A bridge flies north and south, and the natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare. Mao Zedong

Take the boat as a beam, without showing its light. (The Book of Songs Fenghua Daming)

Pearl by the stream, blue quicksand by the bridge. (Hua Zhen)

It was dark in the west of Qiaoxi, and the river outside the wall was green.

The bridge is close to the home forest of a small city, and the mountain belt is connected with Pinghu Wild Temple.

The wheel situation varies with the sky and crosses the sea in a bridge shape.

Under the water, the distant mountains are like snow, and the grass on the bridge is like smoke.

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Modest language

Let‘s cross the bridge when we come to it.

The bridge I walked is longer than the road you walked.

Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely and blooming, regardless.

Irrelevant matters should be strictly distinguished.

You take the main road and I'll cross the wooden bridge-you go your way and I'll go mine.

One more friend, one more road, one more enemy, one more bridge.

idiom

1。 Repair bridges and roads

2。 When the goal is achieved, kick the person who helped himself.

dismantle the bridge immediately after crossing the river

The West Lake Broken Bridge was originally called Duanjia Bridge.

A long time ago, the white sand embankment of the West Lake meandered from the lonely mountain to here, and there was only a small wooden bridge with no name, which was closely connected with the shore of the lake. Visitors who want to visit the lonely mountain must pass this small wooden bridge, which is often broken due to the sun and rain, which is very inconvenient for tourists.

There is a humble hut next to the bridge, where a couple named Duan lived. They are both kind-hearted and hard-working. Men fish in the lake for a living, and women set up wine stalls at the door to sell local wine. Because of the bad taste of wine, customers seldom come to the door and business is slow.

One day, just as the couple were about to close at sunset, an old man with white hair in rags came, saying that he had come all the way and had no money, and asked to stay for the night. Seeing that he was old and poor, Duan Jia and his wife warmly asked him to stay. They also burned a carp that had just been caught from the West Lake and played a bowl of homemade local wine to entertain the elderly. You're welcome, the old man drank three bowls in a row, and then fell asleep on the bed.

When the white-haired old man left the next morning, he said, "Thank you for your hospitality. I have three kinds of wine medicines here, which can help you make good wine. " Say and take out three red wine medicine, say goodbye.

Duan Jia and his wife put the old man's three kinds of medicinal liquor in the wine-making jar, and the wine brewed was bright red, sweet and delicious. Since then, customers are very crowded every day. Duan Jia scarlet wine is very famous in Hangzhou and its business is booming. Duan Jia and his wife tore down the hut and built a restaurant. In order to thank the white-haired old man, they saved some money and prepared to thank him well.

Several years have passed, and three years have passed. This winter, there was heavy snow in the West Lake, and the white-haired old man braved the heavy snow to come to Duanjia Hotel. The couple were overjoyed to see the benefactor coming and asked the old man to stay in his house for a long time. However, the old man will say goodbye the next day. When he left, Duan Jia and his wife took out three hundred and twenty pieces of silver and gave it to the old man. The old man declined with a smile and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I am a lonely old man. What's the use of asking so much money? " You still use it in the most important place! "After that, he walked on the bridge through the snow. Duan Jia and his wife stood at the door to see each other off. They saw that the old man had just set foot on the small wooden bridge, his foot slipped, the bridge broke and the old man fell into the lake. The couple rushed to the rescue and suddenly saw the white-haired old man standing on the lake, walking on the ground, smiling and waving to them, drifting away.

Duan Jia and his wife realized that the white-haired old man was not a mortal. Remembering what the old man said when he left, he used the money to build a tall Qingshi arch bridge and a pavilion at the bridge head. Since then, people who visit the West Lake are no longer afraid of slipping and breaking bridges.

People miss Duan Jia's kindness in building a bridge, so they call this bridge Duanjia Bridge. Later, because "Duan" and "Duan" are homonyms, it was called broken bridge.

Fangsheng Bridge spans the Caogang River in the east of Zhujiajiao Town and is one of the ten scenic spots of Julie (Zhujiajiao). In the fifth year of Qin Long in Ming Dynasty (A.D. 157 1), it was built by monks. The sexual tide of monks once stipulated that only five turtles were allowed to be released under the bridge, and fishing with nets was not allowed, so it was named the release bridge.

The origin of Xianren Bridge

In ancient times, the place of Xianrenqiao was called Bailongjian, and its bottom was unfathomable. Among them, six white dragons are entrenched here, doing evil and making waves. The local people send sacrifices to boys and girls, cattle and sheep every year, which is a little careless. There are strong winds in winter, heavy rains in summer, disasters and people everywhere. The locals went up the mountain to get firewood. If they go into the White Dragon Cave by mistake, it will become food for six white dragons.

He Xiangu, who is practicing in Jingu Mountain, sees it in his eyes and is angry in his heart. Regardless of her superficial practices, she decided to do harm to the people. He Xiangu and six white dragons fought from the ground into the air, from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, until it was dark. After a whole year of 7749 days of fighting, six dragons were defeated and fled into deep-water streams. He Xiangu drew a peach hedge from his waist, fished out six white dragons and put them on the Bailongxi for people to pass up the mountain.

Over time, six white dragons became six stones floating between two cliffs. People named it Xianren Bridge to commemorate He Xiangu's efforts to save the people.

The origin of "Tengqiao" was long before the Ming Dynasty, and it was already an important passage from Fuzhou to Fujian and Guangdong.

At that time, several small villages were scattered on both sides of the road, such as Xikengguo, Hanqiaokou, Zhangjiakou, Charming Garden, Yangjiaxiang and Qiujiapai. During the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, Roche moved here again. Due to the rapid population growth, the village has gradually expanded and become a larger village, with small villages such as Qiujiapai and Hanqiaokou.

At that time, there was a small river in front of the village with a wooden bridge for people to pass. There is a huge maple tree next to the wooden bridge, and Ficus pumila vines are attached to it. Later, with the flourishing of Ficus pumila vines, many vines fluttered in the wind and wound around the bridge. Therefore, pedestrians call this place "Tengqiao Village".

Once, a governor rode across the bridge, and suddenly he tripped over the vines beside the bridge. All his men and women fell into the river under the bridge. When asked about the place name of Tengqiao village, officials said that the water and grass here were not good, so they all went there and changed the water to "horse", which is the word "Teng". "Tengqiao" got its name from this.

Legend of Jiuxianqiao

Jiuxianqiao area in the eastern suburb of Beijing used to be a desolate place. From the nearby place names such as Liu Cemetery and Wangye Tomb, we can know that it was once the graveyard of dignitaries. Twenty years ago, I saw a remnant tablet by the Jiuxianqiao River. The base of the tombstone is a beautifully carved tortoise. The body and base of the tablet computer are separated by several meters. The left side of the monument is Manchu, and the right side is Chinese. I don't know Manchu. From the incomplete Chinese characters, I can find such a sentence: "I am very sorry for the first-class elite ...". It can be seen that the owner of the grave is not an ordinary person.

So where did the place name of Jiuxianqiao come from? In the past, there was a stone bridge about 800 meters west of Jiuxian Bridge, which was less than 20 meters long and five or six meters wide. This stone bridge is made up of many stone strips half a meter wide. Each stone bar is carved with a sink every 65,438+00 cm, so that there will be no water accumulation in rainy days, and pedestrians and carriages will not slip at ordinary times. Now this bridge is out of sight, but that bridge is the story of Jiuxian Bridge and Jiuxian Bridge.

In the past, this bridge was located on the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and this section of the canal in the stone bridge was called Ba River. Now there are two place names in the eastern suburb of Beijing, Dongba River and Xiba River, which are named after the lack of water in farmland to build dams and store water. There is a temple in the north of stonebridge, which faces south. This temple is very small, less than 20 meters wide. There are three tall pine trees in the front yard, which can be seen from a distance. Although the geographical location of the temple is desolate, there is no shortage of incense money. The old master of the temple took in a little orphan, taught him to cook first, and then taught him to carry water. The monk called him "stool", and the stool lived in the concierge in the front yard. The porter opened a window to the yard. Even if the whole courtyard door is closed, guests can call stools from the window.

As the days passed, the stools had been in the temple for many years. From childhood to adolescence to today's youth, he got used to life here and considered himself a member of the temple. Now he is responsible for carrying water, cooking, cleaning the yard and some chores in the whole small temple. The old master watched him grow up and liked him from the heart. Knowing that he didn't want to enter Buddhism, he was allowed to do something by himself to plan his future marriage.

Cookies made by stools are delicious. Except for most monks, all the stools were sold. When Tomb-Sweeping Day or several generations of court officials died on the anniversary, the business of stools was very good. The pottery jar full of copper coins was full, so I asked the stool to make a wooden till. The till has two floors. The bottom floor is enlarged and money is put on it.

Just after four o'clock one day, someone knocked on the window of the stool. The stool was in a daze thinking that someone wanted to buy his baked wheat cake, so he took it to the window and opened it. Because it is too dark at night, the stool can't see the faces of people clearly. Only the outline of white clothes can tell that this is a young woman. Her voice is a little soft. Maybe her white dress makes the stool feel a little cold. She only wanted a sesame seed cake, but she gave the stool a silver or two. The stool was also afraid that others would say that he wanted ill-gotten gains, so he subconsciously put the money on the lower floor of the till.

The next day, the stool didn't feel anything special. He worked in the temple as usual, but he woke up on duty for the fourth time. Sure enough, after a while, someone knocked at his window. The stool is the same woman as yesterday. She still only asked for a sesame seed cake, but gave one or two pieces of silver, and the stools were still collected. In this way, the woman came to the stool to buy sesame cakes after the fourth watch every day, but she never saw the woman's face clearly on the stool.

It was August 15, and the stool counted the money in the lower level of his till. He really wants to see what this woman looks like. He left the window open and the moon was hanging in the sky. The stool lay on the bed with eyes open, and the moonlight shone through the window on the table by the window at the foot of the stool. Because the window faces east, the moonlight draws a bright line on the table. This bright line reaches the window, which is a curtain made of moonlight, and it shakes slightly. Pine trees in the yard were rustled by the autumn wind, autumn insects were chirping in the corner, and the stool was a bit bleak. He has never experienced the warmth of family and love. He is very lonely in this world. It's the fourth watch again, and the stool misses her a little. ...

Suddenly, the stool saw her shadow appear outside the window, but why didn't she cover the moonlight? The stool is not afraid at all. He jumped out of bed and came to the window. By moonlight, the stool saw the face of this generous woman for the first time. Maybe the stool saw too few women. In his eyes, this woman is simply beautiful. Her big eyes sparkle, her curved eyebrows match her eyes so harmoniously, and her nose and mouth are flat. Although she lacks some red, her skin color seems to have no impurities. The stool was stunned by the beauty of the woman in front of her, and her mouth was too big to close.

I don't know how long the stool was in a daze before I asked the late-night visitor if he was buying a fire tonight. The woman said, "No, I said goodbye to you today, and I won't come again." The stool told the woman to wait for a while. He wants to come out and talk to her for a while. The woman nodded gently, and then just smiled gently. The stool was intoxicated by her smile, and he immediately fell in love with the woman in front of him.

The woman told the stool that her nickname was Dimple. She was born in a middle and lower class family, and her father was a winemaker. Because her parents saw that she was beautiful and had two dimples, they gave her this name. When she was fifteen years old, she was looked at by a court prefect because of her beauty. Although the prefect is more than 30 years older than dimple, her parents think that dimple will become the prefect's wife and live a good life in the future, so they agree. In the second year of marriage, the prefect died before he was 50 years old. The prefect liked his youngest wife's dimple best and asked her to be buried with him. After the prefect's family gave her poisoned wine that day, the soul of dimple left her body and floated. She saw that she and the prefect were buried two miles southeast of Shiqiao, and the dimples were unwilling. In her twenties and eighties, she hasn't had time to enjoy life.

The stool heard the story of Dimple and felt sorry for her. He wants to warm the dimple's little hand with his own hand, but he can't. He wants Dimple to be a person, not a ghost. The stool stupidly asked the dimple, "If only you could come back to life?" Dimple took the stool and said, "As long as you really like me, you will find a way, and love will bring you wealth."

"What do you want me to do?"

"The money I gave you before is the money of the dead. You will know when you go back today, but as long as you do as I say, you can get more than that, but the price you pay is also great, and your efforts are easy to fail. "

"What exactly do I need to do?"

"I need a man to love me for 30 years, during which I can't have any emotional connection with any other woman. Can you do it? "

"I can!"

"But when we can be together, we are all old. Can you really persist? "

"As long as you let me see you, I can do it."

"In the future, you can see me on the fourth shift on the evening of August 15 every year, but we can't meet for more than a quarter of an hour, so you'd better wait for me at my grave before the fourth shift."

The dimple is over, and it disappears like a gust of wind.

The stool returned to the house and took out the till, feeling much more relaxed. He was not surprised when he opened the lower floor. All the money has been turned into paper money. But he firmly believes that dimple's love will bring wealth; In fact, in the stool's mind, he is willing to love dimples even if they will not bring wealth.

After meeting that day, the stool was counting the days, and it was bitter to miss each other for a long night, but the stool had the hope of a full moon on August 15, and I was looking forward to meeting that moment, which was really just a moment.

The stool still cooks and carries water for the monks in the temple, sells some sesame cakes and lives a simple and lonely life. When it was cold, he cut wood for the temple and lit a fire to keep the monks warm. It's snowing, the dam river is flowing, but it's also frozen; Winter is deep, and you should wear a cotton-padded jacket when you defecate; The Spring Festival is coming, but for stools, this festival is meaningless. Spring came, the river boiled, and magpies began to crow on three pine trees, but it was still a little cold; The wild flowers by the river are in full bloom. The stool thinks that dimples look more charming and beautiful than flowers, and his heart is full of joy. Stools often go to dimple's grave to fill her grave and plant some wild flowers. Summer is coming, and the grass grows very high by the river. On summer nights, frogs in the river are screaming. Stools often dream of dimples and dimples smiling at night. The stool will also smile in the dream. He has paved the dimple's grave with mud. In recent days, he has slowly built bluestone steps in front of the dimple's grave. Finally, in autumn, Qiu Chan screamed in the pine tree, and the stool hoped that time would pass quickly. It was very early until August 15, and just a few nights before August 15, I had insomnia in stool.

The day finally came. Just after midnight, the stool set off with its own moon cakes. The stone bridge is like jade in the moonlight, the waves of the river shine in the moonlight, and the stool goes to the cemetery. He built a bluestone step for dimple grave, and a full moon hung high in the sky. The stool sat on the bluestone steps, and the autumn wind blew up his newly added skirt without a blue cloth gown. It hasn't rained for many days, and the grass is grass. This cemetery has been empty. Only the moon knows the stool's desire for dimples, and the winding dam river knows that the stool passes by day by day. The stools are anxiously waiting for that moment, but they are afraid of it, because they only have a moment.

Finally, I arrived at the fourth observation point. Just now, in front of the stool was the road he walked night after night. Now the dimples are in front of him, still wearing white clothes. Stool stood up and approached the dimple. In the silver moonlight, dimples appear purer and more beautiful. The stool clearly saw that the dimple's eyes were full of tears. The stool grabbed Dimple's hand and stared at her affectionately. .

"I miss you all the time!"

"I know all this, but if you persist for 30 years, can you persist?"

"I love you, even if it takes a long time, I will wait for you."

"Did you see my tears?"

"Yes, why are you unhappy?"

"I miss you too. You wait for my tears to stay in my dimples, take them away with reeds, and then keep them in a small jar. I'm afraid the tears will dry up. You know, just add some river water to the jar and seal it. When you miss me, open it and smell it There is my taste in the jar. "

"Ok, I see." The stool quickly found the reed, cut off the cleanest piece, ran back to the dimple quickly, and sucked the tears in the dimple into the reed. Then the stool smiled at the dimple, charming and lovely. The stool looked at the dimple with joy and wanted to kiss it, but time is a naughty guy who likes to play tricks on people. When he wanted it to stay, he just slipped away quickly and only heard dimples say, "Remember what I just said." Dimples quietly disappeared in front of the stool.

The stool only froze for a moment. When he thought of dimples, he ran back to the temple with reeds carefully. He did as Dimple said, found a small jar, blew Dimple's tears into the jar, took a spoonful of water from the dam river and poured it into the jar, then sealed the jar.

From then on, whenever the stool thought of dimples, he would open the jar, which gave off a faint fragrance. The stool has long forgotten that dimples can bring wealth, and only thoughts are left in the stool's mind.

It's only more than two miles from the temple to the dimple grave. If you walk too much, you can clearly walk out of a road, where you can always see stools in the middle of the night. This is a road to missing and loving. The dust on the road knows their stories, and the stone bridge knows the weight of acacia on the bench. When the stool passes the stone bridge, the stone bridge can feel the vibration of the stool's footsteps.

It's another spring to go to Qiu Lai. It's written quickly here, but do you know how the 365-day stool came from? This year's stools are made of reeds. He thought that if dimple still wanted him to walk with the reeds with her tears, he could save some time and chat with dimple for a while.

This year, the moon is still big and round. When the stool saw the dimple, the dimple had seen the reeds on the stool, the reeds carefully prepared by the stool, and the moon cakes made by the stool for the dimple. Last year, Dimple didn't have time to eat.

"Stool, you have to find a reed. The old one doesn't work. You must cut it off. " The stool looked at the lovesick tears in dimple's eyes, and he almost cried, but he still had to listen to dimple to find a new reed.

Just like last year, when the stool absorbed the tears in the dimples with reeds, he saw the dimples smiling and the stool's heart blossomed. Dimple asked the stool, "What's the smell in your jar?"

"Yes, it smells good, just like you."

"This 365 days is very difficult, isn't it? How long can you last? "

"I will insist, and when you return to the sun, we can be reunited."

"I miss you, too." The dimple disappeared just after saying this sentence.

According to Dimple's words last year, the stool blew Dimple's tears into the jar, added a spoonful of river water from Bashe River and sealed it. In the eyes of the stool, this jar only represents yearning, and nothing else represents anything.

In the third year, the stool was afraid that he would not find a new reed soon after meeting someone, so he asked others how to plant reeds. When he learned about it, he planted a large reed on the river bank next to the dimple cemetery. But in the third year, Dimple told the people on the stool that their work was not good, they had to be wild, and their time together was still so little.

Time goes by day and year by year. In the tenth year, at the moment they met, Dimple asked the stool, "Didn't you use the contents of that jar in other places?"

"I think that jar is when I miss you. Take it out and smell it. It has a very fragrant taste, and this is your taste. "

"You just need to take out a little of my tears and put them in a barrel full of water, and then the water can be turned into wine. You can sell wine. It will definitely sell well. "

But the stool didn't follow Dimple's words. He thinks it's useless to ask for money. Nothing is more important than the lack of dimples.

In this way, year after year passed. In the 29th year, the stool still lived in a small temple and lived a lonely and poor life. Although he has changed from a young man to an old man, his sideburns have turned gray. He is thinking about the future, looking forward to the day when he meets dimple again, and thinks that their life needs some money in the future. In this last year, he opened a jar full of dimples and tears and filled the dam river with only one drop of water in the jar.

He sold the wooden bucket on the stone bridge, which was appreciated by people who drank it, and the business of stools was booming. As dimple said, your love can bring you wealth, but in half a year, the stool earned 182 silver by selling wine.

The stool is not a greedy person. He has income from wine. He still insists on making baked cakes, but his baked cakes are given to people who buy wine and people who have no food, and no longer receive money.

The stool has been waiting for dimples for 30 years. He has been looking forward to letting Dimple return to the sun with his love and live a normal life together. The 30th meeting between stool and dimple is coming. On this day, the stool has been waiting for 30 years. On August 14, stools used wooden barrels to fetch water from Bahe River as usual. He felt that someone was spying on his actions in the grass and the stool didn't pay attention.

On August 15th, the stool didn't go to Ba River for water for half a year, as it did during the fourth watch. He wants to see dimples. The dimple didn't come out until the fourth time. She just walked in the direction of the small temple where the stool lived after midnight. When she walked to the stone bridge, she left tears. Because Yan broke her previous promise, she can never go back to the sun, and she can never be with her beloved stool again. Today is the last time they meet, and it will be forever.

The stool came out of the small temple and saw the dimple at a glance. He ran to the dimple happily, thinking that they would never be apart again. But when he learned that this last moment was her farewell to him, his heart ached, but the stool didn't cry with dimples. He wants this last quarter of an hour to be a beautiful memory of dimples. He and Dimple walked hand in hand along the river quietly, and he wanted to keep looking at Dimple and her.

A jealous man peeked at the secret of the stool. He told people that only when he came down from the stone bridge on duty for the fourth time and went to Ba River to get a bucket of river water was wine. In fact, this is because on August 14, he caught a tear from a dimple in the river. After that, no one bought wine from the stool anymore.

In fact, the stool doesn't want to sell wine anymore. On August 16, the stool jumped into the dam river from stonebridge with a jar full of dimple tears, so he went to look for dimples. On this day, the fragrance of wine floated from Shiqiao to Xibahe for three miles, and even the air was filled with rich fragrance of wine.

But from then on, people can't drink the wine on the stool. They think the stool belongs to Brewmaster. In order to commemorate the wine he once brought to everyone, the stone bridge where he lived and went all his life was renamed Jiuxian Bridge.

The Origin of Suzhou "Qiao Feng"

A temple can only have one monk in charge. Hanshan and two monks are in a temple. Who will be the host? These two monks are so polite that pushing and shoving is useless. It doesn't matter when there are only two monks in this temple. When a group of young monks come in one after another, problems will arise. The young monk asked, "Old monk, which scripture did you read today?" Hanshan said, "You should ask the master if he picked it up first." The young monk asked Pickup, and Pickup said, "You'd better ask Master Hanshan." They respect each other, but they are bitter about the young monk, how to entertain pilgrims, how much sesame oil to buy, who to send to collect firewood and so on. The young monk is at a loss. If he has a problem, it's hard to be vague. The young monk's words reached Hanshan's ears, and Hanshan picked them up. They discussed it again and pushed it around, but there was still no result. Then an old peasant woman came up and said, "Second Master, don't humble yourself. Let me give you an idea. It is fairest for you to compare skills and be a big monk. " It's an idea to pick it up on a cold mountain. However, compared with what, the peasant woman pointed to a river in front of the temple and said that there was no bridge on this river, so it was inconvenient and dangerous for villagers to cross the river. Please use your magic to change this bridge, and the people who will come out will be highly skilled. Monks can't gossip, so they are not afraid to hide when they pick up spells in Lengshan. Sure enough, they cast spells first, took off their robes and threw them into the river, turning them into bridge decks. Unfortunately, there is no bridge to support it. After a while, a strong wind blew and it was about to collapse. Hanshan hurriedly inserted the mord in his hand into the river and carried magic. The mord suddenly turned into a tree. When the tree crossed the river, a bridge stood firmly on the river. The old peasant woman smiled and said, "Hanshan is more capable." As she spoke, she threw her handkerchief at her feet and it turned into a lotus flower. She stepped on the lotus and rose into the air. Hanshan picked it up and looked at it. It turns out that this old peasant woman was changed by Guanyin. Hanshan must be a responsible monk, and that temple is also called Hanshan Temple. Hanshan's mord was cut from a maple tree, so this bridge is naturally called "Maple Bridge".

The origin of slap bridge

The southern section of Youth Road in Taizhou is at the entrance of the original Arts and Crafts Building. Earlier, the road here was divided into north and south sides by a jade belt river in front of the third Guanting. There used to be a small bridge on the river, called the slap bridge, also known as the Qianlong bridge. There are only two or three steps in the bridge body of the slap bridge, and the bridge deck is almost equal to the roads on both sides. Because it is short and unobtrusive, even many old Taizhou people in their sixties can't name the bridge. In fact, it is not short for various reasons, but has a story.

According to legend, this bridge existed in the Southern Tang Dynasty. At first, Song Taizu and Zhao Kuangyin, before they made their fortune, were ordered by North Zhou Shizong to lead troops to attack Nantang, but they were defeated. They passed by alone and were discovered by the military forces in Nantang, so they followed closely. It is really dangerous. Zhao Kuangyin was in a hurry, so he dived under the bridge and immersed himself in the water. Hundreds of pursuers rode horses with knives and were murderous. When crossing the small bridge, the bridge was staggered by the big brigade because of disrepair, and it was about to collapse directly. Uncle Zhao was afraid that he would be overwhelmed under the bridge, so he quickly supported the top of the bridge with his hands. Chasing ahead, he was puzzled to see that no one influenced his son. The leader immediately guessed that Zhao Kuangyin might be hiding under the bridge, so he waved and told two relatives to hurry to the bridge, and then he led people to continue to recover from the account documents. After being ordered to run to the bridge, the two relatives searched for reeds carefully, but found no trace, so they had to turn around and chase the brigade to me. Where is Zhao Kuangyin? It turned out that Uncle Zhao thought in advance that the pursuer still had the possibility of searching, so after the isosceles triangle reached the pursuer and crossed the bridge, he immediately parted the reeds, climbed up the north shore and flew away.

After the incident, someone accidentally found two deep bus handprints under the bridge opening and behind the bridge deck. Soon, this kind of thing spread, and the name of the slap bridge was gradually shouted out. Later, Zhao Kuangyin ascended the throne and became the Emperor Mao of the Song Dynasty.

The origin of Dangyang Bridge

Dangyang Bridge is located in the northeast of Yuyang Town, Dangyang County, south of Jiaozhi Railway, and on Jingdang Highway.

Dangyang Bridge, also known as Baling Bridge, was formerly known as Guanqiao, which was the place where officials were greeted in the old days. Because Zhang Yide, commander-in-chief of Shu State, broke the bridge here during the Three Kingdoms period, it is also called "Land of Cross Spears". According to local legend, there is a dam here, and there is a Zhangzhao Temple on the dam, so it was named Baling Bridge.

In the autumn of the thirteenth year of Jian 'an in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao gathered more than 500,000 soldiers and trapped Liu Bei in Dangyang. In the melee, Liu Bei abandoned his wife and children and led the crowd to escape. Zhang Fei led more than 20 riders to Baling Bridge. When he saw Cao Jun following him, he immediately crossed the bridge and shouted, "I'm from Zhang Yide. Who dares to fight to the death with me? " The sound was like thunder, and the enemy dared not approach. After Cao Jun retreated, he demolished the small bridge. The story of Zhang Fei's broken bridge with water flowing backwards has spread to this day and is famous at home and abroad. Because the bridge is in Dangyang, it is also called "Dangyang Bridge" in history.