The alley in front of grandma's house is undoubtedly a quiet and lively place.
"Selling vegetables! Selling vegetables! " In the early morning, a long whistle broke the peace of the alley. An old man with vicissitudes of life engraved on his face, while riding a tricycle, shouted: "His own food grows well!" " "
There is a well in the middle of the alley. At dawn, several grandmothers will squat down by the well to wash clothes or bathe the birds. While joking, they brushed the birdcage with the blackboard. On the contrary, young people are another matter. They often go to work by bike while eating breakfast. The figure of the old woman is leisurely, while the figure of the young man is busy.
The alley at noon is another scene. I don't believe you, the little yellow dog wagged his tail and ran around his master, staring at the pot on the stove, as if asking for food from his master! The collision of pots and pans, accompanied by the fragrance of vegetables, filled the whole alley.
And dusk is the busiest time in the alley. After finishing homework after school, children from all families get together to play games and play chess. Birds are singing above them, and trees are waving to them in the breeze. Butterflies are also infected by children's laughter, dancing on their heads and making fun of them. The old people began to be busy cooking a big family dinner. At this time, the young people who went to work rode home again.
This is the alley in front of grandma's house. Quiet and lively alternate, and the four seasons cycle. It really looks like a beautiful picture!
Walking, walking, came to the alley.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the alley, people began to get busy.
The grandmother next door, although her legs and feet are inconvenient, still does things so neatly. Her hand rubbed the sheets over and over again, propped up and landed on the bamboo pole in front of her house. After soaking in water, the peony embroidered on it is more delicate, warm and festive.
In front is a noodle restaurant, where the sound of boiling water and the sound of cooking noodles have been hovering. Rust on the door still can't stop the influx of villagers. Walking into the noodle restaurant, it was hot inside, and the villagers chatted and laughed, taking a sip from time to time and swallowing a mouthful of noodles. Most of the people inside are sitting in groups, and the people sitting in groups can't bear loneliness. They will still get together with everyone to talk about their home and feng shui.
"Grandpa, give me a bowl of noodles." I shouted. Grandpa saw me and shouted, "OK, OK, wait!" " "Then he smiled and made a sign to me, lifted his apron and turned and walked into the kitchen.
I went back to the dining table and found it crowded with people. I saw a middle-aged uncle patting me on the shoulder and saying, "Come, sit here! I'm finished, I'm leaving! " Stay and smile.
I sat down and thought quietly.
Soon after I came to this town, I became attached to the alley. It's very lively here, but it's not as noisy as the city. It's simple, but not as luxurious as the city. ...
In fact, they have been here all the time! Alleys have been dull for several winter and spring, and trees have been stalwart for several summer and autumn. They are simple, and they are kind. Just like the length of that alley, it is a rare quality. Has that simple alley ever disappeared?
Grandpa came with a face and brought me back to reality.
I picked up the bowl chopsticks, looked at my grandfather again, and ate contentedly. The dense heat diffuses to come. ...
Not bad.
They have been to the noodle restaurant and the alley. ...
Alleys have a long history, and wooden houses exude an ancient fragrance, as if something mysterious had happened here, but no one knew it.
I walked into this alley. This wooden house is very old. Opening the wooden door will make a loud noise. "Squeak" gives people goose bumps. There are exquisite carvings on the windows of the house, which make people applaud the ingenuity of the ancients. There are also exquisite carvings on the pillars, and various lines are decorated with exquisite pillars. There are only a few unusual brick houses across the wooden houses, forming a sharp contrast.
This alley is paved with stone slabs. They experienced heavy rain, but they were still unscathed. Naughty rain still stays on the rocks in the alley and refuses to leave. It must be fascinated by the scenery here. There is a vibrant potted plant in the alley, and the raindrops are still lying in the arms of green leaves, reluctant to go. Because of the company of raindrops, this pot of plants is more green and straight under the sunlight. The potted plants are small, but they stand motionless like border guards, adding a little vitality to this alley.
At noon, the sun was shining and the ground in the alley was scalding. Walking in the alley, I feel my feet are going to smoke. Passers-by are sweating, and although the vendors are wearing hats, the sweat can't stop flowing downwards. They walked through the arch in the distance one by one. This archway looks ordinary, but it has witnessed the changes of this alley. No one knows this alley better than it. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, which brings a little coolness and makes people feel no longer stuffy.
Night, unconsciously came. There is only one street lamp in the alley, which illuminates people's way forward in the dark.
Every scene in the alley makes people feel a strong ancient rhyme. I have been walking along this alley, as if I had walked into the original appearance of the alley.
Deep in the alley is a noodle restaurant, and the owner is an old man.
The old man is white-haired and thin. When he sat on the doorstep and smoked leisurely, I saw the vicissitudes of life clearly from his muddy but deep eyes through the misty smoke.
There is no signboard in the noodle restaurant. Every morning, before the people in the alley get up, the door of the noodle restaurant opens. That fragrance gushed from the small door and spread to the windowsill of every household. As a result, people were dragged out of their sleep by the fragrance, walked into the store and sat at the table, waiting for their own bowl of fragrance. At this time, I suddenly realized that it would be vulgar if this shop had a signboard.
When there were few people in the noodle restaurant, they were greeted by the old man's son. When there are many people, it is coordinated by the elderly. When every French office worker and student party is in a hurry to leave, the old man will bow to the person who is not busy and apologize, and that person will readily promise to wait a little longer. I naturally belong to the student party, and I can get a bowl of incense soon after I sit down. After eating, I thanked the people around me and walked out with everyone's kindness. Welcome a day of study. Ah, with this old man, busy shops are never chaotic, always full of three-point rhythm and seven-point poetry.
Whenever someone praises him, the old man is not cheap. He always enthusiastically accepts and shows off his noodle soup-noodles are made by himself, Lu is the wild fish of a fisherman in the country, and even the water is picked from a well in his yard. Someone joked, "Old man, you let the cat out of the bag, aren't you afraid of being robbed of business?" The old man smiled: "Everyone knows what the secret is, but who has persisted for decades like me?"
Excellent composition of the alley Five houses are strewn at random, connected by an uneven path, two grocery stores, a drugstore, a rice mill, a chicken farm, an old people's club and dozens of houses, forming such an ordinary alley.
The alley is located in the old street, and there are not many young people coming and going, except students passing by nearby middle schools, except children and the elderly.
In spring, they will chat under the house; In midsummer, they will gather in the shade to enjoy the cool; In autumn, they will distribute fruits bought by their neighbors. In the severe winter, they will have a good time in the club for the elderly.
Alleys are so common.
My grandmother is a shop in the alley. She doesn't open it now because of her age. Only the other one seems to be open, and things are getting less and less.
At that time, many brothers and sisters who went to primary school or junior high school often came to grandma's canteen to buy things. I bought food and didn't keep it. I gave it generously to others, and I got some benefits from it, and I also got to know my big brothers and sisters who often came.
Not just students. Old people living in alleys often come to grandma's shop.
On summer nights, I often sit in the shop, watch TV, talk about new things and eat peanuts for hours.
Grandma is also happy to call them often.
In my eyes, alleys are lively.
There were many companions in the alley when I was a child. My companion is not only a child, but also an old man.
Remember I like to play "fishing". I often pull grandma's wool ball long and hang it from upstairs. Old people passing by will also "naughty" pull my wool, and I will also quickly smoke my "bait" and often play like this for a long time.
Sometimes it itches, and I will "enjoy" reaching out.
The alley is so ordinary, but it is filled with the happiness of my childhood.
Alleys are narrow, quiet and full of vitality. At the same time, it has a long history and is full of simplicity.
This alley is very narrow. As soon as you walk into the alley, you can see the crowds. As soon as everyone went out, they crowded into the crowd. This alley is only enough for three people to cross the road, and everyone else has to wait in the back until the person in front walks out of the arch. Alas, this alley is only over one meter long. It is really "difficult to get away."
The alley is quiet. At night, every household is reluctant to go out with the door closed. Everyone tucked in and went to bed early. Only the cold wind whistling outside the house makes people let them "do evil". This alley is really quiet.
Alleys are full of energy. Every morning, a lot of business people go to the alley to sell, and the sound is deafening. Look at the potted plants in front of that door. How beautiful the flowers are. They bloom slowly and have different shapes, and people can't help but stop and admire.
Alleys have a long history. Although the pavement paved with bluestone slabs has become bumpy, it clearly prints many footprints, which is enough to prove the "growth" of the alley. There are also cracks in the slate, which must be the "evidence" left by the wind and rain; The spider web in that corner must be left by a spider who has been here for many years and doesn't want to leave. ...
Alleys are as simple as that. The arch has been damaged beyond recognition by dust, and the color of the house is quite old.
Ah, alleys, quiet with vitality, antique is your style. Ah, this charming alley!
This winter vacation, our family went to the ancient town of Cicheng, which was full of criss-crossing alleys, connecting the corners of various ancient towns, and exuded an ancient and quiet atmosphere everywhere.
The road in the alley is paved with bluestone slabs. It's very deep ... standing at this end of the alley, you can't see the crowd at the other end of the alley. Deep and narrow, I feel that I can't get the breath of sunshine. Walking in this alley, looking at the ancient brick moss on the ground next to it, it seems to be back to ancient times. It took a long time to get back to reality. The house in the alley is not interesting either. These houses are made of rocks of different shapes and have a sense of historical vicissitudes. The roof is blue tiles, and the cornice is a faucet-like ornament.
The alley is lively, and it is also a stage for concerts. Look! When pedestrians pass by, the green flag will make a "bang, bang" sound. If the cicada in the tree sings in summer, the frog in the pond will make a "croak" sound. This alley has become the music stage of life. These sounds are like an ensemble, played in the alley.
The alleys are quiet, and the scattered houses and the stone roads between them are quiet. They are afraid of scaring sleeping grass and disturbing tourists. Raindrops beat on the quiet stone road. Tick-tock, as if listening to a long and wonderful story. There is a clear and smooth river lying quietly beside it. Where the river flows, an alley is built. There seems to be a special friendship between the two. No matter where you are, you can always see one alley connected to another, like a spider web.
I love the old alleys, lively, quiet and reticulate. I especially like them!
I lived in that alley, and the hawker stalls, the noisy crowd, the picturesque scenery and the fragrance of flowers and plants made me unforgettable.
That alley is Pingjiang Road.
That alley has a unique charm of Suzhou, and everything is so beautiful. There are several green mosses growing on the stone road.
There are also some Soviet-style old houses hidden in the alley. These old houses are full of creepers. They are too green. There are several tenacious grasses growing in the gap of the stone road next to the old house.
It is raining in Mao Mao, which is the first rain in spring and also the rain that moistens everything. Look, the trees are greener, the grass is greener and the flowers are brighter. At this time, a lilac girl was wearing a pink cheongsam and holding a pale yellow oiled paper umbrella. From a distance, she looked like a peach blossom in bud.
The rain stopped, and the warm sunshine sprinkled on me; Sprinkle on the room; Sprinkle it on the grandmother who sells flowers. Everyone knows the old woman and will buy her flowers. Because all the flowers are planted by grandma herself. Sweet and refreshing; Beautiful and delicate. More importantly. Her flowers smell like home, and foreigners will miss their hometown, give birth to your parents and raise your brothers and sisters when they buy them.
There is a simple Soviet slow life here. Gusu is poetry and life is prose. Come to Suzhou if you want to enjoy life slowly! Suzhou people are very hospitable. They always adhere to the principle of "all guests are guests".
Ten years passed quickly, and I grew up in this picturesque alley in Suzhou. Many people grow old with the alley, but my feelings for it have never changed, and I have always been so naive.
How familiar and cordial I am here.
This is my favorite driveway.
The long alley stretches under my feet, and I tread gently on the dilapidated bluestone path, which inevitably leads to some melancholy in my heart and my thoughts drifting away. ...
The alleys are antique. The houses on both sides have closed doors and windows, pillars and beams supporting the houses, traces of insect erosion and traces of wind and sun, which proves the long history of the alley. The arch in the middle of the alley stands like an old mother with open arms, letting an endless stream of people enter her arms. The most antique is Qingshi Road, which is "missed" by millions of people. It attracts the attention of hometown people with its quaint atmosphere, and many people's childhood memories are awakened here.
There are memories in the alley. It quietly records history. Once upon a time, how many people left footprints to miss it, and how many people abandoned it and ignored its obstruction. Its eyes are hexagonal street lamps engraved with beautiful patterns. Street lamps illuminate the road, but reflect gratitude and happiness. This little happy look touched the heart of the fallen alley.
With the change of the outside world, alleys become full of vitality. On both sides of it, flowers and plants began to decorate their faces, so that the houses that were originally like ruins began to have the color of spring. Bonus is like fire, burning, which makes sleepy alleys suddenly warm, and also makes the cold bluestone road warm, and the broken stones are no longer lifeless, producing a delicious red enthusiasm. Green trees, with emerald blue, awaken the soothing spring breeze and sweep the whole alley, making people feel the rhythm of spring again.
Now, instead of past depression, I am trying to change and give myself a new life.
Alley excellent composition 10 There are cries of selling vegetables everywhere, and the elderly and children have free entertainment. People coming and going seem to appear in front of me again, and I still can't forget the mediocre appearance of that alley.
In the early morning, at dawn, stalls were set up on both sides of the alley, and a beautiful day began with the sound of iron racks and pebbles selling vegetables under tricycles. ...
During the day, the tricycle crossed the pebbles, and a pair of feet stepped on the rough pebbles. Then, "How much is this? Cheap! " Such bargaining sounds seem to have played a beautiful voice in the alley. At that moment, those who bought vegetables, sold vegetables, knew and didn't know all answered the sentence: "We are passers-by in the alley, and we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ."
In the evening, when the last sunset slowly fades from the treetops, the wind blows and the birds sing. The stall owners are preparing to close all kinds of vegetable stalls. The sound of buying food seems to be floating in the wind. But this alley in the evening has become a good time for the elderly and children to relax. Look! The old people sat on a row of stone benches in front of their house, regularly rocking the cattail leaf fan up and down, talking and laughing with their neighbors. Some people will take the baby out of the house, some people will hold the baby in their arms, and some people will put the baby in the stroller and slowly push the baby forward. The little doll in the cart couldn't help laughing when she saw the colorful world.
At midnight, the hazy moonlight enveloped the whole alley, and the figure of the distant mountain was fixed in the dissolved moonlight.
At night, it is very quiet. ...
Teacher's comment: well written! Vivid and colorful; There is movement and quietness; There are details. Very vivid. Keep trying!
Excellent composition in alley 1 1 In this tall city, alley is hidden in the depths and silent. ...
When I stepped into the alley, I felt fresh as never before. At the moment I stepped in, it seemed to have changed, but it suddenly recovered.
The shoes stepped on the bluestone board, making clear sounds again and again. "Snapping, snapping" is far away and reverberates everywhere.
However, under the sound of my shoes, there seems to be another sound hidden, and I followed it. I saw water dripping along the eaves in a narrow drain. Coincidentally, this ditch was built along the eaves, facing the eaves. I was very surprised that the ancients could design this ditch so skillfully.
The eaves are patchy. Judging from the moss and traces on them, they must have been in the long river of years for a long time. Those are the traces left by years. Yes, in such an ancient alley, there is a trace of vitality in the antique.
How I want to live in this quiet alley for a while. You see, at the foot is a stone threshold, which is paved with bluestone slabs; The house opposite the window is neat and comfortable; Looking up, I saw the sky in the alley, so blue and so clean.
No one will bother you when you live here, no one will quarrel over trifles, no one will judge you casually with a simple eye ... every day, you can greet every beautiful tomorrow with the best attitude.
I envy the people who live here and hate the noise caused by urban development.
If there is a way, I hope I can hide away from the alley, hide in the depths and enjoy the beauty of the world.
As for me, who loves to wear a white gauze skirt, I said I don't want to walk into a dirty and stuffy alley with my eyes open. But that day-
My sister came, and my mother asked me and my sister to play outside in the market and alley. Reluctantly, I embarked on a journey to the alley-
Playing, playing, I gradually forgot the unhappiness brought by the alley. Playing, playing, I gradually forgot the troubles brought by the secular, but I don't know why I heard a weaker and bleaker cat meow. I'm getting more and more uneasy—
So, I went to the alley blindly, looking for the bleak meow. Walking, I can only hear the faint meow in the air. I can't help but stop in front of an alley. Slowly, I turned around and found some children pouring pepper water into a little tiger cat's eyes. The kitten hid and let out a sad "meow!" Meow! Hey! " In the shouts, the cats cried heartbreakingly, cold and dirty. Before I could react, the poor tiger cat let out a more chilling cry. The children threw the cat to the ground, watched it crawl painfully, and listened to the crying that hit people's ears. They didn't leave a tear, and no one called for help for the kitten. They just laughed and clapped their hands. I picked up these children and shouted at them. One of them cried in horror and shouted out their usual crimes.
Picking up the kitten and listening to the thunderous cry, I froze. I can't believe that they will treat life as a joke, and I don't want to believe it is true.