海 外 头 条总 编 火 凤 凰 （海外）
海外头条总编审 王 在 军 （中国）
海外头条副编审 Wendy温迪（英国）
图片选自百度
心中的万善石桥
作者：于文和
每次回到故乡，
心海泛着波浪，
脚步总会不知不觉，
又走在万善石桥上。
这石桥，
是故乡熠熠生辉的名片，
是故乡独一无二的印章。
即便我浪迹天涯，
漂泊四海，
故乡的石桥，
始终铭刻在我的心上。
这座桥，
虽仅有40.1米长，
却曾是扶余北线的关键通道。
它更是吉林省历史上最早的公路桥梁。
伴随着岁月流转，
往昔的荣耀，
将永远刻在中国历史上。
如今，它虽已停用多年，
但它依然闪耀着不朽的光芒。
它稳稳地横跨在夹津沟子之上，
宛如一位沉默而睿智的老人，
静静诉说着往昔的辉煌与岁月的沧桑。
桥的南面，
镌刻着“天地同休，万善石桥”，
北面的“百代流芳”，
亦是熠熠生光。
每当凝望这永不磨灭的字迹，
吴守仁、石洪范和于明远，
他们的事迹便涌上心房。
这座桥，
改写了李家豆腐坊的过往，
一个古老而真实的善行故事，
在中华大地代代传扬，久久回荡。
犹记孩提时光，
我坐在马车上，
第一次经过这座石桥，
车轮碾过石板，
那清脆声响，
如同一曲独特的乐章，
在我心中奏响，
至今未曾遗忘。
梦里，常见浪花拍打着石桥的脊梁，
也听见浪花把往昔的故事反复吟唱。
晨雾如轻纱漫过桥面，
山花在桥边喁喁私语，
彩蝶翩跹伴舞，
蜜蜂奏响春日的旋律，
红毛柳垂下婀娜的枝条，
蘸着浅溪之水，
书写春天最美的诗行。
我曾看见，
小草在石缝间悄悄探头，
好奇地张望着这个世界。
蒲公英的绒毛，
轻盈地掠过桥面，
向着远方，
追逐自由的梦想。
我也曾听见，
青蛙与河卵石的私语，
那细密的声音，
编织成摇篮曲，
伴我度过梦幻般的童年时光。
我目睹过雨后的黄昏，
彩虹如桥，
架在万善石桥之上，
那如梦似幻的美景，
至今难忘。
如今，白发已悄然爬上额头，
可夹津沟子的流水声，
却在耳畔愈发清晰响亮。
记忆，虽有些许模糊，
但家乡的风景，
依旧在心底闪亮。
每次离开故乡，
脚步总是格外沉重，
回望石桥那熟悉的身影，
泪水不由自主模糊了双眼。
而桥下的流水，
依旧奔腾向前，
它载着石桥的倒影，
也载着我的乡愁，
流向漫长的岁月，
流向诗意的远方。
故乡啊，你宛如天空中的北斗，
永远为我指引前行的方向。
你恰似中秋节的那轮明月，
永远映照在我柔软的心房。
万善石桥，
是我心中永恒的守望，
无论我漂泊至世界的何方，
都不会将你遗忘。
你承载着我的过去，
也将我的未来照亮。
夹津沟子的每一朵浪花，
都是我灵魂深处，
最温柔的回响。
万善石桥，我的家乡，
它像一枚带着体温的印章，
深深地印在了我的心坎之上。
它把炊烟缠绕的屋檐，
长辈呼唤的亲切方言，
都深深烙在记忆的最深处，
成为我生命中最珍贵的宝藏。
它又像一本翻旧的线装书，
每一页都藏着蝉鸣鸟唱，
也有秋收冬藏的温暖故事。
越翻越能触摸到童年的纯真时光，
那是岁月赐予我的美好礼物，
永不褪色，
永远珍藏。
万善石桥，
就是我的家乡，
它像一坛窖藏的老酒，
离家越久，
那股混着泥土香与烟火气的醇厚，
越在心头萦绕不绝，
永久散发着润喉的醇香。
心中的万善石桥，
是故乡，刻心上，
今生今世不能忘。
注：
1、万善石桥坐落在吉林省扶余市长春岭镇石桥村。（石桥村原为扶余县石桥人民公社）这座石桥是吉林省第一座公路桥。
2、石桥村原叫李家豆腐坊，万善石桥建成后，将李家豆腐房更名为石桥村。
3、想了解万善石桥的历史可在百度点击《万善石桥》
The Wanshan Stone Bridge in My Heart
By Yu Wenhe
Every time I return to my hometown,
Waves rise in my heart,
My steps unconsciously lead me
Back onto the Wanshan Stone Bridge.
This stone bridge
Is my hometown’s shining calling card,
Its unique seal.
Even if I wander the world,
Drift across the seas,
The stone bridge of my hometown
Is always engraved in my heart.
Though only 40.1 meters long,
This bridge was once a key passage on Fuyu’s northern route.
It is also the earliest highway bridge in Jilin’s history.
As the years pass,
Its past glory
Will forever be inscribed in Chinese history.
Now, though out of use for years,
It still shines with undying light.
Stably spanning Jiajin Gouzi,
It is like a silent and wise elder,
Quietly telling tales of past glory and the vicissitudes of time.
On the south side of the bridge,
Are engraved the words “Heaven and Earth Endure Together, Wanshan Stone Bridge”;
On the north side, “Eternal Fragrance Through Generations”
Also glows brightly.
Whenever I gaze at these indelible characters,
The stories of Wu Shouren, Shi Hongfan, and Yu Mingyuan
Come to mind.
This bridge
Rewrote the history of Li’s Tofu Workshop,
An ancient and true story of good deeds
That has been passed down through generations across China.
I still remember childhood days,
Sitting on a horse-drawn cart,
Crossing this bridge for the first time.
The wheels rolled over the stone slabs,
Their clear sound
Like a unique melody
Playing in my heart,
Unforgotten to this day.
In my dreams, I often see waves lapp ing the bridge’s spine,
And hear the waves chanting tales of the past.
Morning mist spreads over the bridge like sheer silk,
Mountain flowers whisper by its side,
Colorful butterflies dance,
Bees play spring melodies,
Red willows hang graceful branches,
Dipp ing into the shallow stream
To write the most beautiful lines of spring.
I have seen
Grass quietly peeking through stone cracks,
Curiously gazing at the world.
Dandelion fluff
Lightly drifts across the bridge,
Chasing dreams of freedom
Toward the distance.
I have heard
Frogs whispering with river stones,
Their soft voices
Weaving a lullaby
That accompanied my dreamlike childhood.
I witnessed a post-rain dusk,
A rainbow like a bridge
Arch ing above the Wanshan Stone Bridge—
That dreamlike beauty
Remains unforgettable.
Now, gray hair has quietly climbed my brow,
Yet the sound of Jiajin Gouzi’s flowing water
Grows clearer in my ears.
Though memories are slightly blurred,
The scenery of my hometown
Still shines in my heart.
Every time I leave my hometown,
My steps feel especially heavy.
Looking back at the bridge’s familiar form,
Tears involuntarily blur my eyes.
And the water under the bridge
Still rushes forward,
Carrying the bridge’s reflection
And my homesickness
Into the long years,
Toward a poetic distance.
Hometown, you are like the Big Dipper in the sky,
Forever guiding my path forward.
You are like the Mid-Autumn Moon,
Forever shining in my tender heart.
Wanshan Stone Bridge,
You are my eternal watch in heart.
No matter where I drift in the world,
I will never forget you.
You carry my past,
And light my future.
Every wave in Jiajin Gouzi
Is the softest echo
From the depths of my soul.
Wanshan Stone Bridge, my hometown,
You are like a seal with warmth,
Deeply impressed on my heart.
You have branded the eaves wrapped in cooking smoke,
The kind dialects of elders calling,
Deep into the recesses of memory,
As the most precious treasure in my life.
You are also like an old thread-bound book,
Every page hiding the chirp ing of cicadas and birds,
Warm stories of autumn harvests and winter stores.
The more I flip through, the more I touch the innocence of childhood—
A beautiful gift from time,
Never fading,
Forever cherished.
Wanshan Stone Bridge,
You are my hometown.
Like an aged jar of wine,
The longer I stay away,
The more the mellow scent of earth and human warmth
Lingers in my heart,
Forever exuding a soothing aroma.
The Wanshan Stone Bridge in my heart,
Is my hometown, engraved on my heart,
Unforgettable in this lifetime.
Notes:
1. The Wanshan Stone Bridge is located in Shiqiao Village, Changchunling Town, Fuyu City, Jilin Province. (Shiqiao Village was formerly Shiqiao People’s Commune in Fuyu County.) It is the first highway bridge in Jilin Province.
2. Shiqiao Village was originally called Li’s Tofu Workshop. After the bridge’s completion, it was renamed Shiqiao Village.
3. For more history on the Wanshan Stone Bridge, search Wanshan Stone Bridge on Baidu.
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