Poems about ancient alleyways 1. What are the poems about "old alleyways"
1. Wuyi Alley
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Weeds were blooming by Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset was setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people.
2. a Farm-house on the Wei River
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The setting sun shines on the ruins, cattle and sheep trail home along the lane.
and a rugged old man in a thatch door, leans on a staff and thinks of his son, the herdboy.
there are whirring pheasants? full wheat-ears, silk-worms asleep, pared mulberry-leaves.
Hojo, Fu Tian, hail one another familiarly.
no wonder I long for the simple life, and am sighing the old song, Oh, to go Back Again!.
3. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Baiyang Cross Lane, with Hugou Road in the north.
if you don't see the people of Wu, you'll find grass in the Tang Dynasty.
heaven and earth have repeated, and Miyagi has fallen.
the six emperors left the ancient hills, and Qiao Su wept over his old age.
4. Returning to the Garden. Part II
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Few people were in the wild, and there were few people in the poor lanes.
hide the beauty in the daytime, and think about it in the empty room.
In the music of Shifu Market, the grass * * * comes and goes.
there are no miscellaneous words when we meet, but the words are long in Sang Ma.
the days in Sang Ma are long, and the days in our country are wide.
I'm always afraid of frost, and it's the same as the grass.
5. Doing things in the suburbs is the thing
Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao
Fangyuan acted recklessly in the green fields, and in the spring, she entered the remote mountains and gardens.
I'm rushing through Liuxiang, and I'm stuck in the running water and sitting in Teiji.
don't give me a glass of wine. I'm afraid the wind and flowers will fly.
the weather is clear and clear, so you might as well travel and never forget to go home.
2. Poems describing the alley
The wind in the old alley is always blowing slowly. The high walls, carved eaves, years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of that year. The old houses in the alley keep traces of history, but they are located at forgotten intersections.
Old people sit on the threshold and chat. Those stories that belong to them are dusty wines, which become more and more mellow as the years go by. They talk loudly and laugh wantonly, and nothing can stop them from being their truest selves.
Children are running around in the alley, playing their games. Fei lived in an old courtyard in the old alley, with a round gate and a hall for his ancestors.
There are rooms in the yard, and her family lives in two of them, both of which are very narrow. One room is separated by wooden boards, and the living room is outside, and her parents live in it.
There is a curtain hanging in the middle of the other room. Fei and her sister sleep inside, while her younger brother and sister sleep outside. The kitchen is under the eaves, crowded with other people.
at the end of the eaves, there is a small room with a simple wooden board, which is the shower room. There is a toilet in the yard, and people often queue up, so there is a spittoon at the bottom of every bed for convenience.
it's a long alley to fly home. The alley is winding, deep and narrow, with clean slate and grass sticking out of the gap in the corner, adding a new interest to this gray and black alley.
Fei took me from the road into an alley, then turned into another alley, and then turned into another alley, which made me dizzy, so that I couldn't find her home alone. There are gaps in the walls of many old houses. We found one, climbed up the walls and the roof, and the tiles clicked under our feet, raising little dust.
At the beginning, we were afraid to crush the worn-out tiles. After a long time, we found that these seemingly fragile tiles were actually very strong, so we ran around on them with confidence, turning from one courtyard wall to another, and then sitting on the highest ridge, looking at the gray old houses and the hidden lanes like cobwebs. Those ancient courtyards, ancient linen alleys, collect traces of years, stories of life, and many confusing legends.
We have all kinds of legends about the alleyways, which are true or false. There are people, demons, demons, ghosts, beautiful and ugly ... Let's verify the authenticity of these legends, ask the people around us, and explore the places where the stories happened ... Alleys are actually very lonely. Old people and children are imaginary situations that only appear in relatively large alleyways, and there is basically only wind in the alleyways. Fei and I like to get into those deserted alleys best. The alleys are narrow and the walls on both sides are high, blocking out all the light, only a narrow ray of light leaks overhead.
We like this cold feeling, as if there were only two of us in the world, and we wandered around the alleys, dizzy and lost. It's an old district of the city, a big old house, and between houses, there are small lanes, like cobwebs, criss-crossing.
We wandered in the alleys, constantly discovering new alleys and constantly forgetting the alleys we passed. Sometimes we will put a small flower on the courtyard door or lattice window we pass, hoping to bring a touch of spring to the people inside; We have also written a lot of notes and scattered them in the alley where we arrived, hoping that those notes could carry the wishes of drifting bottles; We once stood in the alley and shouted a name to see if anyone with this name came out and asked, Who are you? Then we replied: You are ... We did all kinds of strange things until we found Xizi in the alley.
I always believe that the appearance of Xizi is a predestined thing. Otherwise, Fei Hui and I have been wandering around this old alley, and we don't know how far the end is. We passed by occasionally that day, and Xizi stood at the corner of the lane, looking around, but he couldn't find the way out.
We are helpful boys, taking him out and wandering around in cobwebs. But turning around, we turned ourselves dizzy, as if we had been walking in an identical alley, and even the small ditch beside the courtyard wall looked almost the same.
As it gets dark, the alley looks very dark and smells evil. Legends about foxes, demons and ghosts in the old house spread out in my mind one after another. I began to be afraid, flying tight and pulling my hand, and her hands were all wet and sweaty.
At this time, Xizi volunteered to find the direction and took us out of the maze. Later, when we went to the alley again, we came out easily. We said that Xizi had a special smell, which triggered the aura of inner senses and trapped us in it, which led to confusion.
But just because we got lost this time, Xizi and I became the Three Musketeers in the alley. Xizi had just graduated from university at that time and worked as an intern in a unit. Because he wanted to live independently, he borrowed a house from a friend and moved to an alley deep in this old area.
It is said that it is a small alley, because it is too small, just small enough for a person to walk through, and there is no gap at all. Standing in front of it, I feel breathless and oppressive. However, when I crossed the narrow alley, my eyes suddenly lit up. At the end of the alley, there was a clearing, squeezed in the old courtyard wall, planted with all kinds of plants, and greenly dotted into a peach blossom garden in this gray old house area.
I like Xizi's rented house very much. Fei and I ran to him when we had nothing to do, sitting on creaking rattan chairs and admiring the plants whose names were unknown. Many people in this house have moved away, and it's so quiet that even the bugs in the corner lower their voices. We either chirp and argue, or don't say a word, each quietly savoring his own worries, or line up in the small alley that came in, looking up at the sky above us and feeling that kind of depressed feeling.
Xizi said that Fei and I are two elves, flying around the alley with colorful wings in black and white rendering, and he is an old house forgotten at the end of the alley, waiting for us to rest on his wall. In fact, Xizi is very familiar with this old area. He has many friends who live in the old area. He has been chasing and running in these alleys since he was a child, and he doesn't say anything to every alley.
3. Poems or ancient Chinese words about alleys
1. The most classic Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane. Wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet a girl with a clove-like knot. She is a lilac-like color, a lilac-like fragrance, a lilac-like sorrow in the rain. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and she is as indifferent, sad and sad as I am. She also cast a sigh of relief. She drifted past a dream-like sadness and confusion. Like a lilac drifting past me in a dream, this girl drifted away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her color dispersed and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sigh-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy supported the oiled paper umbrella, wandering alone for a long time. A long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across a girl with a lilac-like knot. ① [Partridge (Chù chù)] Walk slowly, stop and go. ②. Grass trees in the setting sun, ordinary lanes, and humanitarian slaves once lived.
Back in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li like a tiger. 3. Wuyi Lane [Tang] Liu Yuxi has weeds and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sunset at Wuyi Lane is oblique.
In the old days, Wang thanked Tang Qian Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. 4. the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.
4. Write poems about alleys
Alleys, It's still so deep
Author: It snows in the west
The old house accommodates the old man's cough
Pomegranate under the eaves blushes
Some children begin to learn to skip class and smoke
The woman who lost her man
floats around in the grass
She gets up earlier
Pushes a stall
Hand over the remaining flower faces for trial. It's still so deep
There are
light, shadow and dust scattered everywhere on the slate on the moss.
Occasionally I hear some gossip
Like underwear that was blown to the ground by the wind.
Rice didn't feed the spirit.
Anemic people hallucinated into a dry river at noon.
5. What are the sentences describing the alley?
1. The blend of ancient culture and modern culture is everywhere, which fully embodies the combination of elements of ancient civilization and modern civilization, which makes the ancient city block full of new vitality and adds new style to it.
2. When a person stands there, everything around him is silent. Whenever I wander into the lane, it is like a quiet evening, and I can clearly hear my own footsteps. I only vaguely remember: the high and low walls blocked both sides of the alley, mottled moss marks, and a string of verdant vines hanging on the wall, just like a quaint screen.
The wall is full of bamboo gardens, with dense bamboo cultivation and exquisite sounds. There are also a few arrogant peach blossoms and apricot flowers, which are graceful and graceful, waving tea from the wall as if waving to me. 3. The alley is not long, and the north-south passage is only seven or eight hundred meters.
On both sides of the alley are courtyards rammed by thick loess, one family is connected with another. The yard is the same height and size, with more than a dozen families arranged neatly on one side. There are only spacious wooden doors, double fans and earth chimneys smoking on the roof.
4. The memory of the alley, fermented in the passing years, makes a kind of nostalgia more and more clear. The memory of the alley began to enter the nostalgic history and was gradually erased by the high-rise buildings. Ah, the memory of the alley, a topic that is not old, is like a song, singing the past of the city. 5. I don't know when I fell in love with walking in the alley. Every time I saw the flower stand covered with wisteria at the entrance of the alley, the mottled old courtyard wall and the old hollowed-out wall window reflected in the river, after a long time, I felt a special feeling for the alley. There is a feeling that it is as sweet as eating a candy. I am glad that I can live in such an old street and alley, and I have a sense of satisfaction. I will even involuntarily take out my mobile phone and take a few photos of the small bridge and the quiet alley; Liusi misty rain parapet.
There is a daughter living in Pingjiang next door; Growing up in this compartment since childhood. 6. I walked in the alley with an umbrella. The alley in the south of the Yangtze River gave people the impression that it was old and slightly vicissitudes, immersed in misty rain, poetic, distant and familiar. In my mind, there would be such a figure in the picture of the alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking in the misty alley in the south of the Yangtze River, so quiet and quiet, as if only the rain was heard except the background. 7.
Baiyun Cang Gou, is Haitang still deep in the alley? ! When I stand on the familiar and unfamiliar land that has passed more than 4, days, my heart is full of anxiety. I can't understand whether it will be the joy of reunion of the old friends or the frustration of revisiting the old places. 8. Alley, I have been walking along it, I want to find the lost love, and then shut them up in the early morning or dusk, in the rivers and lakes of my words, to create a enchanting love, just to leave an immortal smile. Standing in the alley, look up at the one-meter sunshine in winter.
My body and soul are all under the sunshine. I began to filter my thoughts, trying to get rid of every inch of defects.
9. After a long time, alleys are growing and spreading in my heart ... In alleys, I can find old memories, go for a walk as comfortably as I can, and enjoy the ancient courtyards and the stone bridges and pavilions reflected in the river. With the growth of age, perhaps in the years to come, you can enjoy walking in the faint alleys every day; Standing on the bridge, I listened to the gurgling sound of running water under the bridge.
I will continue to live in my favorite alley and enjoy the ordinary life ... 1. The alley is quiet. The thick ancient Sophora japonica and the phoenix tree with purple flowers are dotted in the depths of the alley. Even at noon in summer, there is a natural coolness and pleasant silence.
Three or two old people, laying out recliners in the alley, shook the cattail leaf fan one by one, pulled the long family routine with the local accent, or told a story as tortuous as an alley. (Welcome to log in, this site is your writing assistant) In the speech, there is tranquility and remoteness after the vicissitudes of the world.
A woman with ingenuity refuses to rest at noon even after working in the fields for a long time. She pulls a bamboo stool and sits in the shade to knit sweaters for her husband and children. She always wears a gentle smile on her face, and makes her life interesting through the shuttle of needle and thread. 11. The alley is curved, narrow and long.
I walked from one end to the other. Take the dew and face the moonlight.
the alley is faint, quiet and desolate. I went from memory to memory.
With tears in my eyes, I silently counted the sadness you gave me. The alley is deep, sad and melancholy.
you go from your heart to your dream. This road, how I want to meet you.
and the alley is exhausted.