北方的冬天,刺骨的寒风夹带着尖利的哨音,不知疲倦地折磨着户外的人们,昔日脾气暴躁的大河也被征服了,蜷缩着身子,在河槽里小心地爬行。那座横跨大河的大桥却依然雄伟、壮观,像一个巨人展开着粗壮的双臂,默默地承载着来往的行人、车辆。 Winter in the north, biting cold winds with sharp whistles, tirelessly tormenting the outdoors, old grumpy rivers have also been conquered, curled up, carefully crawling in the fluvial. The bridge across the river is still majestic, spectacular, like a giant start with thick arms, silently carrying the pedestrians, vehicles.