The Bridge Suddenly Appeared on the Road

The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, the breeze blows in the middle of the night, the cicadas chirp, the fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three o'clock in the rain. In front of the mountain, by the woods of the old Maodian community, I suddenly see the bridge over the creek when the road turns.