Poems about the alleys of ancient cities

1. The more words and sentences used to describe the old city, ancient city, small town and old street, the better

Sunset showered Jin Hui on the earth, and the whole ancient city was covered with cicada-like gold gauze, and the earth was covered with mysterious colors.

The honking of the car and the tinkling of the bicycle suddenly form a group of early morning symphonies.

My hometown, Yantai, is like a shining pearl, embedded in the coastal areas of Jiaodong Peninsula.

The criss-crossing traffic facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, pushing the ancient city of Beijing to stride into a modern international city. At night, thousands of lights are shining, buildings are suddenly covered with clothes inlaid with gems, and streets are turned into bright and shining galaxies.

It's late at night, and the lights of the small town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting dim, and the whole city is like a dream.

Suzhou, an ancient city, is fast asleep now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily in a silver river bed.

ten thousand lanterns are flashing, and I feel like I'm traveling in the space galaxy and watching the lantern festival in the ancient capital Chang' an.

Under the background of night, cars on the street follow each other, row by row, as if strings of dazzling pearls were flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars were moving.

If Guangzhou is like a emerald city in the daytime, then when the sun sinks, Guangzhou becomes a night pearl, with lights like the sea and thousands of streets shining.

The whirlwind, with yellow dust, dusty soil and trivial matters, stirred up the whole town, making the busy market chaotic and depressed.

As night falls, bright lights are dotted around the town like golden night pearls.

In a small town on a rainy night, there are dim lights, like countless eyes that seem to be open and closed. The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea.

The fields were quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the cottages near and far, blinking timidly.

The rivers in the water town are as dense as cobwebs and round stone arch bridges, as many as blisters after rain.

Dandelion is holding small golden flowers, as if celebrating the spring in this water town.

Country roads are winding, like naughty children playing tricks on people, showing a little trace from time to time and disappearing from time to time. The rivers in my hometown are criss-crossing and dense as cobwebs, which can be called Venice in the East.

goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.

The full moon is like a huge sky lamp, which reflects the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of the umbrella-shaped acacia tree and sprinkles on the mud-walled small courtyard of the mountain village.

Smoke from kitchen chimneys rises above the village, as if girls in white gauze are dancing and graceful under the setting sun. The bustling street is full of people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.

When the gale passed, it seemed that all the covers, stalls and pedestrians in the street were swept away by the wind, and all of them were gone, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street are covered with black soil on their bodies and faces, as if they had just emerged from the ground.

that alley winds like a snake between a row of tall buildings and a residential area.

There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It is scorched and dry, covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dried-up river.

Suzhou's alleys are full of flavor. They are neat and deep, with twists and turns. They are paved with bouncing stones. There is no dust in spring, and you can wear cloth shoes just after the summer shower without getting wet. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack in it.

colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. The bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, dazzling people's eyes.

looking far along the avenue, the street lamps are bright, like a fire dragon with no head in front and no tail in the back.

The street lamp in the distance is already on. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl, and gradually it became a bright big silver ball.

the street lights on both sides of the road are on, and from a distance, they look like a long river with flashing waves. The spherical street lamp, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; When they are gathered together, they are like a bunch of grapes, holding a ball lamp high on each lamppost, like red lotus in full bloom.

The two rows of bright street lights that stretch in the distance are like winding and dancing fire dragons.

Street lamps far away cast beams of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies under the lights.

one or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person.

The street lamps emit dim red electric light, just like a pair of red eyes of drunkards, looking at him.

The pavement is paved with stones the size of dates, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon.

a tortuous stone road, chicken intestines-like dish in the mountain bay river. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake.

There are many kinds of cars shuttling back and forth on the wide road, flowing like a colorful river.

At night, tens of thousands of lights on Nanjing Road in Shanghai are bright and brilliant, and even the stars and moons in the sky are eclipsed.

The road runs north-south, and pine and cypress trees are 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:

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2. The rivers in the water town are as dense as cobwebs and round stone arch bridges, as many as blisters after rain.

3. Dandelion is holding small golden flowers, as if celebrating 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 from time to time. The rivers in my hometown are criss-crossing and dense as cobwebs, which can be called Venice in the East.

5. Goldfinches sing, jump and sometimes beat, like a group of tireless children, adding more interest to this quiet mountain village.

6. The full moon is like a huge sky lamp, which reflects the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of the umbrella-shaped acacia tree and sprinkles on the mud-walled small courtyard of the mountain village.

7. Smoke from kitchen chimneys rises above the village, as if girls in white gauze are dancing and graceful under the setting sun. The bustling street is full of people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.

8. When the gale passed, it seemed that all the covers, stalls and pedestrians in the street were swept away by the wind, and all of them were gone, leaving only the willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street are covered with black soil on their bodies and faces, as if they had just emerged from the ground.

9. That alley winds like a snake between a row of tall buildings and a residential area.

1. There are no flowers or trees in the alley. It is scorched and dry, covered with a thick layer of dust, just like a dried-up river.

11. The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are clean and deep, with twists and turns. They are paved with bouncing stones. There is no gray sand in spring. Just after the summer shower, you can wear cloth shoes without getting wet. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack in it.

12. Colorful lights shine on the road like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. The bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, dazzling people's eyes.

13. Looking far along the avenue, the street lamps are bright and clear, like a fire dragon with no head in front and no tail in the back.

14. The street lamp in the distance is already on. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl, and it gradually turned into a bright silver ball.

15. The street lights on both sides of the road are on. From a distance, they look like a long river with sparkling waves. The spherical street lamp, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; When they are gathered together, they are like a bunch of grapes, holding a ball lamp high on each lamppost, like red lotus in full bloom.

16. The two rows of bright street lights that stretch in the distance are like dragons dancing in a winding way.

17. Street lamps that are far apart cast beams of apertures, and snowflakes are flying like fireflies in the light.

18. One or two listless lights are like the eyes of a sleepy person.

19. The street lamps emit dim red electric light, just like a pair of red eyes of those drunkards, flashing at him.

2. The pavement is paved with stones the size of dates, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon. A winding stone road, chicken intestines-like dish in the mountain bay river. On the path leading to the lake, a layer of leaves fell, dotted like a flower snake.

21. Cars of various styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, flowing like a colorful river. 3. The 3-word beautiful passage in the alley of the ancient city

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The faint bluestone alley, which is a long alley, a lively alley and a silent alley. In fact, its name is "Unknown Alley".

standing in the alley, it seems that there is no end in sight. There is a wall made of yellow mud and stone in the alley; Steps made of bricks; A roof made of tiles; A wooden door made of wood; Windows made of paper. There are many people living in the lane, and the houses are 15 meters long. There is also a towering tree in bai Lane. The chirping birds are singing happily in the tree.

In the morning, some old people finish cooking breakfast and go to the alley to buy food or sell vegetables with a basket. At 7 o'clock, the children got up after breakfast and ran from the alley to the end of du Lane. On the way, they shouted "I'm going to play, come out quickly", and the children who heard the shouts ran out. The children went to the stream to play with water and have a water fight; Sometimes I feel bored, so I take advantage of my neighbor's inattention to dig some holes by the wall. When the adults find out, the children zhi have already slipped away. In summer, adults moved chairs to chat under the big tree and beat the old k … while children were still playing.

at night, every household closes the doors and windows and runs into the house to watch TV. At that time, the alley was very quiet! Only in the morning do the children's laughter echo.

The name of the alley is because everyone can't choose the proper name

Please adopt it if you are satisfied. 4. What are the sentences describing the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River?

1. A bluestone alley with old houses with blue tiles on both sides, drizzling and dripping eaves.

In the open field of vision, there is only one lilac girl with an oil-paper umbrella. Scenes with strong Jiangnan style are not uncommon in the alleys of Hanzhong.

located in the northwest, but with the charm of a small bridge and flowing water, it is this small town that gives people the impression of obscurity. 2. The door of memory seems to open at once. The alley is still the same, and nothing has changed. Several children are playing in it, they take off their rain boots, they never hold umbrellas, and they like to play with the rain. The alley is echoed with the chase of their play, laughter, and the sound of the rain being picked up on the ground. It keeps raining, and they are crazy to the extreme, letting the rain lick their bodies, and there is always laughter.

3. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like a fairy dancing, which always gives people infinite reverie. This smell is like the filar silk jade pulp brewed by Du Kang's magical skill for thousands of years, which makes people intoxicated and relaxed.

Listen, she deliberately stays on the wide banana, gently plucking out the natural strings and knocking everyone's heart. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River has endless lingering feelings, and draws a picture of a dream with her slim, 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 deep sleep. In a rainy season, hold an oil-paper umbrella and drift away in a long rainy lane.

If I had been a woman in the south of the Yangtze River in my previous life, I would have held an oil-paper umbrella and a purple cheongsam and waited for you in the most graceful posture at the lane you must pass! Rain is the most common, it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed.

Look, it's like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, and it's densely woven diagonally. There's a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to force your eyes.

in the evening, the lights are on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers who work in the fields, wearing withers and hats.

Their thatched cottage is sparsely silent in the rain. 5. Is there that alley on 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 it around 3 am.

I 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. My heart wet by winter rain began to dry up in the sun, without melancholy coming, and happiness sang my mood with a hearty attitude.

my brow, remove the frown. At this point, I began to read myself, so much time passed, not as much as I read myself at this moment.

at this time, I am like a poem recited by years, and I am more and more witty. I began to understand where my life was.

Walking along the alley, walking out of yourself and walking back to yourself, coming and going, just to make tomorrow's life more satisfactory. 7. The alley is still a wide loess road. In front of each house, two leafy Sophora japonica trees are planted to replace the single poplar trees in previous years.

I can't hear chickens and dogs barking, and I can't see the cattle and sheep in the wooden fence outside the courtyard. Everything is quiet. The village seems to have fallen asleep before night falls.

8. It is true that there are people deep in the alley, and now it is deep in the alley.