Liu Yuxi
There are many weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
In the old society, Wang thanked Yan and flew 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. Describe Liu Yuxi, an alley in the south of the Yangtze River, with weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Lane. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Dai Wangshu is holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane. A person is wandering in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness in the rain. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold, sad and sad as I am. She was also relieved. She drifted through a dreamlike sadness and confusion. Like a lilac in my dream, I drifted past this girl. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain. Her color disappeared, and so did her fragrance. Even her sighing eyes and lilac-like melancholy walked alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
3. Poems describing alleys in Jiangnan. Liu Yuxi's Suzaku Bridge is surrounded by weeds and flowers, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Lane is oblique. In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Dai Wangshu in Rain Lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella. A person is wandering in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness in the rain. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold, sad and sad as I am. She was also relieved. She drifted through a dreamlike sadness and confusion. Like a lilac in my dream, I drifted past this girl. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain. Her color disappeared, and so did her fragrance. Even her sighing eyes and lilac-like melancholy walked alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
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. If you want to describe Jiangnan in one sentence, it's better to be the unique bluestone alley, blue-and-white porcelain and misty rain in Jiangnan, which 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 beautiful posture.
6. If you want to describe "Jiangnan" in one sentence, it's best to have "Qingshi Lane", "Blue and White Porcelain" and "The misty rain in Jiangnan is like a fairy", which 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! Reference 360 Q&A:/q/q//Q/Q/ 139799706062095.
7. Write a leisurely and quiet sentence in the alley of Jiangnan in about 30 words. Throughout the ages, the alleyways in the south of the Yangtze River are places where countless literati can stretch their feelings. Lu You listened to the rain and imagined the clear cry of the woman selling apricot flowers in the alley, so he wrote the poem "A small building listens to the spring rain all night, and a deep alley sells apricot flowers"; Dai Wangshu also walked through the alley, but he walked alone in the alley, with that hesitation and loneliness; The alley Ling Ke walked through was so spiritual, elegant and quiet. Walking in the alley, Ling Ke discovered the joy of life, the meaning of existence, a quiet and indifferent life, and the nobleness of pursuing fame and fortune. In his eyes, the alley is a "typhoon shelter in a sea of people." Reading Ling Ke's prose is like listening to an elegant and peaceful expression of an elegant scholar, or listening to a beautiful piano piece. It seems ordinary, but it contains a clear artistic conception like water. The greatest advantage of his writing is that he is not grandiose and melodramatic. With simple and true style and exquisite and concise writing style, his experience, his sentiment, his conscience as a writer and journalist, and his thoughts on reality and history are generally reflected in a flowing way, so that readers can't help but walk into his world and swim with him in the vast sky.