村头有一条弯弯的小河，夏天河水是凉的，冬天河水是暧的，这一沟碧波，悠悠的飘然而去。飘散了多少至真至纯的纤纤年华。

小河上有一座窄窄的石板桥，桥的对面就是我童年的学堂。每天我都会踏着这座窄窄的小桥去追逐我孩提时的梦。

每天清晨出门奶奶都叮咛我，要好好上学，过桥的时候要小心。那时候我总爱玩，学习成绩也不怎么好。但我很听理解奶奶的用心良苦。所以每当我路过这座石板桥的时候，心里总会想起她的那一番话来。

有时候时间早，我就会放下书包静静坐在石桥上面沐浴暧暧的阳光，听听这潺潺流水之灵动。郁郁树荫上鸟儿之啾鸣。或憧憬如诗如画般的明天。

清晨小桥是我快乐的起点，黄昏小桥是我幸福的归途。每一次经过这里就像和老朋友谈心一样很温馨、很惬意又很踏实。

有一年冬天，川西平原下了一场很大的雪，雪花如白鸽翱翔一般在空中轻轻飞舞。风儿把片片雪花撒了一地，深夜依晰听得见小屋周围的竹林里偶尔发出咯吱咯吱的声响。第二天早晨才发现一些竹子已经弯下了腰，大自然为它披上了一层雪白的冬衣。

这一天我就穿梭在白悠悠的乡间小径上，继续追寻童年时代的梦。

这时的石板桥就像一块天然的大雪糕。真不想损坏大自然送来的精美艺术品。然而桥那边的朗朗书声就宛若一支天籁之音飘在漫漫雪花之中，这时朵朵雪花更像是跳动的串串音符，和着朗朗书声在空中起伏跌宕、漫天飞舞。于是我小心翼翼的走在堆满厚厚雪花的青石小桥上。鞋底与桥上的积雪发出的摩擦声就好似音乐厅里荡着的七彩音律，声声入耳。

看着石板桥上留下的那一串小脚印，我笑了。难道这就是岁月的足迹吗?

雁来雁往，花开花落。岁月已漫步十余个春秋，我也早已不是当年的那个小毛孩子了。树上的细细柳丝轻轻飘舞，飘起了我的思绪。多想再回去看看昔日的那座小桥啊!

如今我又回到了老朋友身旁，这座童年的小桥依然静静的躺在那儿。它知道我会来，它是在等我吗?它还是那么的年轻，一点也看不出岁月曾经从这里流淌过。

我又坐在了它的怀里，就像小时候走路累着了一样依偎在它的身旁。细细的聆听这一沟涓涓河水哗啦啦的歌唱，这歌是唱给我们俩听的。它永远也不会寂寞，因为有小河为它唱歌。

昨天的束束暖阳，照不到今天的树叶。但往昔的小桥带给我的点点滴滴我都历历在目，直到永远。石板桥将会继续为人们奉献，继续坚守它作为桥的那一份责任。

There is a crooked river at the head of the village. The river water is cool in summer and warm in winter. The blue waves of this ditch float away leisurely. How many years of true and pure slender years are scattered.

There is a narrow stone bridge over the river, and across from the bridge is my childhood school. Every day I walk on this narrow bridge to chase my childhood dreams.

Every morning when I go out, my grandma tells me to go to school and be careful when crossing the bridge. At that time, I always liked to play, and my grades were not very good. But I understand my grandmother's good intentions very well. So whenever I pass by this stone bridge, I always think of her words in my heart.

Sometimes in the early hours, I would put down my schoolbag and sit quietly on the stone bridge to bathe in the warm sunshine, listening to the agility of the gurgling water. The chirping of birds in the shade of the trees. Or look forward to a picturesque tomorrow.

The small bridge in the morning is my happy starting point, and the evening bridge is my happy return. Every time I pass by here, it is as warm, comfortable and practical as talking with old friends.

One winter, a heavy snow fell on the western Sichuan Plain, and the snowflakes fluttered gently in the air like doves soaring. The wind scattered snowflakes all over the ground, and in the middle of the night, Yixi could hear occasional creaking noises from the bamboo forest around the hut. The next morning, it was discovered that some bamboos had bent down, and nature had put a snow-white winter coat on them.

On this day, I shuttled through Bai Youyou's country paths, continuing to pursue my childhood dreams.

At this time, the stone bridge is like a natural big ice cream. I really don't want to damage the fine art that nature has sent. However, the sound of books on the other side of the bridge is like a sound of heaven floating among the snowflakes. At this time, the snowflakes are more like strings of beating notes, undulating and dancing in the air with the sound of books. So I carefully walked on the bluestone bridge full of thick snowflakes. The rubbing sound of the soles of the shoes and the snow on the bridge is like the colorful rhythm swaying in the concert hall, and the sound is in the ear.

Looking at the small footprints left on the stone bridge, I laughed. Is this the footprint of the years?

Wild geese come and go, flowers bloom and fall. Time has passed for more than ten years, and I am no longer the little boy I used to be. The thin willows on the tree fluttered gently, floating my thoughts. I want to go back and see the old bridge again!

Now I am back next to my old friend, and this childhood bridge is still lying there quietly. It knows I'm coming, is it waiting for me? It's still so young, it doesn't seem that time has flowed from here at all.

I sat in its arms again, snuggling beside it as if I was tired from walking when I was a child. Listen carefully to the singing of the rushing water of the ditch and the trickling river. This song is sung for the two of us. It will never be lonely because the river sings for it.

Yesterday's bunches of warm sunshine can't shine on today's leaves. But the little bridges in the past brought me every bit of it, I can still remember it forever. Slate Bridge will continue to dedicate to people and continue to uphold its responsibility as a bridge.