我的老家村前有一条河,河上有一座石拱桥,名叫英雄桥,村里人却总是习惯地称它为出村桥。桥长我一百多岁,它那饱经风雨沧桑的容颜给我留下了非常深刻的记忆。小时侯,一到夏季,我们几个小伙伴放学后,总是来到桥下的河流中,尽情地享受着水的清凉,水的爱抚,然后,在花的清馨和鸟的鸣 There was a river in front of my home village. There was a stone arch bridge on the river called Heroes Bridge, but the village people used to call it a village bridge. I am more than a hundred years old bridge, it has experienced the vicissitudes of life left me a very deep memory. When I was a child, one of our few friends came to the river under the bridge after school, enjoying the refreshing water and the caress of water. After that,