1. Composition on the memories left in the ancient alleys

The ancient alleys are a little deeper, and the ancient charm is a lot deeper.

Who is holding a bright red oil-paper umbrella, walking through the sentimental rain alley, walking deep into the smoke and water, leaving only lilac strands floating in the rain and mist; who is standing under the old eaves , leaning against the wooden door, staring into the depths of the ancient alley, waiting for the one I love, waiting until the flowers have withered, waiting until the person is thinner than the yellow flower, the autumn water is gone, sitting alone, and finally not seeing the person back; who is it, along the way? I have been wandering in the long alleys for a long time, trying to find some vague stories and moments... I have no idea why I have such an unfathomable nostalgia, why I am like this. Like those antique things? Ancient costumes, classical decorations, old buildings, old cities, towns and villages, those old houses with white walls and black tiles, those black and white ancient city walls, those Buddhist temples with cornices and corners, those carved trees with moss growing on them The lattice windows, those stone arch bridges standing majestically in the wind, frost, snow and rain, those deep courtyards hidden by the heavy doors, and, and, those long and long ancient alleys, the most, the most, caught my eyes and intoxicated me. Tenderness, my elegance... What kind of language should I use to express my love for you more preparedly, and what kind of pen and ink should I pour into to describe my deep love for you more accurately? Whenever I walk into the ancient long alley and step on the smooth and green stone road, I always have a feeling of déjà vu. I always feel that I have been here and lived there before, and I always feel that I have lost something valuable. In the alley. Such ancient lanes have appeared in dreams thousands of times, both real and illusory, confusing and confusing. Even after waking up from the dream, I am still immersed in such an illusory and confusing state for a long time.

Come to think of it, those deep and long ancient alleys must have left behind my old dreams from my past life, and they must have engraved extraordinary stories about my previous lives. The old dreams are unforgettable and the past is blurred. Therefore, every time I get close to them in this life, the softness deep in my heart will rush over, and the familiarity of meeting an old friend will linger around my whole body and mind. I don’t know that there are countless dreams. This encounter can be regarded as a first acquaintance or a reunion.

Perhaps, in my previous life, I was really a beautiful woman in a deep courtyard in an ancient town during the turbulent Republic of China, with a man she loved deeply. Those alleys left us behind The figures cuddling each other, the green moss-grown bluestone roads have printed our loving words. Maybe one day I accidentally forgot the love object in a certain alley and never found it again, which made me feel sad. In this life, I always want to follow the old dream to find it. Where there are vicissitudes of history, there will be ancient cities and towns. Where there are ancient cities and towns, there will be old trees. Where there are old trees, there will be people with flowing water. Where there are people with flowing water, there will be ancient alleys one after another. .

If small bridges and flowing water are the soul of the ancient city, then those deep and deep ancient alleys are her heart and soul. It is these long and leisurely windy alleys that give the ancient city life and make it possible. Let the weight and vicissitudes of history be carried forward and passed down from generation to generation. I have seen so many scenery, crossed so many rivers, and walked on so many bridges. What is most unforgettable is the impressions of the ancient city that I have browsed with my heart, and the most lingering ones are the ancient lanes and roads that I have measured with my feet.

Buddha said, it takes five hundred times of looking back in the past life to exchange for one passing by in this life. In fact, this is true whether it is related to people, things, or scenery. In the thousands of mortal encounters, in the wilderness of endless time, and in the short journey of life, the scenery that enters the heart is really unforgettable. There are many, and the scenery that touches your bones is even rarer. To have a scenery that becomes the most provocative and tender heartbeat in your life is the most beautiful fate, and it is the best gift God has given you.

The ancient city of Lijiang is a place that makes people stupefied. I have never had the surprise of an affair, but it has engraved an everlasting love in the depths of my heart. Every alley there tells the story of something deep or profound. Shallow touching stories, those Tea Horse Road continues to write the immortal legend of the famous Naxi people. In this life, if there is still a chance, I will set foot on the old road again to find those forgotten stories. Five years ago, in the smoke-like dreamy water town Wuzhen, on the dark green days when the spring breeze was caressing, and in the dusk when the apricot blossoms were shrouded in smoke and rain, I had a leisurely and short stay, walking through the light alleys, and walking A sentimental bridge, walking into the past that has passed by like a fleeting time.

Now, when I look back suddenly, I realize that with one turn and one departure, so many hurried days have been mottled in the green years, leaving only traces of light and cool like fireworks, but taking away... It's a lifetime of memories. Those painted boats with misty waves, waterside pavilions, swaying awnings, Wu Nong's soft words, and those old alleys blurred by mist and rain, have entered my dreams countless times to this day and moved my soul.

Also, that Huizhou with ink paintings, in the golden autumn of October last year, I got close to the Huizhou culture and visited those ancient alleys. I always felt so familiar in a trance, wandering in the profound artistic conception of Huizhou. , only to realize that there is a kind of softness called hometown, a kind of years called vicissitudes, and a kind of elegance called ancient charm. I once wandered around the ancient alleys of Shanghai Beach, dreaming about the turmoil of old Shanghai, and wanted to find the charming figures of those women with the style of the Republic of China hidden in the depths of the years. Constantly enchanting on the scented paper of time.

Also, those ancient Sifang Streets in Beijing have all imprinted my light and shallow footsteps. The courtyards are filled with my soft words from the bottom of my heart, sighing at those misty and misty things. Old things in the south of the city. Walking through mountains and flowing through water, wherever I go, I like to look for those smokey willow alleys with an ancient atmosphere. I don’t care about the history or the vicissitudes of life. I just want to reminisce about a senseless feeling with a leisurely mood. Use the ancient charm and feelings in words to stir up the nostalgic feelings that sneak into the bones... On such a day when the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the sun is shining, the breeze is around the shoulders, there is no mist and mist, no lilac flowers are blooming, invite friends, and wear a Wearing a casual cheongsam top and a casual long skirt, we braided two big braids and let our chest hang casually, walking casually in the alley paved with bluestones, indulging in the old times. Looking for the looming old days, there is no need to hold up an oil-paper umbrella, because this outfit is enough to transport you back to the era of the Republic of China.

Occasionally passers-by cast knowing glances, and I knew that at this time I became a different kind of scenery in their eyes, and I also had a different style. 2. How to write a 400-word essay on Zhuji Ancient Alley

The road leading to Changting is Zhuji, and I feel a sense of tranquility while watching the wind today. In the village of Bianhu, where people gather, horses gallop on the shoulder-to-shoulder road. "This is a true portrayal of Nanxiong Zhuji Ancient Alley by Huang Gongfu in the Ming Dynasty. Walking on the cobblestone ground in the ancient alley, it feels like going back to ancient times.

Walking into Zhuji Ancient Alley, What comes into view are neat rows of ancient-style ancestral halls. These ancestral halls were all newly built later. The appearance of each ancestral hall is so grand, and every pillar and brick in the ancestral hall is full of beauty. It has a long-lasting atmosphere, which reminds people of the past.

We searched for the ancestral hall of our surname one by one, and finally found the "Liang Family Ancestral Hall", but it was extremely simple when we entered it. , there was only one altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which made us puzzled. Then we installed incense and burned firecrackers to pray for safety and health.

Then we walked into the temple. Zhuji Ancient Alley, which has experienced thousands of years, is an ancient post road with a total length of more than 1,500 meters and a width of more than 4 meters. It is paved with cobblestones and runs from north to south. It is also the only avenue leading from the Central Plains and Jiangnan to Lingnan. It is called "the first lane in Lingnan". The predecessor Yang Tinggui described the scene in Zhuji Lane in "Nan Huan Diary" as "traveling on the road is like ants, and it is more crowded than watching a drama." "On both sides of the lane, there are houses built with yellow mud bricks, and some of them are former ancestral halls. If you don't look carefully, you won't know that they are ancestral halls with the same surname! Then walk south, and you will find a The courtyard, this is the "Chen Family Ancestral Hall", the building is very graceful, like the building of a wealthy family in ancient times. After walking further, there is a courtyard, which is the "He Family Ancestral Hall", which is similar to the "Chen Family Ancestral Hall". Comparable.

When I walked to the gatehouse in Zhuji Ancient Lane and saw the inscription "Zhuji Ancient Lane, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart... and finally, it was the end. We found that this very grand and colorful ancestral hall is the newly built "Liang Family Ancestral Hall". It is so beautiful and graceful that it makes people sigh!

After visiting Zhuji Ancient Lane, I can't help but sigh: Zhuji Ancient. Alley, my hometown! 3. Essay on Folk Customs of Ancient Towns and Alleys 560 words

This is the remaining corner of the city, a place where the city’s touch cannot reach, it is moldy, old, and it used to be glamorous. The ancient rhymes engraved on the mottled bluestone represent distant scenes of hundreds of years of splendor, as ethereal as a dusk bell. The empty sound is like a legend on Penglai Island covered with classic colors. The pavilions and pavilions covered with the dust and smoke of history seem to have been stretched by ancient times, and are indistinct in the haze. The passing years turn around here and become a long-lost song. . That is the memory of ancient alleys, which are like the clear water of the same lake that has accumulated hundreds of years of dust, smiling silently.

There are many ancient alleys in Zhanjiang, located in the morning light. The dew that welcomes the fragrance condenses in the hazy crevices of the ancient alleys. People wake up in the long-lasting "huansha". The sleeping ancient alleys begin to wake up from long dreams. With the lingering sound of the rhythm of wooden barrels, people wake up in the early morning. Busy in the middle of the day, the ancient alleys are humming ancient tunes in the clothes of the common people, and they will occasionally be choked by the smoke. The first floor at the foot of the bluestone slab is bright, lying among the ancient rubble, weaving quiet joy, along with the ancient sounds , those shots were slowly lengthened, and the ancient alleys began to come alive. People were seeking friendship and making covenants. Children were playing on the narrow ancient roads. Kind elves were flying around the clear springs and wells. The ancient alleys were shrouded in a haze. In the vitality, the nearly 70-year-old man leaned on the ivy wooden chair, leaning under the shade of the tree, slowly swaying with his eyes closed. The vicissitudes that fell between his eyebrows merged quietly with the ancient alley, and those stories were blown away by the wind. Blown away in a corner of the ancient alley, leaving no trace, they once sang heartily at night, but now they accompany the ancient alley and are silent together with the strings covered in smoke and dust.

Silence. Walking quietly on the bluestone slabs, listening to the voice of thoughts, the Yao singing that comes from ancient pursuits, your mind will become peaceful. When you travel far in the fermented air, and go farther and farther along the ancient alleys, you will feel We find that those mellow pictures appear before our eyes. Where we stare, they seem to be telling a new sorrow. When they gradually merge with the ancient alleys, it is like returning to the most primitive state along the river of time.

When the afterglow of dusk fades away, people step into the glow and return to their respective homes. There are women looking forward to their homes in front of the wooden doors, men returning from work, children playing hard, and birds returning to their roosts. The ancient alleys are overflowing with warm colors, showing " The setting sun and the solitary owl flying together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color."

The ancient alley ends the day in the gradually overflowing vastness, with dew in the morning and silence in the evening. Tang Yin's flowing poems slipped from the bluestone and turned into today's tranquility. It was a beautiful and somewhat sad place, just like an ancient heart placed in the noise and prosperity of a big city, isolated from the dust. Another paradise, it is silent like this, playing its tones leisurely.

Hundreds of years of eternal change, the imagination of the maple bridge on the boat is like an old man who is far away from the world, smiling and watching people grow, grow old, endless life, and then quietly wear the The singers in historical-colored coats and powdered cheongsams sat on the pointed paths of the Qinhuai River and swayed away. The ancient alleys also walked farther and farther on crutches... 4. How to write a 400-word essay on Zhuji Ancient Alley

Hello, the road to Changting is Zhuji. Today I am watching the wind and feeling lonely.

In the village of Bianhu, where people gather, horses gallop on the shoulder-to-shoulder road. "This is a true portrayal of Nanxiong Zhuji Ancient Alley by Huang Gongfu in the Ming Dynasty.

Walking on the cobblestone ground in the ancient alley feels like going back to ancient times. Walking into Zhuji Ancient Alley, What comes into view are neat rows of ancient-style ancestral halls.

These ancestral halls were all newly built later. The appearance of each ancestral hall is so grand, and every pillar in the ancestral hall. , every brick and stone is filled with a long-lasting atmosphere, which reminds people of the past. We looked for the ancestral hall of our surname one by one, and finally found the "Liang Family Ancestral Hall", but it was extremely simple when we entered it. , there was only one altar and a portrait of our ancestors, which made us puzzled.

Then, we installed incense, burned firecrackers, and prayed for safety and health. Zhuji Ancient Lane, which has experienced thousands of years, is an ancient post road from north to south with a total length of more than 1,500 meters and a width of more than 4 meters. It is paved with cobblestones and leads to the Central Plains and Jiangnan. The only avenue in Lingnan is known as the "No. 1 Lane in Lingnan". The predecessor Yang Tinggui described the scene in Zhuji Lane in "Nan Huan Diary" as "traveling on the road is like ants, and it is more crowded than watching a drama." ”

On both sides of the lane, there are houses built with yellow mud bricks, and some of them are former ancestral halls. If you don’t look carefully, you won’t know that they are ancestral halls with the same surname! Then ask Walking south, you will find a courtyard, which is the "Chen Family Ancestral Hall". The building is very graceful, as if it was a building of a wealthy family in ancient times. If you continue walking, you will find a courtyard, which is the "He Family Ancestral Hall". The architecture of the "Chen Family Ancestral Hall" is comparable.

When I walked to the gatehouse in Zhuji Ancient Alley and saw the inscription "Zhuji Ancient Alley, my hometown", I couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in my heart... Finally, it’s the end. We found that this very magnificent and colorful ancestral hall is the newly built "Liang Family Ancestral Hall". It is so beautiful and graceful that it makes people sigh! 5. Essay on an old house in the depths of an ancient alley

As one of the ancient cultural cities, Quanzhou should be a place full of sandalwood charm, with eryngium flowers blooming all over the city; wide and narrow alleys, everywhere. They all have a different charm... But back to reality, why do all I see are gray buildings? Why is the air filled with the "fragrance" of reinforced concrete? Just for passing by, it leaves me with the lingering fragrance of the ancient temple. I suddenly woke up.

Guxiang had not been separated from Quanzhou for a long time. Suddenly, I saw an old house in the deep alley leading to the stone road. It may have just been slowly forgotten here. Leave it intact, even though it is broken and has experienced countless winds and frosts. I dare not open its slightly rotten door, for fear that it will not be able to withstand it.

I gently blew the dust on the window edges and glass. I'm afraid that if I brush it with my hands, I'll break it. After all, I will grow old after all the wasted years... Looking through the window, there is only a small oil lamp hanging on it, and there is nothing visible except the inner room on the ground. The spider silk has no life at all.

Looking from the outside, there seems to be some strange carvings on the hollow outer wall, and the corners of the roof covered with thick silk netting seem to be making no sound. It tells the story of their hardships along the way... There is no more old man shaking the fan in front of the door, no more children running around inside and outside; the melodious sounds of guzheng and erhu disappear at the door; lingering on the eaves every night The southern sound can no longer be heard. Instead, there is only a large amount of dust, the sound of car horns and heavy metal music coming from nowhere.

I don’t know if it is the stones and doorframes lined up in the doorway. It’s really hard to imagine how lonely the old house is... I kind of want to stay and accompany the old house and the stone road... Quanzhou is still an ancient cultural city, and it still has the iconic Erythrina flower; Kaiyuan Temple and the East and West Pagodas It is still there; the East Lake and the West Lake are still so beautiful; there are still some small traces everywhere... But why do I feel that these seemingly unchanged cultures are being swallowed up bit by bit? Let’s think about the past while walking. Old house deep in the alley, how are you?

6. Composition of a leisurely man in a quiet ancient alley

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, the lotuses are still there, the breeze is gently blowing, and the man is dressed in white. What kind of person is that? You are dressed in cold clothes and wander into the ancient alley. You are speechless at dawn, with sparse shadows and fragrant fragrance. The quiet night wind knocks on the vermilion door at the end of the stone path, feeling lonely and lonely.

Sitting under a ray of blue light, the bright moon, missing you, and sighing. It's dawn and it's raining.

The rain and dew of the old year are like clear tears, with a touch of sweetness and a hint of bitterness of loneliness. The shadow of bamboo shakes the window, the fragrance of lotus and lotus, the green silk as medicine, simmered with the heart, who can close the window of the heart with hot tears, how can the belated rain accommodate your bright and ideal expectations for love.

The rain is still falling, wearing white clothes and holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering through the ancient alleys. Like a holy lilac, sad and melancholy.

He lowered his eyebrows and continued walking. Your word "sorrow" has indescribable meaning and endless beauty.

Like the wind blowing across the vast lake, like the misty autumn colors at dusk, like the haggard dusk rain in front of the window, like the drunken plum blossoms planted in the snow every year. Empty and silent, a pair of affectionate eyes full of expectation.

Sit alone at dusk, waiting for the geese to fly, and let the setting sun drown out hope. The sound of the flute is like rain, making your eyes wet without any decision.

The rain is still falling, and the cold raindrops penetrate into your heart. For the first time, your tears wet the gentle notes of the strings, with a touch of sadness. That thin melody will always be condensed on the strings of the konghou; the quiet and deep verses of that chapter will always inspire tears in the book of silk and silk; that prayer under the rain will always be hidden in the heart of fate. In the dark, I pray for all the good things... You quietly go far away. Far away, you reach the crumbling fence. After walking through the rainy alley, you will find that it is sunny. 7. A travelogue composition about the ancient city of Fengcheng and a special 200-word composition that requires personal experience.

After looking at the mountains for too long, it becomes a bit boring. After another 5 hours of driving, we arrived at another world - Fenghuang Ancient City in the evening.

Fenghuang Ancient City is named after a mountain in the southwest that resembles a flying phoenix. The ancient alleys, city walls, city gates, roads paved with azure slabs, as well as the famous canoes and bamboo rafts on the Tuojiang River and the green water all gently tell the beautiful story of this ancient town. No one knows that Phoenix is ??mostly due to a beautiful name, a person, a book, and a series of stories. One person, of course, is the great writer Shen Congwen. In his book "Border Town", this literary giant described his haunted hometown as poetic, picturesque, dreamlike and song-like, soul-stirring, and also made this silent and deep border town Phoenix was introduced to the world. We walked freely through the streets and alleys of Phoenix City, and the strong aroma of ginger candies and sesame seeds filled the city. People couldn't help but think of the past years of this ancient city, and felt the indescribable unique charm of this ancient city more and more strongly. , it is no wonder that Huang Yongyu, a calligraphy and painting master from Phoenix who calls himself "Diao Min", has traveled all over the world, but stubbornly insists on writing his strong nostalgia for his hometown with a unique "Duocui Building".

Overall, this is a quiet town. Although Fenghuang Ancient City is full of lights at night and the alleys are lined with stalls, there is no noisy hawking sound. Local vendors sit quietly on the roadside, quietly tending their stalls. It wasn't until someone came to inquire about the price that they would talk to the buyer about the price with a smile. Their expressions were calm, their tone was calm and their attitude was humble. It was as simple and innocent as the ancient city of Fenghuang where they lived, which made people feel comfortable. The prices of various items are not expensive, and the vendors are very cheerful and generous. There are specialty snacks, Miao ornaments and hand-woven garlands everywhere, as well as many fresh fruits. Phoenix is ??rich in kiwi fruit. This kind of "noble fruit" costs 2 yuan a piece in Guangzhou, but it only costs 2 yuan a pound here. My mother couldn't resist the temptation and bought a huge bag. Very different from many tourist cities that rip off customers, the residents of Phoenix City are mostly Miao or Tujia people. The folk customs are very simple. The kindness of the people in the ancient city left a good impression on me.

With the flow of people wandering around, we walked into the main square, where a magnificent phoenix stood in the center, shining brightly. Its mouth is open, as if it is shouting proudly and majesticly, sacredly guarding this beloved little town. Then walk into the famous bar street from Hongqiao. The music is deafening, the narrow ancient alleys are full of lights, the lights on both sides are like daylight, and the buildings are reflected in the river, making it feel like heaven and earth. After a while it started to rain, and the washed town became even more smelly. My mother and I didn't bring umbrellas, so we had to take a leisurely walk in the rain. By the time we got back to the hotel, we were soaked in the rain.

This was a short and hasty trip to western Hunan. I believe that one day, I will return to this beautiful myth again and relive its beauty. 8. A 500-word essay on Nanjun Lane (Quick)

There are many lanes in the ancient city of Quanzhou. The criss-crossing ancient alleys are the longitude and weft of Quanzhou, weaving into a magnificent and colorful picture of the people's customs and customs in this historical and cultural city.

Nanjun Lane is a famous ancient lane in Quanzhou. It is located in the middle of the city, not long from East Street to the end of Daxi Street. Namjoon Lane is my ancestral homeland and my roots.

Chengtian Temple, one of the three major Zen forests in the "Quannan Buddhist Country", is close to my hometown, where the sounds of Sanskrit and the morning bells and evening drums can be faintly heard.

When I was a kid, I often went there to play hide and seek. I "researched" that the flying towers there really came from the hands of wandering monks. The flies that landed on the stone tablet that said "Flies don't face the sky" really turned out to be lying head down. , and are not afraid of disturbing the solemn Buddha. The ancient alley is flat and straight, and the road is easy to walk. The ancient alley gave birth to many small alleys on both sides, leading to all directions. Xinfukou, Furen Lane, Zhenfu Lane, Chengtian Lane, Guitan Lane... Just hearing these names can bring you to confusing, magical and beautiful places, arousing your imagination. For example, in Chengtian Lane, it is said that there is a hill behind Chengtian Temple. A granite stone on the mountain looks like a parrot. The mountain is named after the stone and is called Yingge Mountain. In the early Ming Dynasty, Zhou Dexing, the Marquis of Jiangxia, wanted to destroy the Yingge Cave of Chengtian Temple, so he secretly built Chengtian Alley to shoot an arrow directly at the first gate of Chengtian Temple - the tail of the Yingge... Regardless of the subsequent rise and fall of the ancient temple and this "arrow" "What does it have to do with it? Zhou built this famous alley, which is a beautiful feat!" There are many palaces, nunneries, temples and pavilions in Nanjun Ancient Alley, including three around the old house. Among the closely adjacent residential houses, there are also common modern and old-style mansions known as "big houses" hidden under the banyan and longan trees. There is a very grand "big house" at the end of the alley, and I am a frequent visitor there. I am always amazed by its wide granite stone pavilion, exquisite carved beams and painted buildings, and high and elegant dovetail-style roof ridges! The artistic conception of the ancient alley is broad and profound, and the cultural atmosphere is as strong as wine.

As early as the Song Dynasty, Nanjun Lane was famous for being home to a family with "three generations and five Jinshi from one family". The head of that household, Cui Gong, his sons Lize and Zhengze, and his grandsons Huang Chen and Song Chen, were all Jinshi in high school. The people in the county admired them very much and called them "the heroes of the south" and built a Nanjun arch. The outstanding people and places in the ancient alleys are not just taken by chance. There are probably hundreds of members of my family who have lived in our old house and moved out from there. I can say without bragging that there are all kinds of talents among them. There are many experts active in the fields of science and technology, education, medicine, religion, and literature in ancient alleys. You can encounter several at any time while walking in the alleys; there is a "Historical and Cultural Center" in Chengtian Temple. Just like a tall and tall tree, growing numerous fruits... Could this scene be caused by the influence of the aura of the ancient alley? It’s really something to be proud of and keep your thoughts running wild!

In the past few years, due to the needs of old city reconstruction, Nanjun Lane was rebuilt. Nanjun Lane has now been transformed into a brand-new commercial street. The old and dilapidated houses have disappeared. Their owners have gone upstairs - above the splendidly decorated shops, the "alleys" of the ancient alley have disappeared. People" started a new life.

Whenever they overlook this busy and colorful cement avenue from the aluminum alloy window facing the street, their hearts will be filled with excitement! The buildings on both sides of Xinxiang Avenue have replaced the former residential buildings and adopt antique buildings. The swallow-tailed roof ridges on the roofs are still high and spirited - the swallows are soaring in the sky - the ancient alley is full of vitality...