Poems about alleys 1. 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.
2. 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.
3. Alley Poetry
Wuyi Lane in Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi Zhuque Bridge is surrounded by wild flowers, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. A farmhouse on the Wei River in Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's setting sun shines on the ruins, 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! .
Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling in Tang Dynasty: Libaiyang Cross Lane, with Hugou Road 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.
Second, Wei and Jin Dynasties returned to Yuantianju: Tao Yuanming had few people in the wild and few wheels in poor lanes. 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.
In Song Dynasty, Cheng Hao and Fiona Fang acted recklessly in the wild. In spring, they entered the surrounding mountains and gardens. 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.
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. 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.
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.
4. Poems of Suzhou Bridges and Flowing Alleys
Over five gates, Shi Si, Tang Yun and Li Shen.
Smoke and water are all over the country, and the door is covered with green water. Qingyang deep alley white, green Chinese boat.
There are thousands of rooms in Zhuhu Lake, and there are 100 buildings in Tandan. Du Shuiguang shakes the pole and distinguishes Changzhou by grass color.
I remember that I wore linen and jade clothes and once went on a trip. Sing with Lao Chu and feast the princes.
Listen to the warbler in the flower temple and watch the geese stay in the spring lake. Sing in the song, sing in the country.
The bridge turned to save the rainbow, and the waves floated. Bamboo leaves and plum gardens are quiet, while water lanes and orange gardens are quiet.
The cracked and blocked wild elk garden breaks through the tiger hill and rocks. The old wind is still getting louder and louder, and the remaining customs are still in Wu Gou.
Therefore, the museum has been idle, and the heritage base has been searched. Tao blows firewood out of Mount Tai, and Buddha returns to Gongqiu.
The shed hall is full of flowers, and the cloud room is shrouded in clouds. The demon of bamboo radish is destroyed, and the ghost of thorns is ashamed.
Romantic yellow ribbon, half bald back. Go back to the crown and cover the guests, and say goodbye.
When the fire is too strange, the previous post will be sent abroad. Water and wind shake colored beams and willows sing.
Ask collectors, children and grandchildren to separate, and call for courtesy. Gu Zhan lived in the past, and his words were silent and sad.
A sense of justice is empty, and it is easy to steal when it is weak. He also took a letter from the sea, and since then he has been distributing imperial edicts.
What's here?
"Qingyang deep alley, green John boat.
There are thousands of answer rooms in Zhuhu Lake and hundreds of buildings in Tandan. "
It's about the alley!
5. 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.
6. I want to know modern poems about alleys.
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane:
Siegel's Bridge Lane in Late Autumn: The Bridge Head in Late Autumn
I am a cold statue on the river.
Pointing to the distance
Eyes sucking the soft light of night.
The full moon is gone.
The missing month is back.
Tonight is doomed to stick to it.
My sick face
?
Willow hair hangs down.
Gentle as a wisp of autumn wind
Whose eyes are rippling?
Quiet as the moon in the Longtan Lake.
Be held in the palm of your hand by the waves of the river.
?
Swear not to feel sorry for you.
I have a crush on Lilac Girl in Rain Lane.
Still longing for the faint light at night
Or pick up a broken moon and put it in your bag.
?
Canyue lost her way.
Close the night curtain and lie down by yourself.
Wandering alone
Bridge lane in late autumn
7. Ancient poems about Suzhou and its alleys.
Gusu Huaigu Xu Hun
Yu Ji of the Palace Museum dropped out of school, and Vivi was infinitely lonely.
Elks in the desert compete for new grass, while owls in empty gardens occupy shallow sand.
Wu Xiuyu is cold in the rain, the wind in the Chu River is urgent, and there are many sails.
The poor country broke its loyal minister and died. Bai Bo was born in the East every day.
A further visit to Xu Hun, Yuguanguan, Gusu.
In the early autumn of Gaowu, the old corridor meets the old place.
Tonight, the moon is over the blue window and the rain is faint.
Yaochi is cold and hibiscus is shallow, and Qiongshu is windy and sparse.
Hang the sail more eastward tomorrow, and the immortal should laugh like a bass.
Send Xu Hun back to Gusu South Building and give it to Li Mingfu.
There is no place to go, and it doesn't matter if you fall in love.
I moved to Luo Qi temporarily to see the mountains, and only heard the sound of running water in the orchestral strings.
Don't hate the flowers falling in Xiting, and Liu Yin Nanpu promotes the return journey.
I made a short night in the early stage, and I waited for months in Zhu Lan.
Night parking near Fengqiao Zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Gusutai nostalgic Chen Yu
Recalling that the king of Wu ruled the sky, the songs rang all over the high platform.
Three thousand ladies-in-waiting look at flowers, and people are tired.
Suzhou Nanhu accompanied Cao to visit Luo Yin.
The flowers of Polygonum hydropiper are red and the ears of rice are yellow, which makes the Blue Army return to the pond.
Leaning against the wind algae, open the way first and welcome the birds as much as possible.
He has god and skill in his hand and gold around his waist.
Teenagers should smile and put cream on their temples.
Tomb of the Mother of Gusu (in Huqiu West Temple) Luo Yin
Spring grass grows to the grave and grows to the tiger hill.
Death is lonely, but life is not romantic.
Jiaojing mountain spring is cold, and autumn is foggy.
You should also walk along the fragrant path at night with your calligraphy.
Topic Gu Suling Chu Shi Wei Zhaung Zhuang
A cluster of pavilions returned to the room, and the door was not closed.
The flowers are far away, and the rain is urgent. Egrets in spring pool are idle.
Take drinkers to find Wuyuan Temple and lean against the building to see Dongting Mountain.
Strange words get fairy tales, and newcomers return them from the outside.
Boating, Suzhou, Wang Anshi
Swim to Panmen East and leave for Nagato West at dusk.
Looking around, there is no one, but the day is low.
There is smoke in the forest belt, and there are birds singing on it.
Everything is entrusted to me, and I have no place to live.
Juanjiangyue Gusutai Huaigu Sadulla
Leaning against the terrace, I love Zhu Lan and have a bird's eye view of Baihuazhou.
The fragrant path of Yunling cloister is quiet, just like the old home.
Wandering outside the threshold, weeping willows by the water, still learning palace waist dance.
Prosperity is like a dream, endless.
If you see the sunset on the barren platform, the elk will come to swim and it will be full of hazel trees.
Loyal officials can retreat to the east gate.
Vote for a thousand generals for nothing, and in the end it's still a beach. Where would you hide your face?
A thousand years' legacy, I still listen to the farmer's dove.
Niannujiao Gusutai Nostalgia Zhou Quan
Fly thousands of feet. Straight men cross the clouds, and the southeast wins.
On that day, the whole city was like jade, and the spring in Taichung, Ceng Zui was beautiful.
Dust flies, Yu Di breaks, and elk comes to the palace.
Through the ages, Zhu Lan has a bright moon.
Send eyes to the west wind, ask about the past, and fly to the end of the sky.
It is also a statue of floating white, so it is divided into martial arts.
Things are different, sighing at the doors, how much prosperity is gone.
The fishing boat is broken and the setting sun is empty.
Jiangchengzi Ouyang Jiong
In the evening of Jinling, the grass is flat, the setting sun is bright and the water is ruthless.
In the prosperous period of the Six Dynasties, the sound of darkness drifted away.
When you are free, you can go to the Gusu stage to enjoy the moon, such as learning the mirror and seeing Jiangcheng.
Chen Renjie Qinyuanchun
Grassy Gusu asked Fucha who is safe now.
Looking at Tiger Hill in the distance, worrying about the bright moon, the lake is wide and prosperous.
Since ancient times, men have been concerned, and they have to leave and can't come back.
After I left, I seemed to be a few Wuyang, and I became a talent.
The west wind blows obliquely.
It is especially sad than the old Jiangnan.
Sighing the yellow dust in the horse's belly, one after another, it is difficult to open your eyes.
Things should be sold as incense, lotte's words are endless, and infinite customs become ashes.
Don't ask, just draw a cup after solving the problem with the guest.
8. What are the poems describing the alley?
Wuyi Lane in Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi Zhuque Bridge is surrounded by wild flowers, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. A farmhouse on the Wei River in Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's setting sun shines on the ruins, 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! .
Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling in Tang Dynasty: Libaiyang Cross Lane, with Hugou Road 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.
Second, Wei and Jin Dynasties returned to Yuantianju: Tao Yuanming had few people in the wild and few wheels in poor lanes. 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.
In the Song Dynasty, Cheng Haofang acted recklessly in the wild, and in the spring, he entered the deep mountains and forests. 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.
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. 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.
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.
9. 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 can't stop thinking about that alley. 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; Liusi misty 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.