古桥,静静屹立在河畔。在我很小的时候,那时候房子还没有搬迁,古桥就已经勤勤恳恳地为人们服务了。那时候当然不能叫古桥,它还年轻着呐,充满了生机与活力,每天往来的人川流不息。河对面的邻家阿婆有时会提着一篮糕糕饼饼从桥上走来,笑容可掬。正在厨房忙着炊事的外婆就会将手在围裙 Old Bridge, quietly standing in the river. At a very early age, when the house was not relocated, Old Bridge had diligently served people. At that time, of course, can not be called the ancient bridge, it is also a young na, full of vitality and vitality, daily flow of people endless. The neighbor's grandmother across the river sometimes came with a basket of cake pastry from the bridge, smiling. Grandma, who is busy cooking in the kitchen, hands her in an apron