There is a bridge next to the seaside behind my grandma's house called Yanwu Bridge.

In the early morning, there was mist on the sea, and the whole bridge seemed to be covered with gauze, and it seemed like a dragon flying in the sky.

There is a golden beach under the bridge. There are many people on the beach, some are exercising, some are watching the sea view, and some are resting.

Several small boats floated on the sea, which were fishermen bringing fresh fish and shrimps.

At noon, the area around the bridge became quiet, and occasionally one or two people were fishing by the bridge.

As night falls, the bridge lights up with dazzling lights, and the vehicles passing by on the bridge are like bright shooting stars.

The dark ocean is like the vast starry sky.

The beach became lively at this time. People who had eaten came to the beach for a walk in twos and threes. There were often vendors selling barbecue. The barbecue was very fragrant and made people salivate.

This is the famous Yanwu Bridge.