The face of bridge

It was a very ordinary bridge, people familiar with the general was not witnessed.
This bridge, it is so I have some ideas, this does not mean that I am discerning. To tell the truth, all these years wandering in the city, about son came to the field, I feel nothing warm, like a return home feeling. Although many times in the city's park encounter a similar bridge, can be the kind of mood is completely not the case.
bridge, one can negligible bridge. arched spine in the field, carrying position in a time commitment. that rough sun and wind, as the brush bristles across my face, reminds me of childhood years in May to pick up wheat crops . a rise, you can see the bend in front of the father of the wheat harvest. that arched the spine as rich as the tenacious strength of the temptation always to me. that moment, I always shouted rush to climb up the backbone of the father , as the film that captured enemy combatants as cheering fortifications. my father did not care, still no hurry to harvest the crops. generous in his father's spine, I use my hands a few points with the same summer-head sun.
mother came, I always blame one side while my father back from the hold up, but I Buyiburao, her mother's arms crying shame,. Then, his father would look very body taking a break, Hui Touchao I smile, and then bent over to harvest the wheat, and then I let your mother put on his back.
time, I really do not understand, think, and I the moment huan, so this will be more on the tired father to fatigue. father in old age can no longer straight back, it must be caused by overloading of toil.
bending of the father, carrying me too much memories. He is like a small stone arch bridge, like a down-bent to allow sons and daughters in a small walk. father's backbone, take a moment of joy not only children, but also a heavy life responsibilities.
when I see this many times, always on the bridge could not bear to indulge in those feelings, what posturing and enjoy scenery. particularly those fields in the arch, without arbitrary size, I always is a kind of bridge respect the feelings of standing in tribute.
small bridge, already carrying too much land, how can we bear to give it no reason to increase the load?