Waibaidu Bridge
Text: White shade. Iron Will is indestructible.
All these glories belong to you.
There are five-hole bridges and there are chain bridges.
And the bridge made of steel and iron.
A hundred years ago. It starts with you.
Some of the iron is straight or oblique.
Or in the form of an arc.
The bridge is a reinforced iron body.
Such a concerted effort.
The bridge has a different kind of groundbreaking.
A kind of order is maintained.
Just to get from here.
Come there. I'm already familiar with it here.
There's going to go through it.
The bridge is actually a kind of life.
We went from low to high.
From high to low again.
How many people are trampling.
Trampled, still trampled.
Under the bridge is the water of the Suzhou Creek.
I want to flow into the Huangpu River.
Water of the Huangpu River.
I also want to be in Suzhou Creek.
A little experience.
There are also bridges on them.
Suzhou dialect and Shanghainese.
In the preamble does not match the afterword.
The water in Suzhou Creek is thinning and thinning.
Water of the Huangpu River.
There is also some favor.
The moon is also always.
The round or absent ones were left in the water.
Waibaidu BridgeI slurred my speech when I was a kid.
It used to be called Grandma's Bridge.
I've been a relative of it.
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