Words describing old streets

1. The more words and sentences used to describe old cities, ancient cities, small towns and old streets, the better. Sunset sprinkled Hui Jin on the earth, and the whole ancient city was covered with cicada-like golden 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 sets, 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 from north to south, with pine and cypress trees planted on both sides.

2. Ask for some poems describing old houses and streets. Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She has lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance and lilac-like sadness. She is sad in the rain. She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, silently feels indifference, sadness and melancholy. She approached silently, approached, and breathed a sigh of relief. She floats like a dream, like a dream, like a lilac. She walked away silently, far away, towards the decaying fence and through the rain lane. In the elegy of rain, her color, her fragrance, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilac disappeared. She walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.

3. Exquisite sentences describing old alleys 1. The wind in the old alley will never blow fast. High walls, carved eaves, years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of that year. The old house in the alley retains traces of history, but it is located at a forgotten intersection. Children are running around in the alley, playing their games.

2. Fei lives in an old courtyard in an old alley, with a round door and a hall for his ancestors. There are rooms in the yard, and there are two in her family, both of which are very narrow. The kitchen is under the eaves and crowded with others. At the end of the eaves, there is a small room made of simple wooden boards, which is the shower room. There are toilets in the yard, and people often queue up, so there are spittoons under each bed for convenience.

It's a long way to fly home. The alley is winding, deep and narrow, and clean slate and grass protrude from the gap in the corner, adding new interest to this gray-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.

4. Those ancient courtyards and linen alleys contain traces of years, stories of life and many confusing legends.

We are good boys who are ready to help others. Let's take him out and wander in the cobwebs. But as soon as we turned around, we turned ourselves dizzy, as if we had been walking in an identical alley, and even the small ditch next to the courtyard wall looked similar. Seeing that it was dark, the alley looked very dark, and there was a bad smell coming on my face. Legends about foxes and monsters in the old house spread out in my mind one after another. I began to be afraid, flying tightly, holding 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.

4. Familiar with the sentences of old street literature and art.. The simplicity of the old street is the beauty without faith, and the most beautiful is tranquility and prosperity.

The flowing old street is full of people's voices, like a pot of boiling water. The wide street is like a conveyor belt, sending people in all directions. In the past, the manhole covers, stalls and pedestrians on the street seemed to be swept away by the wind, and all of them were gone, 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. Then, it winds 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 stars in the sky are reflected in the distance, and the whole market is immersed in jewelry, which makes people shine. Looking from a distance along the avenue, the street lamp is very bright, like a missing head. At first it was like a dark red fruit bowl, and gradually it became a bright silver ball. The street lamps on both sides of the road lit up and looked like a sparkling long river from a distance. Spherical street lamps are like pearls magnified tens of thousands of times. Gather together, just like a bunch of grapes holding a ball lamp on a lamppost, like a red lotus in full bloom. Two rows of bright street lamps extending 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 lamp gives off dim light. Like a pair of drunkard's red eyes, flashing in E68A8432313133353236313431303231363365438. Like an endless ribbon, a tortuous stone road, winding like a chicken intestine by the Shanwan River. A layer of leaves has fallen on the path leading to the lake on that floor, like a flower snake. I hope this answer is helpful to you.

5. What poems describe "Old Alley"? 1 .Wuyi Lane

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

2. A farmhouse by the Weihe River

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Sunset shines on the market, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.

There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.

No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

3. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling is the entrance to the river in the north.

Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green.

The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.

There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries.

4. Second, go back to the garden.

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

There are few chariots and horses in the secluded places when the countryside makes friends with the secular world.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.

When complex market music, grass * * *.

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.

My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.

Do what you want in the suburbs.

Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao

I enjoyed myself in Ye Yuan, where the grass grows like flowers, and saw that spring has come to the mountains, surrounded by green.

Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.

Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.

Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.