Lane stories, modern poetry.

The sun has not yet poked its head out from the east.

The leaves are hung with crystal dew.

It's too late to break up.

The story of the alley begins.

The morning in the alley is lively.

People are still dreaming.

Birds come to the treetops early.

Make a squeak

Wake you up

Whether you want to hear it or not.

Take it or leave it.

It keeps jumping around.

Its happy world, you can only bear it.

Only follow it.

You will get used to it.

The morning in the alley is alive.

Aunt Da Die's sister-in-law who went to the market early in the morning.

Yelling about selling this and that.

Fresh eggplant and cucumber

Grass carp Monopterus albus

The voice is still loud.

Or hoarse and low

Or simply bright.

Twist a little food

Weigh a little fish

Load a bamboo basket

Inject vitality into life

The morning in the alley is happy.

At the first dawn

Love Tai Chi Chuan.

The people in the square dance arrived as scheduled.

Concentrate on the nearby square.

Accompanied by a beautiful melody

Dance lightly and gracefully

The morning in the alley is very pleasant.

Seven or eight o'clock

Cheerful uncles and aunts

Wear neat work clothes

Or walk.

Or ride a bike.

Or ride an electric car

Or take a bus or taxi.

Start a new day's work

Create a better life

The morning in the alley is very promising.

Grandpa and grandma are holding hands.

Lovely grandchildren.

Go to kindergarten

The children are carrying schoolbags.

Addicted to breakfast

Determined to study hard

Grow into a pillar of talent

The teacher is waiting at school.

Students who come to school

There are many stories in the alley.

Full of joy and joy

People who live in alleys.

Like this alley

People outside the alley

Xiangwang alley

Author: Cai

Wechat official account: Southwest Contemporary Writers Magazine.