2. Those ancient courtyards and ancient stone alleys contain traces of years, stories of life and many confusing legends.
3. The memory of the alley, fermented in the past years, makes a homesickness more and more clear. The memory of the alley began to enter the nostalgic history and was gradually erased by high-rise buildings. The memory of the alley, like a song, sings the past of the city.
I walked in the alley with an umbrella. The alleyways in the south of the Yangtze River give people the impression that they are old and slightly vicissitudes, immersed in misty rain, poetic, distant and familiar. In my mind, there will be such a figure in the picture of the alley, walking in the foggy Jiangnan alley with an oil-paper umbrella, so quiet and so sad, as if only the rain was heard in the background.
5. The running water in the depths of the alley only flows on the shore of the story, and a kind of non-flowering haze grows on the shore of the story. Baiyun Canggou, is Haitang still deep in the alley? ! When I stand on a familiar and unfamiliar land that has passed more than 4000 days, my heart is full of anxiety. I can't understand whether it will be the joy of reunion of old friends or the depression of revisiting old places.
6. Alley, I have been walking along it, I want to find the lost love, and then lock them up in the morning or dusk, and create an enchanting love in the rivers and lakes of my words, just to leave an immortal smile. Standing in the alley, looking up at the sunshine of one meter in winter. My body and soul are in the sun. I began to filter my thoughts, trying to get rid of every inch of defects.
7. In the alley, I can find old memories, take a walk as comfortably as possible, 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 water under the bridge.
7. When traveling alone, whether walking on the street or under a tree, you can say to yourself: I am me, because there you don't have to hide your sadness or be happy with anyone. It feels good to be yourself.
If you want to travel, all you need is a backpack, a brave heart and someone who loves you and can take pictures for you.
One day, I will put all my tiredness and ideals behind me, take my camera and computer, stay away from the prosperity and go to the empty space.
10, the running water is very clear, so cherish the responsibility of flowers. True identity is nothing more than luck. If this trip is happy, it will be a lifetime.
1. The alley is winding, narrow and long. I walked from one end to the other. Face the moonlight with dew. The alley is faint, silent and desolate. I remember one memory after another I silently counted the sadness you gave me with tears in my eyes. The alley is deep, sad and melancholy. You move from your heart to your dream. This road, how I want to meet you. At the end of the alley, there are no doors or windows. I knocked on the thick wall with a rusty key. (Author: anonymous)
The memory of the alley, fermented in the past years, makes a homesickness more and more clear. The memory of the alley began to enter the nostalgic history and was gradually erased by high-rise buildings. Ah, the memory of the alley, the topic that is not old, is like a song that sings the past of this city.
Our alley is very shallow, which is the back alley of the southwest old city and the place where ordinary people live. However, no matter how shallow, it is also an alley. When the bustling space is divided, the inside and outside of the lane are very different. It's quiet inside and noisy outside the alley.
The buildings on both sides are facing each other, and the alleys are shallow and narrow, so the buildings are as high as clouds, and the narrow sky on the roof seems to be far away. I'm too lazy to look up when I'm tired. I have nothing to do in my spare time. I just sat in front of the teahouse at the bottom of the alley and looked at the alley mouth. In a trance, the alley mouth seems to be the sky on the old well.
A yellow cedar leans on the low house in the square, with green leaves all over the sky.
It is sunny in summer, and you can see blue sky and white clouds. When the clouds are high, they float away without a trace, but sometimes they are so low that they hang on the branches of Li Guo, completely covering the alley. The alley suddenly becomes cool, like the shadow cast by the clouds on the clear water, and the air is transparent well water. When the shadow falls, the well water seems to be still rippling.
People come and go in the alley, and the shadows are like fish, slender and all kinds. In the morning, there will be many small fish, especially children carrying schoolbags, swimming around in an endless stream.
Turn left out of the alley, and there is a primary school not far away, which attracts the children there like a huge magnet. Children are seldom seen in the alley. Even those who are not old enough to study will try their best to swim out of the alley and play in the fields until evening. Children like to be lively and can't stay in a deserted alley. Alleys without children are even more deserted.
There are several black cables flying through the air, but you can't see both ends. I don't know where I came from or where I'm going. There is no beginning and no end, just like Ben's music. Occasionally, a grey magpie stops on it, just embellishing a note on the score. When no one is playing, the grey magpie looks sideways at the bottom of the alley, hesitating whether to go in or not, and its tail is bit by bit.
Many times, the sky in the alley is gray, as if covered with a layer of dirty rags, and you can't see through it no matter how you look. No wind, no rain, no hope of opening. The alley suddenly became depressed and quiet became lifeless. Birds don't want to come in, children want to go out, and adults are eager to get rid of this gray shadow. I stuck my nose into the alley and took a long breath. I found it was the same, or worse, there was nowhere to run.
Occasionally, I went out of the lane in broad daylight, dizzy, and accidentally fell into the bustling and noisy ocean, and was immediately drowned by the sound. Cheer up, stroll around and come back listlessly. The alley is still very quiet. When you walk into an alley, you will suddenly feel refreshed.
After staying in the alley for a long time, I feel that the outside of the alley is a completely different world, which seems to have nothing to do with the alley. Every grass, tree, household and surname in the alley is real, and the outside world belongs to others. Light and harmony are chaotic, illusory and unpredictable.
Around Xiangwai Square, there is a post office, two gold shops, three supermarkets, Stone Station, five banks, six pharmacies, seven or eight small noodle shops, eight or nine big hotels and countless small shops selling ready-made clothes, shoes, cakes, vegetables, fruits, liquor, pork, chickens and ducks, building materials, stationery, tea, mobile phones, electrical appliances, furniture and houses.
On the trail, pedestrians rushed to meet each other, and the road was full of traffic. The traffic lights stopped for a while to let people pass, then opened the gate to release water and roared out.
There is a long queue in front of every bank every day. Retired workers get pensions, and banks have big brains. They tried many ways to prevent the elderly from taking it, but all failed. Since it's called a pension, it's living expenses. How can they live without them? Only cigarette factories, retirement pensions can be on a par with civil servants, and they don't go to the bank for several months, and they have the same money in their pockets. Unfortunately, there is only one cigarette factory in Marble Stone.