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After walking through a wheat field and over the mountains, the village under the sunset is my hometown. I returned to my hometown during the Spring Festival this year. On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, I took my daughter for a wander in the mountains. When I was tired, I found a small bridge covered with old vines, winding over a creek. My daughter ran up to the bridge first, picked up pebbles and threw them into the stream below, making a thumping sound, and then ran out to play again. Her move suddenly reminded me of a rural past, and I unexpectedly came to that small bridge again. It turns out that the road connecting the small bridge is old, the mountain road has been changed, and the small bridge is useless. It is left on the stream, lonely and lonely. As time goes by, it becomes mottled and old, becoming a scenery that seems to have disappeared. The sound of the lonely stream hits the old bridge base covered with moss; the webs of mountain spiders are intertwined on the grass on the bridge deck, like mysterious ancient characters. This is the place where I used to play when I was little, with the girl next door as my playmate.
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