Ask for a composition of 6 words about Shiqiao in my hometown, preferably one that describes the scenery.

There stands a Millennium stone bridge in the hot spring of my hometown. It is like a rainbow, spanning the banks of the river. I often stand on the bridge, enjoy the picturesque scenery on both sides, and overlook the rippling river under the bridge, and my mood becomes as calm as the river.

The stone bridge is made of cuboid light blue stones, each weighing about 1 kilograms. There is a big hole under the bridge, like a door. There are three small holes in the left and right shoulders of the big hole, which are connected with the reflection like a round moon. Unknown grass emerged from the cracks on the bridge and danced in the wind.

In spring, colorful flowers bloom on both sides of the river bank under the stone bridge. When the breeze blows, the flowers are overflowing. The surrounding mountains are covered with green clothes, silently overlooking the bridge.

in summer, the weather is hot, and the bridge deck is exposed to strong sunlight, which is as hot as fire. People gather under bridge opening to enjoy the cool and swim, the breeze blows gently and the river is cold. The crowd laughed and played by the river, and the water splashed and rippled around, gently stroking the stones at the bridge foundation. The bridge used its own body to resist the hot sun, creating a cool, gentle care for us like a mother. Sometimes the summer rainstorm suddenly strikes and lightning rages in the air; Rain is beating around, and the bridge still stands in the middle of the river, like a big umbrella, quietly honing the years and carving the old time. The strong and unyielding is its bridge deck, the strong bending is its arch, and the silent feeling is its bluestone.

In autumn, the bridge is full of stalls selling red oranges. Sweet and delicious oranges are coiled around the bridge like a long red dragon. With cars and people coming and going in the middle, it was a lively and busy scene.

On the fifteenth day of the first month of Chinese New Year in winter, people light countless candles on the bridge, and the gentle candlelight is swaying in the wind. The bridge deck became a sea of candles. Fireworks are everywhere in the sky, and candlelight is reflected under the bridge. Stars and dots of light set off the bridge exceptionally brilliantly and beautifully.

The ancient bridge in my hometown connects the two banks of the river, and countless people and vehicles run over it every day. It is like a cradle filled with our growing years, happy childhood and strong character.