What poems are there to describe the alley?

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.

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! .

Jinling Baiyangshizi 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.

Tian Yuan in Guangxi ranks second.

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.

Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.

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.

The wind in the old alley is always blowing slowly. High walls, carved eaves, years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of that year. The old house in the alley preserves traces of history, but it is located at a forgotten intersection. Children are running around in the alley, playing their games.

Fei lives in an old courtyard in an old alley with a round gate and a hall for 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 flight 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.