踏上这一座宽广的公路桥,我却胆怯了,我怕这钢骨水泥的躯体,载不起我的思念,脚下仿佛在微微摇晃,象船。是的,这里原是一个渡口,渡口有一只古老的渡船,船舷长满了绿绒毯似的青苔,船舱布满了锈迹斑驳的补钉,且摆渡的却是一个亭亭玉立的姑娘。我记忆中的渡船呢?姑娘的头巾象片风帆飘逝了。留下了这一座桥,这一脉水,这水般长的情意,这桥样重的思念——渡口,小河的一幅剪影。渡船,小河的一座浮雕。船头船尾簇拥着追逐着的雪浪花,是小河给她的微笑,是她写下的青春的诗行:日复一 When I set foot on this wide road bridge, I am afraid. I am afraid that the body of this steel cement can not afford my thoughts. I feel like I am shaking at the foot. I feel like a boat. Yes, it used to be a ferry. There was an ancient ferry at the ferry. The ship’s berth was covered with green carpet-like moss. The cabin was covered with rust-like patches and a ferocious girl was ferried. In my memory of the ferryboat, the girl’s headscarf is like a piece of sail gone. Left this bridge, this pulse of water, this water-long affection, this kind of heavy bridge thoughts - ferry, a silhouette of the river. Ferry boat, a relief of the river. The stern of the bow surrounded with snow chasing chase, is the smile that the river gives her, is the poetry of youth she writes: Day after day