(THE "RED BRIDGE")
My hometown just likes the other whistle stop ,never coming to front in the city of China. As a glorious revolution source, her revolution historic relics often call me back to my memory of her brilliant history.
However, the purpose of coming back from the school leaves is not homesick or observing hometown's varieties but for the sake of she,a girl cleped jing,my first lover.
Everyday,we go to school together. Afterschool we tell our worry with each other on the lawn where nearby the "red bridge". The "red bridge" is more comeliness. We count the fires of heaven lying on the lawn, talking about the fairy tale of goddess in the moon. So time passes day by day.
One day,she tell me they will remove to a very far away city tomorrow. I am very sad hearing that. That night we flow a lot of tears. The next day when I reach her house I see she with her parents in a coach.After it I cry to shout:"Jing,I love you,I will wait for you." Though the glazing,she contains tears and orders head. Raising dust the coach leaves me. That year,we are 14 years old .
Looking at the red light of distance, I say to the bridge:"Jing,wait for me"
