Alleys are always quiet, giving people a light and comfortable feeling. In the alley, you can clearly hear your own footsteps, and in summer, there will be occasional ticking of rain dripping on the eaves yesterday. Walking in a drizzly alley, I can't help but find dusty memories, and my mood drifts back to the distant past ... The alley came from the depths of the years, and the years solidified on every brick and tile in the alley. Look at those old mossy walls, filled with my childhood songs and laughter. Time flies in the alley and can't stop it from walking like the wind. Pages of pictures flashed in front of my eyes, making me reproduce that kind of beauty in my memory every time I finished reading it.
The alley in memory is the oldest quiet prose, which always reminds the townspeople of the slim girls in ancient times. Remote alleys always hide in quiet boudoir, not ashamed to show up, but have a leisurely temperament. Alleys often have a lively and harmonious taste. Every moonlit night, alleys are places where people enjoy the cool. There are many small stools and rattan chairs in it. The old man and the young man sat together enjoying the moonlight and the cool breeze. There are many interesting stories in the alley. People in an alley form a big circle, talking about the vast expanse of the sky, which is irrelevant and enjoyable. Of course, the most lively place is the teahouse and restaurant on the street. The villagers sitting inside are drinking low-grade popular tea and slowly drinking low-grade wine, which is leisurely and interesting.
Both sides of the alley are crowded with residents, and the eaves are connected. Morning glory, wisteria and Parthenocissus are desperately climbing the wall, which gives the alley a layer of poetry. Walking in the alley, you don't need street signs and direction signs. The alley is deep and deep, like a vine, connected to a small town. You can always find an open door along the alley. The people in the alley are very friendly, and they will always guide you whenever outsiders come.
When the bright sunshine shines in from all the empty places, the alley has a three-dimensional sense and illuminates every detail of the alley. Turn over the pages of the alley, enter through the entrance of the alley, stop anywhere and knock on a door. Even those details that are not illuminated by the sun will appear in front of you. Alley, a thread-bound book, is worn in the eyes of every passerby. The townspeople walked thousands of times in the alleys before they reached the colorful metropolis. But no matter where the townspeople go, the alley will wrap around their hearts like hemp rope and pull their thoughts back.
Now my hometown is not what it used to be. Alleys have been replaced by high-rise buildings. It's hard to find traces of the old times. However, my attachment to it cannot be eliminated, not only because there is an unforgettable past in the alley, but also because it is quiet, warm and human. Alleys are now labeled with the trademark of the times, engraved with a kind of boldness of vision, a kind of pursuit and an innovation. But her affection still lives in my dream.