which is an ideal location for embellishing characters in ancient landscape paintings. Because most of the bridges are rapids, people always stop here to enjoy waterfalls and flowing springs, and painters and photographers are bound to fight here.
5. Writing the composition of the bridge In the vast East China Sea, there are more than a thousand islands, large and small, like bright pearls. This is my hometown-Zhoushan. A long time ago, people had a beautiful dream: how wonderful it would be to have a bridge to connect more than 1000 islands in Zhoushan and build another bridge to connect Zhoushan with the mainland of the motherland. In this way, the communication between the two islands will become more convenient, making "Fish Capital, Hong Kong City, Haitian Buddha Country" more beautiful and moving, emitting her unique charm and attracting more tourists.
Before the bridge was completed, it took more than two hours from Zhoushan to Ningbo. I remember one time, our family of three went to Ningbo to play, and the car was facing the ferry peak when it passed Baifeng Wharf. We didn't get on the ferry from 1 until 8 pm, and it was late at night when we got home. In case of typhoon or bad weather, it is even more troublesome to refuse to cross the ship and stop. Zhoushan people can't get out, and outsiders can't get in. The vast sea is like an invisible giant wall. You see, how inconvenient it is to have no bridge!
The completion of the bridge has been a dream of Zhoushan people for thousands of years and will eventually come true! I think, by that time, our hometown will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes.
The cross-sea bridge not only connects the islands, but also connects the dreams of countless people. Let us look forward to the bridge economy era and the day when our dreams come true.
6. The composition "The Bridge in the South of the Yangtze River" written in the last semester of the second day of junior high school is such a place in my memory-just like a beautiful woman sitting quietly on a wooden boat in a water town, whispering a sentence about picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River.
It's not particularly amazing, but it makes you feel as if you saw the coquettish girl of cardamom in Du Mu's works, so you got drunk all the way and sank into that specific era belonging to Jiangnan. It once carried the prosperity of an era, and then if the dying beauty gradually precipitated in the long river of history, only those magnificent poems proved that it was once a crowing.
This summer, I was lucky enough to go to Jiangnan, which was praised by literati in previous dynasties. There is no pursuit of "riding a crane down the south of the Yangtze River for 100,000 yuan", no charm of "it is better to roll a bead curtain than a spring breeze", and no epiphany of "a dream in Yangzhou for ten years".
When all the prosperity has passed, I once again set foot on this land trampled by tens of thousands of talented people and beautiful women, looking for its high-spirited past in the eyeful of white walls, black tiles and green waters, but unexpectedly found those stone arch bridges standing quietly, just like a firm and wise god guarding its Jiangnan, even if things change, even if they stay lonely. I think, maybe they are the souls of Jiangnan.
Chen Yifei, a famous painter, introduced Zhouzhuang to the world with a painting, which also gave the Jiangnan Bridge an opportunity to show its charm under various eyes. Its beauty is different from extending in all directions and imposing, but a kind of exquisite and leisurely beauty.
All stone arch bridges follow the awning boat, and the white tile and black wall are always simple. From any point of view, Zhouzhuang is like an inexhaustible painting-the reflection of the house in the green water extends to the distance beyond the field of vision, and the Wu Peng boat as small as a black spot is rowing slowly in the distance. You can even imagine the soft language of the Jiangnan woman Yu Xing Yu Jin.
Bridge. Running water.
Others. stone bridge
How can it not be fascinating? Every bridge in Zhouzhuang has awesome capital. Every simple stone arch bridge has a history of hundreds or even thousands of years.
The blue slate has become very smooth after tens of thousands of knocks and trampling. Encountering a carved stone bridge reminds me: Which literati left a sigh here? Years have washed away the trivial past like running water.
This literati who moved me didn't even leave his name. Only this stone bridge stands here, holding a piece of green water and remembering it.
Memories in loneliness.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? What we care about is not what we see, but what we can't see, because what you see is temporary and what you can't see is eternal.
The related article "Bridge in Jiangnan" shows that it is difficult to dream in Jiangnan, to play the piano and to sing. I'm afraid the music will make waves and I dare not sing. When a person wakes up, he feels that it is raining in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is like a curtain, rippling like a line. Wan Li is sad, and I want to talk. People have gone east and west, so my childhood is always so beautiful. Looking at the small pond, the happy childhood of the past reappeared. Spring, green spring.
Yan Zi asked in a low voice, who is Miss Chun's messenger? Vilen puts on a new green dress: Look! Rape flowers in Huang Chengcheng are competing to open; Standing on the side of the road, the gray body of Populus davidiana is light green, and the tip buds spit out and sway gently in the humid breeze.
What a beautiful picture of spring! I'm long gone. I have mixed feelings about this young man. I don't like the rainy weather in the south of the Yangtze River, but I have been eager to set foot on the weathered bluestone road in the drizzle, counting the past bits and pieces ... I am always contradictory. Is this another interpretation of naivety? I looked down, speechless.
Perhaps, I really should go to Jiangnan, to appreciate the local customs and customs there, and to appreciate the leisurely and clear rain there. ..... Sitting in a teahouse in meijiawu, I ordered a cup of fine green tea.
Looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, sipping Gan Chun's Longjing green tea, a very pleasant sadness that slowly flowed out from the side when the golden harp was cut, seeped out from every pore in my heart. Autumn has not yet jumped to the top of the tree, and it is already the grand arrival of winter. Inexplicable helplessness and instant chill invade my heart, like moths gnawing at my heart. Say goodbye to smiling faces the next day and look forward to spring in the coming year.
The rustling sound sounded deep in my chest, and before I could see the birds in a hurry, I was sleepy, occupying a large blank and wilderness in my mind. Deep sleep.
Go down.
7. Writing a composition in Jiangnan
When it rains again in Jiangnan. In the misty rain, the trees are shaded in spring, flying around the pavilion, and the rain touches the flute at night. I walked quietly in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River with an oil-paper umbrella. ...
I slipped down the rain lane like a song, and the memory of the moss came with the rain lane, leaving traces like tears. I have a clear and transparent mood, as if I were going to an appointment in a previous life. The rain beat on the bluestone board, as if the heartbeat had been a lifetime ago. Thick and humid water vapor covered the green houses and tiles. Dark green slate, deep gardenia fragrance, shrouded in smoke and rain. The faint ink and wash soaked the Jiangnan scroll, and the poetic pavilions and pavilions were fragrant in calligraphy. The rain lane leads to the ancient stone bridge. Under the bridge, a few lines of piano books floated to the place where I couldn't go with the rain, and a boat sailed slowly on the green water waves in the south of the Yangtze River. Simple Tsing Yi, with long tassels inserted obliquely into green hairpin. The punting woman was covered in beautiful black, with a face of shallow sadness. Between the small bridges and flowing water, women are as gentle and elegant as violets in bud.
"The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy." Su Bai two dikes, yuhua district withered in the lake. There are filar silk catkins floating in the humid air, with the sadness of lotus flowers, the elegance of orchids and the elegance of cherries. "The flowers are dazzling and butterflies dance from time to time." Butterfly wings dance in the blooming flowers, up and down, at arm's length, just like a woman who walked down the steps thousands of years ago, silently waiting for bloom. In the wind, the waves of Yuefu in the Six Dynasties are soft, and the words are sparse, and the flowing sadness flows with a long ancient rhyme. At the broken bridge, it's sunny and rainy, and Liu Yiyi. I seem to see that she has nowhere to hide from the rain, her eyes are as clear as glass, and a handsome scholar in white is coming towards her with an umbrella. Their figures are drifting away, obscuring the scenery, but they don't know how to plant the thin sorrow for thousands of years. Nowadays, the broken bridge is still like a duck to water, and things are not tears in the West Lake. ...
On the Qinhuai River, women near the water sang in a low voice. Under the window grilles with blue and red squares, the charming purples like begonia in the middle of the night are slightly drunk. Chiffon colored tulle skirts are graceful in song and dance. Let's recall "Tears leave each other drunk", "Qinhuai smoke cage with sand in the moon" and "Cars flow like water in Ma Rulong". . Will there be empty inspiration of water quietly breeding? All I know is that the moon shadow of Qionghua flying around Qinhuai and the gloomy balcony of Shangyuan in the south of the Yangtze River haunt my rouge dream.
When it rains again in Jiangnan. In the rain, I drank the beautiful and classical Jiangnan. I put on the rain curtain outside the window softly, and embroidered it with my thoughts in the window in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. ...