The horn of a car and the jingle of a bicycle suddenly formed a group of early morning symphonies.
My hometown Yantai is like a bright pearl, embedded in the coastal area of Jiaodong Peninsula.
The criss-crossing traffic facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, which promotes the ancient Beijing to make great strides towards a modern international city. At night, every building shines with jewels, and every street becomes a shining star system.
In the middle of the night, the lights in the town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream.
Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.
The lights are flashing, and I feel like I'm swimming in the galaxy in space and watching the Lantern Festival in the ancient capital Chang 'an.
In the background of night, cars in the street are one after another, row after row, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars are moving.
If Guangzhou is like a emerald city in the daytime, then when the sun goes down, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl, with lights like the sea and thousands of streets flashing.
The whirlwind rolled yellow dust and trivial dust, which made the whole town depressed and the busy market depressed.
Night arrival, brightly lit, like a sparkling night pearl dotted the town.
The small town on a rainy night, dim lights, like countless eyes open and close. The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea.
The field was quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the distant cottages, blinking timidly.
The rivers in the water town are as dense as cobwebs and round stone arch bridges as blisters after rain.
Dandelion is holding small golden flowers, as if praising the spring in this water town.
The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. Rivers in my hometown crisscross and are as dense as cobwebs, which is called Venice of the East.
Goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat time, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.
The full moon is like a giant sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of umbrella-shaped acacia and sprinkles on the mud-walled yard in the mountain village.
Smoke rises from the kitchen above the village, like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset, graceful. The bustling street is crowded with people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.
When the wind passed, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.
This alley is like a snake, winding between a row of tall buildings and a residential area.
There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It was dried up and covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dry river.
The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat and deep, twists and turns. They are paved with jumping stones. In spring, there is no sand. You can wear cloth shoes without getting wet after taking a bath in summer. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack.
Colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, which makes people shine at the moment.
Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is very bright, like a dragon with no head before and no tail after.
Street lights are on far and near. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl. Gradually, it became a bright silver ball.
The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, looking from a distance, like a long river, sparkling. Spherical street lamps, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; Get together, just like a bunch of grapes, with a ball lamp held high on each lamppost, like a blooming red lotus.
Two rows of bright street lamps stretching in the distance are like winding fire dragons.
The street lamps in the distance cast a series of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.
One or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person.
The street lamps in the street flashed yellow and red lightning, like a pair of drunken red eyes, flashing at him.
The pavement is covered with jujube-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon.
A winding stone road, chicken intestines-like dishes in the mountain bay river. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake.
Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.
At night, tens of thousands of lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are brilliant, even the stars and the moon in the sky are eclipsed.
The road runs north and south, with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides.
2. Words and sentences used to describe "ancient city", "ancient city", "small town" and "old street" are as follows:
1. The fields were quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the distant cottages, blinking timidly.
2. Rivers in water towns are as dense as cobwebs, and circular stone arch bridges are like blisters after rain.
Dandelion holds a small golden flower, as if praising the spring in this water town.
The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. Rivers in my hometown crisscross and are as dense as cobwebs, which is called Venice of the East.
Goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat time, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.
6. The full moon is like a giant sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of umbrella-shaped acacia and sprinkles on the mud-walled yard in the mountain village.
7. Smoke rises over the village, like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset. The bustling street is crowded with people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.
8. When the gale passed, scorpions, stalls and pedestrians in the street seemed to be swept away by the gale, and all of them disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.
9. That alley is like a snake, winding between a row of tall buildings and a residential area.
10. There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It was dried up and covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dry river.
1 1. The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are clean, deep and tortuous. They are paved with jumping stones. There is no gray sand in spring. You can wear cloth shoes without getting wet after taking a bath in summer. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack.
12. Colorful lights shine on the road like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, which makes people shine at the moment.
13. Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is bright, like a fire dragon with no head in front and no tail in the back.
14. The street lamp in the distance is already on. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl, and then it gradually became a bright silver ball.
15. The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, looking from a distance, like a long river, flashing. Spherical street lamps, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; Get together, just like a bunch of grapes, with a ball lamp held high on each lamppost, like a blooming red lotus.
16. In the distance, two rows of bright street lamps are like winding fire dragons.
17. The street lamps in the distance cast a series of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies under the lights.
18. One or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person.
19. The street lamp emits dim red lightning, just like a pair of red eyes of a drunk, flashing at him.
20. The pavement is paved with jujube-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon. A winding stone road, chicken intestines-like dishes in the mountain bay river. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake.
2 1. Cars of various styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road like a colorful river.
3. Hello, the 300-word essay in the alley of the ancient city.
The faint bluestone path is a long alley, a lively alley or a silent alley. In fact, its name is "Unknown Lane".
Standing in the alley, there seems to be no end in sight. There is a wall made of yellow mud and stone in the alley; Steps made of bricks; A roof made of tiles; A wooden door made of wood; A window made of paper. There are many people living in the alley, and the house is 150 meters long. There is also a towering tree in Baixiang. The chirping birds are singing happily in the tree.
In the morning, some old people go to the alley to buy or sell vegetables with baskets after breakfast. At 7 o'clock, the children got up after breakfast and ran from the alley to the end of Duxiang. On the way, they shouted "I'm going to play, come out quickly", and all the children who heard the shouts ran out. Children go to the stream to play with water and have a water fight; Sometimes when I feel bored, I dig holes in the wall while my neighbors are not looking. By the time the adults found out, the child's intelligence had slipped away. In summer, adults are chatting under the big tree with chairs, playing with old K … while children are still playing.
But at night, every household closes the doors and windows and runs into the house to watch TV. It was quiet in the alley! Only in the morning will the children's laughter echo.
Alleys are named because people can't choose the right name.
Satisfied, please adopt.
4. 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; 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.
5. I want some sentences describing ancient towns and lanes, and sentences describing ancient towns in my mind.
1, we walked and came to the door of a department store unconsciously. Go in and have a look. The goods inside are really antiques. Look, an umbrella made of silk, a figurine made of bamboo and a tea set carved from wood. I can't put it down. I really want to buy all the objective existence home, but I don't have that much money in my pocket.
2. Sitting on the boat in Wu Peng, we either tell jokes to each other or listen to the friendly paddle sound of Wu Peng's boat. Listen, it's very rhythmic. "Bang, bang ..." Or we are all eating delicious white sugar in our hands, so happy.
3. I came to Anchang Ancient Town and looked around, as if I had gone back to the past. Look, the road paved with slate, the bridge paved with slate, and the pillars built with slate. If tourists are allowed to wear ancient clothes again, it is impossible to tell whether they are modern or past.
4. People become more intimate. After bathing with clear water, they feel relaxed. The grandmother who sells rice cakes warmly invited us to eat rice cakes. Brush oil and discharge. Delicious and delicious! We came to Zhu Mu store, the old man played bamboo and wood for us, and showed us the treasure. It's an eye-opener. At dinner, the old man made us two yellow cucumbers ... two strange families became very familiar in this ancient town.
5, water! A stream flows quietly, like a silver chain in the sun. I quickly played with water, smooth slate, little black fish ... The water was clear and the pebbles on the riverbed were clearly visible. Large and small, many children are playing in the water. Water splashed everywhere, becoming a pearl necklace in the air, fresh and clear. The splashed water drops fall, with small ripples, crystal clear and colorful.
6. Take off your shoes and step barefoot on the calm stone road, and feel that this ancient town is as gentle as Tang Jiangnan woman 62616964757A 68696416fe4b893E5b19E31339661665438. What is that? It should be gentle and quiet. It's as quiet as if it doesn't exist here, but her beauty can't be ignored.
6. Describe Gu Xiang's poem "Gu Xiang in the Storm" on rainy days.
I can hear the bluestone crying in the alley.
It carries a heavy cultural heritage.
The history of the ancient city of Cang Sang
Witnessed the changes of the times in one side of the land.
Every time I walk down an alley,
Pedal slate
You can hear it silently.
This is too painful.
It's really sad
Telling the glory of this ancient city in the past.
The helplessness of modern people
People in a hurry
I failed to hear the whole story.
Now the bluestone in the alley is really old.
Forgotten in that cold corner
7. Ancient Town Alleys Hometown Composition The ancient towns and alleys in my hometown are long and narrow, extending in all directions, like a maze. If you are trapped in this maze, you can't get out without local acquaintances to take you away. Even if I went out, I don't know where I went. On both sides of the alley are the walls of every household. It gives people a sense of peace in the alley.
People planted all kinds of flowers and trees around their own walls. Branches and green leaves stick out of the fence. In spring, the alley is full of the fragrance of flowers and plants. Magpies are jumping on the branches, orioles are singing and dancing on the treetops, and butterflies are dancing, which looks full of vitality. The flowers on the edge of the fence are colorful. The children are very happy to play in such a comfortable environment.
In summer, the sun is shining, but the alleys are still shaded by trees. Sometimes it suddenly rains cats and dogs, and the drains on both sides of the street are blocked by leaves. It rained harder and harder, and finally, the rain from every street gathered in the alley and became a "small river". Alleys in summer naturally become a major attraction. I stood upstairs in my house and looked down at the "river". I saw that in a short time, the "small river" became a "big river". There are many banyan leaves floating in the river, just like boats. At this time, the cleaners braved the heavy rain to clear the drainage ditch. Their work is really hard. At night, the rain stopped and the water in the alley receded. Walking in an alley, only cicadas keep chirping, and you will feel that the alley seems particularly quiet and long. If you are depressed at this time, you might as well take a walk in the alley and relax. Walking in this deep alley, your boring mood will suddenly disappear and your mood will become cheerful.
In the autumn lane, the flowers and trees on both sides have long been yellow, and the autumn wind has swept away the leaves. The yellow leaves on the tree have been blown down by the autumn wind, which has covered the alley with a layer of gold. Autumn wind blows leaves into the sky from time to time, just like many golden butterflies flying in the air. The blooming of chrysanthemums reminds me proudly of an ancient poem: "I killed all bloom and brought golden flowers all over the city". The fragrance of chrysanthemum is refreshing. Young and old are walking in the alley talking and laughing. Although there are many people, they don't feel crowded and noisy, but people feel the warmth of a big family. When you feel thirsty, you can pick a big and sweet fruit from the fruit trees on both sides of the alley, taste it and moisten your throat to quench your thirst. Learned tourists read poems correctly in this picturesque place, which has a unique flavor.
Winter in the south can also make people feel cold. Jiao Jiao Mei fights the first frost wind, and we also go to school against the cold wind. Walking into the alley, it seems to be a lot colder at once. That's because the wind in the alleys of the ancient city is particularly strong. A cold wind blew from the alley, just like a winding, invisible dragon, giving people a biting cold feeling.
The alleys in my hometown are really unforgettable.