Such a remark is well justified. On

Such a remark is well justified. On the banks near each end of the bridge a number of drooping willows constantly wave their pliant stems. Their leaves, in delicate green and fresh yellow, come dancing down following every gentle breeze and alight among the abundant rushes in the water. In autumn, when the trees are bare of leaves, the rushes are full of white cotton puffs. Sometimes one may see a solitary wild goose, having lost its companions on their way south from the great Po-Yang Lake, spend a night here in appreciation of the beauty of the scene.At midday on a sunny, warm day, when the passengers over and under this majestic archway are busy and noisy, one cannot see the true face of the bridge. But when the people have gone home, the birds and fish are resting, and the sun is setting with a touch of bright red on the western horizon, the white marble stands out prominently against the glowing background; or when the moon is on the wane and the chilly dew is glistening on the pale stone; or when the rain is drizzling down and a lone boat, without anyone at the helm, is floating in a slanting position; or when the mist in the atmosphere is beginning to clear away, the sun peeping out slowly from behind the trees and a fisherman is making a creaking sound with his oars in his small boat—then is the best time to see the heavenly bridge as a picture of perfect harmony.The scene around the bridge continues to change. The passengers over and under the bridge, whether they are happy or sad, whether they are united with their beloved ones, or separated from them, continue to change. But the Bridge of Heaven remains there for ever, firm and majestic, a thing of beauty and blessing to all.