When they reached the middle of the bridge, the wind became stronger and the bridge began to sway faster and faster. Everyone could only squat, lower their center of gravity, and move forward bit by bit.
Finally, after going through untold hardships, they successfully reached the other side.
They felt relieved, breathed a long sigh, turned around and shouted loudly to their family members who were still on the bridge. Their voices were filled with gratitude and joy for surviving the disaster, and were particularly moving against the interweaving sounds of wind and water.
An hour later, it was finally Sujia Village's turn to cross the bridge.
After everyone paid the money, they walked onto the suspension bridge carefully.
The village chief was in the front again, holding the cow rope tightly. The cow seemed to feel a little uneasy and its steps were a little heavy.
Behind him, Su Yuandong was pulling the reins of the horse. There were some luggage on the horse's back, and the horse's hooves made a "clacking" sound on the ground.
Everyone in the family, young and old, had different expressions, all filled with awe and trepidation about crossing the river.
As I stepped onto the suspension bridge, the bridge began to sway gently.
The wooden boards squeezed and rubbed against each other, making a creaking sound, as if it was a weak protest from this old suspension bridge.
There were only a few thick ropes on both sides of the bridge as handrails, swaying in the wind.
The connection between the rope and the bridge pillar also seemed a little loose, which made people feel uneasy.
Everyone moved cautiously, their eyes fixed on the wooden planks beneath their feet, not daring to breathe.
Especially those who were timid, their faces were as pale as paper, their hands tightly grasped the corners of their family members' clothes, their bodies trembled slightly, and they dared not be distracted at all, for fear that they would fall into the surging river if they were not careful.
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