1. The more words and sentences used to describe the old city, ancient city, small town, and old street, the better
The setting sun sheds golden light on the earth, and the entire ancient city was covered with cicadas. Wing-like golden gauze casts a mysterious color on the earth.
The beeping car horns and the jingling bells of bicycles instantly formed a morning symphony.
My hometown, Yantai, Zaogang City, is like a shining pearl, embedded in the waters of the Jiaodong Peninsula.
The criss-crossing transportation facilities form the blood and skeleton of the city, driving the ancient city of Beijing to make strides towards becoming a modern international city. At night, thousands of lights shine brightly, and the buildings are suddenly covered with gems. The inlaid clothes and the streets have turned into shining galaxies.
It is late at night, and the lights of the small town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting darker and darker, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in a dream.
Suzhou, this ancient city, is asleep now. She lay quietly in the embrace of the canal, like a water lily in the silver riverbed.
Tens of thousands of lights were twinkling, and I felt like I was traveling through the Milky Way in space, or watching the lantern festival in the ancient capital of Chang'an.
Against the backdrop of the night, the cars on the street follow each other closely, one row after another, as if they are flowing with strings of dazzling pearls, and like rows of twinkling stars. move.
If Guangzhou looks like an emerald city during the day, then when the sun sets, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl with lights like a sea and thousands of streets shining.
The whirlwind swept up yellow dust and trivial skins, making the whole town a mess and disrupting the lively market into depression.
Night falls, and the bright electric lights are dotted around the town like golden pearls at night.
In the small town in the rainy night, there are dim lights, like countless eyes that seem to be open and closed. The wheat seedlings in the fields are like a sea, and the villages near and far are like boats in the green sea.
The fields were quiet, and one or two small lamps like beans began to appear in the cottages far and near, flickering timidly.
The rivers in the water town are as dense as spider webs, and the round stone arch bridges are as numerous as blisters after rain.
The dandelions hold tiny golden flowers, as if praising the spring in this water town.
The country road is winding and winding, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, showing a little trace from time to time, and disappearing again from time to time. The rivers in my hometown are criss-crossed and as dense as a spider web. It can be called the Venice of the East.
The goldfinches sang, jumped, and sometimes fluttered, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.
The full moon is like a huge sky lantern, reflecting the mountainous countryside like a transparent crystal world. The melting moonlight shines like milk through the umbrella-shaped acacia branches and onto the mud-walled courtyard of the mountain village.
A curl of smoke rises from the sky above the village, as if girls in white gauze are dancing gracefully in the sunset. On the busy (rǎng) bustling street, people are buzzing like a pot of boiling water. The wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.
After the strong wind passed, the street stalls, stalls and pedestrians seemed to have been swept away by the wind and disappeared, leaving only the willow branches dancing wildly in the wind. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the bodies and faces of pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.
The alley was like a snake, winding in the middle of a row of high-rise buildings and a residential area.
There were no flowers or trees in the alley. It was scorched, dry, and covered with a thick layer of dust, like a dried up river.
The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat, deep, and twists and turns. The alleys are paved with marbles. There is no gray sand in the spring. Just after the summer showers, you can wear cloth shoes without wearing clothes. Wet feet. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner of it, every brick, and every crack on the brick.
The colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls inlaid, and the passers-by seem to be covered in beautiful colorful clothes. The bright street lights and the stars in the sky complement each other, and the entire street is immersed in jewels, which is dazzling.
Looking far along the avenue, the street lights are bright and bright, like a flaming dragon with no head in front and no tail behind.
The street lights far and near have been lit. At first, they looked like a dark red fruit plate, and gradually turned into a big bright silver ball.
The street lights on both sides of the road were on. From a distance, it looked like a long river of sparkling light. The spherical street lights are like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; when they are gathered together, they look like a bunch of grapes. The ball lights are held high on the lampposts, like blooming flowers. With blossoming red lotus.
The two rows of shining street lights stretching into the distance look like winding and flying fire dragons.
Streetlights far apart cast beams of light, and snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.
One or two lackluster lights look like the eyes of a sleepy person.
The street lights on the street emitted dim red electric light, just like a pair of red eyes of drunkards, looking at him blinkingly.
The road is paved with stones the size of dates, white, yellow, dark red, colorful, like an endless ribbon.
A winding stone road winds like chicken intestines beside the Shanwan River. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, speckled like a flower-skinned snake.
Various types of cars shuttled back and forth on the wide road, flowing like a colorful river.
At night, thousands of lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are so bright that even the stars and moon in the sky are eclipsed.
The highway runs north-south, with pines, cypresses and parasol trees planted on both sides. 2. What are the words and sentences used to describe "old city", "ancient city", "small town" and "old street"
The sentences used to describe "old city", "ancient city", "small town" and "old street" are as follows:
1. The fields are quiet, and the cottages far and near begin. One or two small lights like beans appeared, flickering timidly.
2. The rivers in the water town are as dense as spider webs, and the round stone arch bridges are as numerous as blisters after rain.
3. The dandelions hold small golden flowers, as if praising the spring in this water town.
4. The country road is winding, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, showing a little trace from time to time, and disappearing again from time to time. The rivers in my hometown are criss-crossed and as dense as a spider web. It can be called the Venice of the East.
5. Goldfinches sing, jump, and sometimes flutter, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.
6. The full moon is like a huge sky lantern, reflecting the mountainous countryside like a transparent crystal world. The melting moonlight shines like milk through the umbrella-shaped acacia branches into the mud-walled courtyard of the mountain village.
7. A curl of smoke rises from the sky above the village, as if girls in white gauze are dancing gracefully in the sunset. On the bustling (xī) bustling (rǎng) streets with constant flow of people, there was a lot of people's voices, like a pot of boiling water. The wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.
8. When the strong wind passed, the street stalls, stalls and pedestrians seemed to have been swept away by the wind and disappeared, leaving only the willow branches dancing wildly in the wind. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the bodies and faces of pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.
9. The alley is like a snake, winding in the middle of a row of high-rise buildings and a residential area.
10. There are no flowers or trees in the alley. They are scorched, dry, and covered with a thick layer of dust, like a dried up river.
11. The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat, deep, and twists and turns. The alleys are paved with marbles. There is no gray sand in spring, and you can wear cloth shoes just after the summer showers. without getting your feet wet. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner of it, every brick, and every crack on the brick.
12. The colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls inlaid, and the passers-by seem to be covered in beautiful colorful clothes. The bright street lights and the stars in the sky complement each other, and the entire street is immersed in jewels, which is dazzling.
13. Looking far along the avenue, the street lights are bright and bright, like a fire dragon with no head in front and no tail behind.
14. The street lights far and near have turned on. At first, they looked like a dark red fruit plate, and gradually turned into a big bright silver ball.
15. The street lights on both sides of the road are on. From a distance, it looks like a long river with sparkling waves. The spherical street lights are like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; when they are gathered together, they look like a bunch of grapes. The ball lights are held high on the lamp posts, like blooming flowers. With blossoming red lotus.
16. The two rows of shining street lights stretching into the distance look like winding and flying fire dragons.
17. The street lamps far away cast a beam of light, and the snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.
18. One or two lackluster lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person.
19. The street lights on the street emitted dim red electric light, just like a pair of red eyes of drunkards, looking at him blinkingly.
20. The road is paved with stones the size of dates, white, yellow, dark red, colorful, like an endless ribbon. A winding stone road winds like chicken intestines beside the Shanwan River. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, speckled like a flower-skinned snake.
21. Cars of various styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, flowing like a colorful river.
3. A beautiful paragraph of 300 words in the alleys of the ancient city
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The quiet bluestone path is a long alley, it is a lively alley, that Still a quiet alley. In fact, its name is "Nameless Alley".
Standing at the end of the alley, it seems like you can’t see the end. There are walls made of yellow mud and stones in the alley; steps made of bricks; roofs made of tiles; wooden doors made of wood; and windows made of paper. There are many people living in the alley, and the houses are 150 meters long. There is also a towering tree in the alley. The chirping birds sang happily in the trees.
In the morning, some old people finished cooking breakfast and went to the end of the alley with their vegetable baskets to buy or sell vegetables. At around 7 o'clock, the child got up and ran from the alley entrance to the end of the alley after breakfast. On the way, he shouted several times, "I want to play, come out quickly." The child who heard the shouts ran out quickly. . The children would go to the creek to play in the water and have water fights. Sometimes they would get bored and dig a few holes in the wall when the neighbors weren't paying attention. By the time the adults found out, the children would have already disappeared. In summer, the adults moved chairs under the big tree to chat and play K... while the children were still playing.
When night comes, every household closes the doors and windows and goes inside to watch TV. The alley was so quiet then! Only the laughter of children in the morning echoed.
The name of the alley is because everyone cannot choose the appropriate name
Please adopt it if you are satisfied. 4. What are the sentences describing Jiangnan alleys
1. One The bluestone alley is lined with old houses with blue tiles on both sides. The drizzle is swaying and water is dripping from the eaves.
The only thing missing in the empty field of vision was a lilac girl holding an oil-paper umbrella. Scenes with a strong Jiangnan style are not uncommon in the alleys of Hanzhong.
Located in the northwest, but with the charm of a water town with small bridges and flowing water, this small town gives people the hazy impression. 2. The door to memory seemed to open at once. The alley was still the same, without any changes. Several children were playing in it, they took off their rain boots, they never held umbrellas, they liked to play in the rain. The alley echoed with the sound of rain. Their playful chases, laughter, and the sound of raindrops on the ground being scooped up. The rain did not stop, and they went crazy. They let the rain lick their bodies, which were always full of laughter and no worries. They were indeed Naughty and cute, they often play until very late before remembering to go home, never consider the consequences, and do not change even after being beaten and scolded by their parents. Their world is so real and pure.
3. The continuous misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like a fairy coming, always giving people unlimited reverie. This breath is like the silky jade paste brewed by Dukang's magical skills for thousands of years, which makes people intoxicated and relaxed.
Listen, she deliberately stayed on the large plantain and gently plucked the natural strings, which struck everyone's heart. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has endless lingering affection, and uses her slenderness to outline dream-like pictures. It always repeats this eternal beauty year after year.
Hold an oil-paper umbrella and encounter the misty rain in Jiangnan. At that time, you were a flower in love with Jiangnan. Your petals fell in the misty rain, and your Jiangnan complex was soaked! The poet wakes you up from your slumber. In a rainy season, you hold an oil-paper umbrella and walk farther and farther down the long rainy alley.
For example, in the previous life, she was also a woman from Jiangnan. She would also hold an oil-paper umbrella and wear a purple cheongsam. She would be graceful and graceful at the alley you must pass by, waiting for you with the most beautiful posture! 4. Rain is the most common. It lasts for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset.
Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof of the house. The leaves of the trees are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes.
In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light highlighted the quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the small roads and by the stone bridges, there are people holding umbrellas and walking slowly; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing straw hats and hats.
Their thatched cottages were sparse and silent in the rain. 5. Is that alley on the street in this city? Maybe somewhere else? I had the same dream for several nights in a row and would always wake up from it around 3am.
Can't sleep anymore. I always think about that alley in my mind. If only my time could stay in that alley and never wake up... 6. The heart that was wet by the winter rain began to dry up in the sun, no The presence of melancholy and happiness sing to my mood with heartfelt attitude.
My brows are free of frown. At this time, I began to read myself, and all the time I had passed was not as good as my reading of myself at this moment.
At this time, I am like a poem recited by the years, becoming more and more beautiful. I began to understand where my life was.
Walking along the alley, walking out of yourself and back to yourself, coming and going, just to make your life more satisfying tomorrow. 7. The alley is still a wide loess road, and two leafy Sophora japonica trees are planted in front of each house, replacing the single poplar tree in previous years.
You can’t hear the crowing of chickens or the barking of dogs, and you can’t see the cattle and sheep in the wooden fence outside the courtyard gate. Everything is quiet. Night has not yet fallen and the village seems to be sleeping.
8. It is true that there are homes deep in the alleys, and now there are shops deep in the alleys, with everything you need; the blend of ancient culture and modern culture is everywhere, fully reflecting the ancient civilization and The combination of modern civilization elements makes the ancient city blocks full of new vitality and adds new style. 9. Standing there alone, everything around me is silent and silent. Whenever I walk into the alley, it is like a quiet dusk, and I can clearly hear my own footsteps.
I just vaguely remember: neither high nor short walls blocking both sides of the alley, mottled moss marks, and strings of green vines hanging on the walls, it looks like Ancient screen. Inside the wall is a bamboo garden, with lush bamboos and delicate sounds of nature. There are also a few branches of arrogant peach and apricot blossoms, Pingping Tingting, swaying their red sleeves diligently from the top of the wall, as if waving to me.
10. The alley is not long, the north-south passage is only seven or eight hundred meters long. On both sides of the alley are courtyards made of thick loess, one after another.
The yards are of the same height and size. There are more than a dozen houses on one side, arranged neatly. You can’t see the houses inside, only the spacious wooden doors with double leaves, and the rooms. There are earthen chimneys emitting green smoke on the top. 11. The memory of the alley ferments over the passing years, making the nostalgia clearer and clearer. The memory of the alley begins to enter the nostalgic history, and is gradually erased by the tall buildings. Ah, the memory of the alley never grows old. The topic is like a song, singing the city's past.
12. I don’t know when I fell in love with walking in the alleys. Every time I saw the flower stands covered with wisteria at the entrance of the alleys and the mottled old courtyard walls and old houses reflected in the river. As time goes by, I suddenly develop a special affection for the alleys. I feel as sweet as eating a piece of candy. I am glad that I can live in such an old street and alley. It feels so good. The sense of satisfaction that arises; I may even involuntarily take out my mobile phone and take a few photos... Small bridges, flowing water, secluded alleys, parapets with willow silk and misty rain. There is a girl next door who lives in Pingjiang. She grew up in this lane since she was a child.
13. I held an umbrella and walked in the alley. The alleys in Jiangnan gave people the feeling of being ancient and slightly vicissitudes of life, soaked in mist and rain, poetic, distant yet familiar. In my mind In the pictures of alleys, there will always be a back figure, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in the misty Jiangnan alleys, so quiet and gentle, as if the background is removed, and only the sound of rain is heard. 14. The water in the depths of the alley only flows on the shore of the story. On the shore of the story, a kind of non-flowering dam grows.
White clouds and dogs, are the begonias still there deep in the alleys? ! When I stood again on a familiar yet unfamiliar land where more than 4,000 days had passed, my heart was filled with uneasiness. I couldn't figure out whether what I was picking up here would be the joy of seeing old friends again or the frustration of revisiting the old place. 15. The alley is winding, narrow and long. I walked from this end to that end.
Wear your body covered with dew and face the faint moonlight. The alley is secluded, silent and desolate. 5. I want some sentences describing the ancient town, the alleys, and the mood
Sentences describing the ancient town
1. As we walked by, we came to a department store unknowingly. in front of the door. When I went in and took a look, the goods inside were really antique. Look, umbrellas woven from silk, little figures made from bamboo, and tea sets carved from wood. It's so addictive that I really want to buy all of them and take them home, but unfortunately I don't have that much money in my pocket.
2. Sitting in the awning boat, we either tell each other jokes, or listen to the friendly swaying sound of the awning boat. Listen, it’s so rhythmic. Da..." Or eating the fragrant white sugar in each hand, how happy it is.
3. When you come to Anchang Ancient Town, looking around, it seems like you have returned to the past. You see, the road paved with stone slabs, the bridge paved with stone slabs, and the pillars made of stone slabs. If tourists were asked to put on ancient costumes, it would be impossible to tell whether they were modern or past.
4. People are even more friendly. After bathing in clean water, I feel more relaxed physically and mentally. The grandmother who sells rice cakes is so hospitable that she invites us to eat rice cakes. Brush oil and release ingredients. Very fragrant and delicious! We came to the wooden and bamboo shop. The old man played with bamboo trees for us and took us to see the treasures. What an eye-opener. For dinner, the old man made us two-sided yellow cucumbers... Two strange families became extremely familiar in this dear ancient town.
5. Water! A small stream flows quietly, like a silver chain in the sun. I quickly played in the water, with smooth bluestone slabs, small black fish... The water was very clear, and the large pebbles on the river bed were clearly visible. Many children, big and small, were playing and playing in the water. The water splashed everywhere and turned into a pearl necklace in the air, fresh and clear. The splashing water drops fell, causing small ripples, crystal clear and colorful.
6. Take off your shoes, step barefoot on the calm stone road, and feel the gentleness of this ancient town like a woman from the south of the Yangtze River in the Tang Dynasty. That is another pleasant thing. Watching sounds waltz is a completely different feeling. What is that? It should be gentle and quiet. It's so quiet here that it seems like it doesn't exist. However, her beauty cannot be ignored.
6. Poems describing ancient alleys when it rains
"Ancient Alleys Drifting in the Wind and Rain"
I can hear the bluestone slabs in the alleys crying
It carries a rich cultural heritage
The history of the ancient city
Witnesses the changes of the times
Every time I walk through the alley
Step on the bluestone
and you can hear its silent voice
It is so resentful
It is such a cry
Telling about the past glory of this ancient city
The helplessness of modern people
The people in a hurry
have not been able to finish listening to this story
The bluestone slabs in the alleys are really old now
Forgotten in that cold corner 7. Ancient city alley hometown composition
The ancient city alley in my hometown The alley is narrow and long, extending in all directions, like a big maze. If you are trapped in this maze, you will not be able to get out without a local acquaintance to guide you. Even if he walked out, he didn't know where he went. On both sides of the alley are the walls of every house. Being in an alley gives people a sense of tranquility.
People have planted various flowers, plants and trees beside the walls of their homes. The branches and green leaves of the trees stick out from the fence. As soon as spring arrives, the alleys are filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Magpies are jumping on the branches, orioles are singing and dancing on the treetops, coupled with fluttering butterflies, it looks full of life. The flowers beside the wall are in brilliant colors. The children were very happy playing in such a comfortable environment.
In summer, the sun is shining brightly, but the alleys are still shaded by green trees. Sometimes it rains suddenly and heavily, and the gutters on both sides of the street are blocked by leaves. It rained more and more, and finally, the rainwater from each street gathered into the alley and became a "little river". The alleys in summer naturally become a major attraction. I stood upstairs in my house and looked down at the "small river". After a while, the "small river" turned into a "big river" again. There are many banyan leaves floating in the "river", like small boats. At this time, the cleaners braved the heavy rain to clear the gutters. Their work was really hard. At night, the rain stops and the water in the alley recedes. When you walk in the alley, only the cicadas are chirping. You will feel that the alley seems particularly quiet and long. If you feel depressed at this time, you might as well go for a walk in the alley to relax. Walking in this deep alley, your depressed mood will disappear all of a sudden, and your mood will become cheerful.
In the alleys in autumn, the flowers and trees on both sides have already withered and turned yellow. The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves. The yellow leaves on the trees are blown off by the autumn wind and fall down one after another, paving the alleys in gold. The autumn wind blows the leaves into the sky from time to time, like many golden butterflies flying in the sky. The chrysanthemums are blooming proudly, which reminds me of the ancient poem: "I will kill all the flowers in bloom, and the city will be covered with golden armor." The fragrance of chrysanthemums is refreshing. People of all ages took a walk in the alley, talking and laughing. Although there are many people, it does not feel crowded or noisy. Instead, it makes people feel the warmth of a big family. When you feel thirsty, you can easily pick a big and sweet fruit from the fruit trees on both sides of the alley to taste and soothe your throat and quench your thirst. Learned tourists can recite poems and write poems in this poetic scenery, which has a special flavor.
Winter in the south can also make people feel chilly. The proud plum blossoms are facing the wind and frost, and we are also facing the cold wind to go to school. Walking into the alley, it seemed to feel much colder all of a sudden. That’s because the wind in the alleys of the ancient city is particularly strong. A stream of cold wind blows from the alley, like a twisting, invisible dragon rushing towards you, giving people a biting feeling.
The alleys in my hometown are so unforgettable.