Talking about the scenery of the old street in my hometown

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

The horn of a car and the jingle of a bicycle suddenly formed a group of early morning symphonies.

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

The criss-crossing traffic facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of the city, which promotes the ancient Beijing to make great strides towards a modern international city. At night, every building shines with jewels, and every street becomes a shining star system.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the town are like fireflies flying far away, getting darker and darker, and the whole city is like a dream.

Suzhou, an ancient city, is sleeping now. She lay quietly in the arms of the canal, like a water lily on a silver riverbed.

The lights are flashing, and I feel like I'm swimming in the galaxy in space and watching the Lantern Festival in the ancient capital Chang 'an.

In the background of night, cars in the street are one after another, row after row, as if strings of dazzling pearls are flowing, and as if rows of twinkling stars are moving.

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

The whirlwind rolled yellow dust and trivial dust, which made the whole town depressed and the busy market depressed.

Night arrival, brightly lit, like a sparkling night pearl dotted the town.

The small town on a rainy night, dim lights, like countless eyes open and close. The wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, and the villages near and far are like ships in the green sea.

The field was quiet, and one or two small lights like beans began to appear in the distant cottages, blinking timidly.

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

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

The country road twists and turns, like a naughty child playing tricks on people, sometimes showing a little trace and sometimes disappearing. Rivers in my hometown crisscross and are as dense as cobwebs, which is called Venice of the East.

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

The full moon is like a giant sky lantern, reflecting the mountain village like a transparent crystal world. Dissolved moonlight, like milk, permeates the branches of umbrella-shaped acacia and sprinkles on the mud-walled yard in the mountain village.

Smoke rises from the kitchen above the village, like a girl in white gauze dancing in the sunset, graceful. The bustling street is crowded with people, like a pot of boiling water. Wide streets are like conveyor belts, sending people in all directions.

When the wind passed, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all disappeared, leaving only willow branches dancing wildly with the wind. The wind blew harder and harder, and the pedestrians on the street were covered with black soil, as if they had just emerged from the ground.

This alley is like a snake, winding between a row of tall buildings and a residential area.

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

The alleys in Suzhou are full of flavor. They are neat and deep, twists and turns. They are paved with jumping stones. In spring, there is no sand. You can wear cloth shoes without getting wet after taking a bath in summer. I love that ordinary alley. I am familiar with every corner, every blue brick and every crack.

Colorful lights shine on the road, like a string of beautiful pearls, and passers-by seem to be covered with beautiful colorful clothes. Bright street lamps reflect the stars in the sky, and the whole market is immersed in jewels, which makes people shine at the moment.

Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is very bright, like a dragon with no head before and no tail after.

Street lights are on far and near. At first, it was like a dark red fruit bowl. Gradually, it became a bright silver ball.

The street lamps on both sides of the road are on, looking from a distance, like a long river, sparkling. Spherical street lamps, like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times; Get together, just like a bunch of grapes, with a ball lamp held high on each lamppost, like a blooming red lotus.

Two rows of bright street lamps stretching in the distance are like winding fire dragons.

The street lamps in the distance cast a series of apertures, and snowflakes danced like fireflies in the light.

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

The street lamps in the street flashed yellow and red lightning, like a pair of drunken red eyes, flashing at him.

The pavement is covered with jujube-sized stones, white, yellow, dark red and colorful, like an endless ribbon.

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

Cars of all styles shuttle back and forth on the wide road, like a colorful river.

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

The road runs north and south, with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides.