外婆门前有一座桥,高高的,很陡。小时候那座桥给我带来了无穷的欢乐。傍晚站在桥上,听那“突突突”的机帆船声,“悠悠”的摇橹声,真是别有一番情趣。有时渔人划着小船从桥洞穿过,为了看清那些期盼已久的鸬鹚,我总要伸长脖子踮起脚,一直目送小船不见了踪影。晚上,星星在深蓝的空中调皮地眨着眼睛,这时我与外婆躺在桥上数星星,数着 Grandmother in front of a bridge, tall, very steep. When I was young, the bridge brought me endless joy. Stand in the evening on the bridge, listen to the “sudden” “machine sailing, ” yo "sizzling, really do not have some fun. Sometimes the fisherman crossed the bridge through a small boat, and in order to see the long-awaited cormorants, I always stretched my neck and kicked my foot and watched the boat disappear. In the evening, the stars winked naughty in the dark blue sky, when I lay on the bridge with my grandmother a few stars