Poems about alleys 1. Poems describing spring alleys
Poems describing spring alleys
( 1)
The warmth of the east wind poured into the alley.
Plumes of smoke
Willow goose yellow upside down
(2)
Bark, bark, bark at some puppies.
alternately
Dada's horse comes from far away.
(3)
Small attic, when pushing the window, it makes a' squeak'.
A giggle
The wind in all directions, in that direction
(4)
Fine rain
Dingding marble
Cheongsam and oil-paper umbrella, the amorous feelings of the alley
(5)
Along the river; The vines of the stone pillar frame are extending.
Fish jump, the water in Taohuatan
Growing like crazy.
2. Poems describing spring alleys
In Wuyi Lane, there are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Dai Wangshu in the rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl who is as delicious as lilac. She is sad in the rain, sad and wandering in this lonely rain lane, just like me. Sadness and melancholy, she silently approached and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated past me like a dream, like a dream, like a lilac. The girl drifted away quietly, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated, even her sighing eyes and lilac-like melancholy support.
3. Poems or old sayings about Hutong
Heiweipai
Liu Yuxi
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Rain Alley
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
Sad and confused like a dream
Floating like a dream
lilac
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
4. Poems describing alleys
The wind in the old alley is always blowing slowly. High walls, carved eaves, years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of that year. The old house in the alley preserves traces of history, but it is located at a forgotten intersection.
Old people sat on the threshold chatting. Those stories that belong to them are dusty wines, which become more and more mellow with the passage of time. They talk loudly and laugh wildly, and nothing can stop them from being their truest selves.
Children are running around in the alley, playing their games. Fei lives in an old courtyard in an old alley with a round gate and a hall for ancestors.
There are rooms in the yard, and there are two in her family, both of which are very narrow. A room is separated by boards, the living room is outside, and her parents live in it.
There is a curtain hanging in the middle of the other room. Fei and her sister sleep inside, while her brother and sister sleep outside. The kitchen is under the eaves and crowded with others.
At the end of the eaves, there is a small room made of simple wooden boards, which is the shower room. There are toilets in the yard, and people often queue up, so there are spittoons under each bed for convenience.
It's a long flight home. The alley is winding, deep and narrow, and clean slate and grass protrude from the gap in the corner, adding new interest to this gray-black alley.
Fei took me from the road into an alley, then turned into another alley, and then turned into another alley, which made me dizzy, so that I couldn't find her home alone. Many old houses have gaps in their walls. We found one, climbed up the wall and roof, and the tiles clicked under our feet, raising a little dust.
At first, we were afraid of crushing the worn tiles. After a long time, we found that these seemingly fragile tiles were actually very strong, so we ran around them with confidence, from one courtyard wall to another, and then sat on the highest roof, looking at the gray old house and the looming spider webs under our feet. Those ancient courtyards and linen alleys contain traces of time, stories of life and many confusing legends.
We have all kinds of legends about alleys, true or false. There are people, demons, ghosts, beautiful and ugly ... Let's verify the authenticity of these legends, ask people around us and explore the place where the story takes place ... The alley is actually very lonely. Old people and children are imaginary situations, and they only appear in relatively large alleys. In the alley, basically only the wind accompanied them. Fei and I like to walk into those deserted alleys best. The alley is very narrow, and the walls on both sides are very high, blocking all the light, except a narrow ray of light leaking from the top of the head.
We like this cold feeling, as if there are only two of us in the world, and we are wandering in the alley, dizzy and lost. Is the old city, big old houses, between houses, are alleys, like cobwebs, criss-crossing.
We wandered in the alleys, constantly discovering new alleys and constantly forgetting the alleys we passed. Sometimes we will put a small flower on the passing courtyard gate or lattice window, hoping to bring a hint of spring to the people inside; We also wrote a lot of notes scattered in the alley where we arrived, hoping that those notes could bear the wish of drifting bottles; We used to stand in an alley and shout a name to see if anyone by that name came out and asked, who are you? Then we replied: you are ... we did all kinds of strange things until we found the calligraphy in the alley.
I have always believed that the appearance of Chinese calligraphy is something that God has already doomed. Otherwise, Fei Hui and I have been wandering in this old alley, never knowing how far the end is. We passed by occasionally that day, and Xizi stood at the corner of the alley and looked around, but he couldn't find the way out.
We are good boys who are ready to help others. Take him out and wander in cobwebs. But as soon as we turned around, we turned ourselves dizzy, as if we had been walking in an identical alley, and even the small ditch next to the courtyard wall looked similar.
Seeing that it was dark, the alley looked very dark, and there was a bad smell coming on my face. Legends about foxes and monsters in the old house spread out in my mind one after another. I began to be afraid, flying tightly, holding my hand, and her hands were all wet and sweaty.
At this time, Xizi volunteered to find the direction and took us out of the maze. Later, when we went to the alley again, it was easy to come out. We say that Chinese calligraphy has a special smell, which triggers the aura of inner senses, traps us in it and leads to confusion.
But just because we got lost this time, Xizi and I became three musketeers in the alley. At that time, Xi Zi had just graduated from university and was an intern in a company. Because he wanted to live independently, he borrowed a house from a friend and moved to an alley deep in the old district.
It's called an alley, because it's too small, just small enough for a person to walk through, with no gap at all. Standing in front of it, I feel breathless and oppressive. However, when I crossed the narrow alley, my eyes suddenly lit up. There is a clearing at the end of the alley, crowded in the old courtyard wall, planted with various plants, and full of green is dotted into a peach blossom garden in this gray old house area.
I like the house rented by Xizi very much. Fei and I ran to find him when we had nothing to do, sitting on the creaking rattan chair and admiring the plants that couldn't be named. Many people in this house have moved away, so quiet that even the insects in the corner lower their voices. We either chirp and argue, or say nothing, each quietly savoring his own thoughts, or waiting in line in the alley that came in, looking up at the sky overhead and feeling that kind of depressed feeling.
Fei and I are two elves, flying around the alley with colorful wings in black and white rendering, and he is a forgotten old house at the end of the alley, waiting for us to rest on his wall. In fact, Xizi is very familiar with this old district. He has many friends who live in the old district. He has been chasing and running in these alleys since he was a child, saying nothing to every alley.
5. What poems describe "Old Alley"?
1 .Wuyi Lane
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
2. A farmhouse by the Weihe River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
3. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling is the entrance to the river in the north.
Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green.
The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.
There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries.
4. Second, go back to the garden.
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.
This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complex market music, grass * * *.
When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.
Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
Do what you want in the suburbs.
Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao
I enjoyed myself in Ye Yuan, where the grass grows like flowers, and saw that spring has come to the mountains, surrounded by green.
Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.
Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
6. What sentences describe the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River?
1. A bluestone alley, flanked by old houses with blue tiles, drizzling and dripping from the eaves.
There is only one lilac girl with an oil-paper umbrella in the open field of vision. In the alleys of Hanzhong, it is not uncommon to see scenes with rich customs in the south of the Yangtze River.
Located in the northwest, there are small bridges and flowing water, which gives the impression that this small town is unknown. The door of memory seems to open at once. The alley is the same, nothing has changed. Several children are playing in it. They take off their rain boots. They never take an umbrella. They like to play in the rain. The alley echoed with their playful chase, laughter, and the sound of rain being picked up and falling to the ground. It keeps raining, and they are crazy to the extreme. Let the rain lick their bodies and there is always laughter.
3. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, like a fairy, always gives people infinite reverie. This smell is like the silk chalcedony brewed by Du Kang's magical power for thousands of years, which is intoxicating and relaxing.
Listen, she deliberately stays on the wide banana, gently plucking the strings of the sound of nature and knocking everyone's heart. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has endless lingering feelings. With her delicacy, she draws a picture of a dream, which always repeats this eternal beauty year after year.
Hold an oil-paper umbrella and meet the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, you were a flower that fell in love with Jiangnan. In the misty rain, you lost your petals and got wet with Jiangnan complex! The poet awakens your sleeping soul. In a rainy season, hold an oil-paper umbrella and wander in a long rain lane.
If you were a Jiangnan woman in your last life, you would hold an oil-paper umbrella and wear a purple cheongsam, waiting for you at the intersection you must pass with the most elegant posture! Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset.
You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes.
At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people are walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats.
Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain. Is there that alley in the street of this city? Maybe somewhere else? I have the same dream for several nights in a row, and I always wake up from my dream at around 3 am.
I can't sleep anymore. I always think of that alley in my mind. If only my time could stay in that alley and never wake up. My heart wet by the winter rain began to dry up in the sun, and there was no melancholy arrival. Happiness sang my mood with a hearty attitude.
My brow, remove the frown. At this point, I began to read myself. After so much time, I might as well read myself now.
At this time, I am like a poem recited by years, becoming more and more witty. I began to understand where my life was.
Walking in the alley, walking out of yourself, walking back to yourself, coming and going, just to make tomorrow's life more complete. 7. The alley is still a wide loess road. Two leafy locust trees were planted in front of each house to replace the single poplar tree in previous years.
I can't hear the crowing of chickens and dogs, and I can't see the cattle and sheep in the wooden fence outside the courtyard. Everything is quiet. The village seemed to have fallen asleep before nightfall.
8. It should really be said that there are people in the depths of the alley, and now there are shops in the depths of the alley and everything; The blending of ancient culture and modern culture is everywhere, which fully embodies the combination of ancient civilization and modern civilization elements, and makes the ancient city block full of new vitality and add new features. 9. When a person stands there, everything around him is silent. Whenever I wander in an alley, like a quiet evening, I can clearly hear my footsteps.
I only vaguely remember: high and low walls blocked both sides of the alley, mottled moss traces, strings of green vines hanging on the wall, just like a quaint screen. There is a bamboo garden in the wall, with dense bamboo cultivation and delicate sound, and a few proud peach blossoms and apricot flowers, graceful and graceful, waving tea politely from the wall, as if waving to me.
10. The alley is not long, and the north-south passage is seven or eight hundred meters. On both sides of the alley are thick loess rammed courtyards, one attached to the other.
The yard is the same height and size, and more than a dozen families are neatly arranged on one side. Only spacious wooden doors, double fans, and earth chimneys with smoking roofs. 1 1. The memory of the alley is fermented in the past years, making a homesickness more and more clear. The memory of the alley began to enter the nostalgic history and was gradually erased by high-rise buildings. Ah, the memory of alley, an old topic, sings the past of the city like a song.
12. I don't know when I fell in love with walking in the alley. Every time I see wisteria-covered flower stands, mottled old courtyard walls and old hollowed-out wall windows reflected in the river, I have a special feeling for the alley for a long time. There is a feeling as sweet as eating a candy. I am glad that I can live in such an old street and have a sense of satisfaction. I even involuntarily took out my mobile phone and took some photos of small bridges and quiet alleys; Wicker rain railing. There is a woman living in Pingjiang next door; I grew up in this alley.
13. I walked in the alley with an umbrella. The alleyways in the south of the Yangtze River give people the impression that they are old and slightly vicissitudes, immersed in misty rain, poetic, distant and familiar. In my mind, there will be such a figure in the picture of the alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in the foggy alley in the south of the Yangtze River, so quiet, so quiet, as if there was only rain in addition to the background. 14. The running water in the deep lane only flows on the shore of the story, and a non-flowering haze grows on the shore of the story.
Baiyun Canggou, is Haitang still deep in the alley? ! When I stand on a familiar and unfamiliar land that has passed more than 4000 days, my heart is full of anxiety. I can't understand whether it will be the joy of reunion of old friends or the depression of revisiting old places. 15. The alley is winding, narrow and long. I walked from one end to the other.
Face the moonlight with dew. The alley is faint, silent and desolate.
7. Poems describing alleys in the south of the Yangtze River
In Wuyi Lane, there are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Dai Wangshu in the rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in the long, lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl who is as delicious as lilac. She is sad in the rain, sad and wandering in this lonely rain lane, just like me. Sadness and melancholy, she silently approached and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated past me like a dream, like a dream, like a lilac. The girl drifted away quietly, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated, even her sighing eyes and lilac-like melancholy support.