2011 Suzhou High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay: Familiar places also have scenery (3)

Gently push open the firewood door that has been closed for a long time, and time flows carelessly in a quiet manner. I fled hastily from the shackles of the city and came here - the ancient alley I walk through every day.

The ancient alley is quiet and beautiful, with mottled wood doors, green ground, and wet black eaves. The shadow of the deep yellow sun passes over the long-sleeping white wall. Here, time is frozen. Over thousands of years, the beauty has been deposited, leaving us with memories and insights.

The ancient alley that I walk through every day seems like no one has ever carefully appreciated it. She watched in a low-key manner, looking forward to it lonely. Time flies by like water.

I walked in the ancient alleys, and she stubbornly kept her elegance amidst the glitz of the city. But I was walking in a hurry and didn't notice this familiar yet strange beauty.

I heard the chirping of insects and the chirping of birds, but I didn’t hear the sound of reading aloud - please don’t regret it. Because the sound of the huqin that came unintentionally filled me, it was babbling and singing ancient legends like in Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City". A handful of fresh green roses are blooming quietly behind the old wall. It blooms between heaven and earth in a holy and elegant way, with a plain face and a smile on the sky. It is so beautiful that Li Qingzhao thousands of years ago also lamented, "The fearful man guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles." It is open, quietly bringing the beauty of youth to this ancient alley.

The familiar scent curled around me, and I was intoxicated. When did this classical spirit that came from ancient times lose its direction in the city's feasting and revelry? I don’t know, I don’t ask, I smile, look at it, think about it, remember it.

The gurgling water passed by, and I heard the sigh from many years ago, "Like flowers and beautiful families, the years pass by like water." But when I thought about it, I felt relieved again. Life is permeating and communicating with nature here. I lost my way in this familiar alley with a leisurely feeling like "the passing of time passes by in a fleeting glance".

The ancient alley is low-key. She has stayed in the long river of time, waiting longingly. Could the lilac-like woman whom the poet Dai Wangshu saw be a beautiful memory in the alley?

At the end is the busy city. But I don't want to leave. I am fascinated by this classical atmosphere, and it doesn’t matter every minute, every second, every update, a hundred years a year...it doesn’t matter anymore. I am amazed at this corner of the world. Thanks to this place, I suddenly realize that beautiful scenery is everywhere.

Three or two old men were holding fans and staring at the door. They must also be the companions of the ancient alley. Just like light tea, not strong, not strong, not hasty, not impatient, not sinking, not floating. Be calm, indifferent and far-reaching. It is the bare makeup that is as low as the dust, and the character that lifts the soul to fly. Pour slowly and taste slowly, letting the glitz of the world linger and dissipate like the mist before your eyes.

At an accidental glance, the walls of the ancient alley are covered with ivy. Perhaps, young imagination and ancient tension are inseparable. The ivy blooms and falls, falls and blooms again, but the old wall remains the same.

Familiar ancient alley, the beauty you hide makes people sigh with regret, "Looking back suddenly, that person is in the dim light." This is how you implicitly and restrainedly showed me this amazing beauty. Feeling.

The beauty of this world is created by hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes, so it is eternal. It brought me a novel shock to this familiar place, so how could it be called "beautiful scenery"!

The wise man is right: the world does not lack beauty, it only lacks the eyes to discover beauty. Today I opened my eyes and saw the beauty of this familiar place.

The Huqin is still playing and making a sound...