When I think of my hometown, I think of the alley, that narrow and long nameless alley. This alley runs through two streets. People who are greedy for shortcuts will always choose to travel from the alley. It brings a lot of convenience to people.
There is an old tree growing at the entrance of the alley. Its dense branches and leaves half cover the upper part of the alley, blocking most of the light. The dark entrance at the lower part is always inadvertently noticed by people passing by. ignored.
I have lived nearby for six years and did not notice this alley at first. It wasn't until a friend took me through an alley that I realized the beauty of the alley. Since then, the alley has become my favorite place.
When you walk into the alley, you will feel as if you have entered another world, quiet, cool, like a dream. The noise of the road outside seems to be completely isolated by an invisible barrier.
A green and dense old tree bent over with a kind face. The strong and curved tree trunk is covered with bark like fish scales, like the old and helpless wrinkles on the face of a person who has withstood the torture of time. The only thing that is different from human beings is its "hair", which is getting longer and denser, beating its majestic and huge body thickly, once, and again, gently and slowly. The old tree is like a dedicated guard. No matter day or night or in the scorching heat and winter, it always stands there with a smile, silently guarding the deep alley and protecting its peace and beauty.
The steps on the side of the alley lead to the underground, which is the entrance to the house, quiet and mysterious. The originally white wall has been smeared with a light yellow color by time, like the title page of an ancient fairy tale, with a somewhat romantic mood. The vines covered a vertical wall, and the dense vine leaves were swaying and smiling under the guidance of the wind, like a group of naughty children having fun. Let people feel the vitality of spring. If it is a cold winter, the vine leaves will wither, leaving a dark brown vine trunk, as if the scars left after the wall was whipped, giving people the feeling of endless vicissitudes.
The path in the alley is long and winding, moving forward slowly. Occasionally, you can see a few sunken pits. When it rains lightly, water jumps into the pits, "tick-tick-tack-tack". "It makes a crisp and sweet sound, like a fresh ditty, and the small puddles have faint ripples under the beating of the rain, layer by layer and circle by circle, which is a unique sight. The rain was falling, and the scenery in the alley gradually blurred. At this time, it seemed like a graceful Song poem, sung softly in the rain, leaving people with endless reverie...
Ah, my hometown Alley, my words cannot describe your too much romance, beauty and fantasy. You are an eternal landscape deep in my heart. I am willing to give you all my blessings.