Publisher's Synopsis
A bridge pile stands alone in the middle of the river. It admires the stars in the sky, the wild geese in the sky, and the poplars on the ground day after day. Bridge pile felt lonely and useless. Suddenly on this day a boy with sheep came, and the boy knew that he was throwing stones or tiles one after another. Although the bridge pile felt a little pain, he was very happy in his heart: finally he was no longer lonely. The rainstorm after autumn came and flooded the village. The boy was swept over by the flood and the bridge pile was uprooted. The boy hugged the life-saving bridge pile and climbed onto the shallows. Looking back, the bridge piles have been integrated into the many woods rushing from upstream, squeezing and rubbing, like big fish, going with the waves.
