Beautiful sentences describing alleys

A: A beautiful sentence describing an alley.

1, I really should say that there are people in the depths of the alley, and now there are shops and everything in the depths of the alley; The blending of ancient culture and modern culture is everywhere, which fully embodies the combination of ancient civilization and modern civilization elements, and makes the ancient city block full of new vitality and add new features.

2, alley, I have been walking along it, I want to find the lost love, and then shut them up in the early morning or dusk, in the rivers and lakes of my words, to create a enchanting love, just to stay immortal. 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.

3, the alley is not long, the north-south passage, seven or eight hundred meters. On both sides of the alley are thick loess rammed courtyards, one attached to the other. The yard is the same height and size, and more than a dozen families are neatly arranged on one side. Only spacious wooden doors, double fans, and earth chimneys with smoking roofs.

4, 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.

I don't know when it started, I fell in love with walking in the alley. Every time I see wisteria-covered flower stands, mottled old courtyard walls and old hollowed-out wall windows reflected in the river, I have a special feeling for the alley for a long time. There is a feeling as sweet as eating a candy. I am glad that I can live in such an old street and have a sense of satisfaction. I can't even help but take out my mobile phone and take a few photos ... small bridges and flowing alleys; Liusi misty rain railing There is a woman living in Pingjiang next door; I grew up in this carriage.

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.

7. The running water in the depths of the alley only flows on the shore of the story, and a 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.