Fortune teller in Chengmai Old Street _ Who is the fortune teller in Chengmai Old Street?

The old street can be said to have watched us grow up. Now with the development of the times, our life is getting better and better, and the previous environment is getting less and less. So what other old streets are there in Chengdu? If you want to go to the old street, let's go with Bian Xiao.

Wang Jiaxiang, Wang Jiaxiang is the alternation of the old and the new, and the new Wang Jiaxiang has a photography shrine in Chengdu. And what I want to say is the old alley that comes out and goes left. Unlike the fire next door, it is still a leisurely scene, like a place forgotten by time.

Tall green trees grow on both sides of the narrow road, and some pass through the crown of the tree, full of years. It is full of trivialities of life, and perhaps because of this, it is simpler.

Small shops selling vegetables on the street, uncles playing cards and drinking tea in the shade, slightly messy sundries in front of the shop, bicycles, children playing on the road, and puppies lying on the roadside. There are no cars coming and going, and there is no hurry. It's ordinary here, and the time is slow.

North College Street North College Street presents a complete market atmosphere, with residential buildings upstairs and a slightly messy grocery store downstairs. Whenever the weather is fine, everyone will get together in twos and threes and gather around the tables and chairs on the road to start leisure activities after dinner.

When the meal arrived, there was a smell of food in the street. The card player either shouted "Boss, come and eat noodles" or was called back by his wife. There are fresh vegetables on the roadside, old suitcases under the trees, and aunts and grandmothers on the roadside are talking to strangers with mirth.

Baojia Lane Baojia Lane was originally Qingcheng Yongming Hutong, also known as Juyuan Hutong. It used to be the earliest maternity hospital in Chengdu, where more than 400,000 Chengdu people were born. It is said that "those born here are the real Chengdu aborigines". Later, the maternity hospital moved away, but Jiabao Lane remained the same. In high-rise buildings, it seems out of place here, as if it suddenly crossed time and space.

Broken walls, mottled walls, clothes of various colors hanging outside the walls, plastic benches at the door, some degummed paper, etc. Occasionally, I meet a gray-haired aunt sitting in the sun at the door, or a young child playing around, as if an era had passed.

Longwang Temple, the main street of Longwang Temple, is located in the city center, with low tile houses and a seven-story ginkgo tree. A few hundred meters away is the most prosperous place in Chengdu. The streets here are narrow and the houses are a bit messy. There are vegetable stalls, melon and fruit beaches, breakfast shops and small grocery stores along the road.

There is also a century-old Qiujia ancestral hall hidden here, which has become a symbol here under the precipitation of time. Perhaps it is because of the "old" here that we can bear many memories of old Chengdu and spend our lives in no hurry.

1 1 street 1 1 street can be said to be one of the representatives of slow life in Chengdu. This street is not long, only 100 meters, and the houses on it are relatively old. Shiny bamboo chairs and wooden tables are placed on both sides of the street. Every day, people sit here to drink tea, chat or watch the game.

The grocery store on the street is still what I remember, and the goods are neatly arranged on the old shelves. There are many childhood delicacies and decades-old fly restaurants on the street. Before the door opened, the aunts and grandfathers began to play mahjong in front of the door.

Full of green, Shimaxiang Street, with lush trees growing on both sides of the street. A dazzling array of small shops are open, and the uncle who sells steamed bread is shouting while riding a bike. There is nothing outstanding here, but it is full of rice, oil, salt and vinegar tea, but it is precisely because of this that it retains its original appearance.

Hongqiangxiang Hongqiangxiang was built with a lot of red bricks, so it was named Hongqiangxiang. Walking into the red wall lane, time seems to have gone backwards for more than ten years. The lush trees on both sides of the road remain the same in my memory.

When we were young, we walked across the road with our schoolbags on our backs. Birds were chirping in the trees, and dogs were sticking out their tongues by the roadside. It was obviously a short journey, but we walked for a long time. The fine sunshine scattered on the ground, the wind rustled through the leaves, and the snack bar on the street gave off an attractive fragrance.

Time flies, we have all grown up and changed, and Red Wall Lane is still the same as before.

The dilapidated old house on Sishengci Street has not changed for decades. Now I am gradually surrounded by high-rise buildings, and I don't know how long I can last. Old people often bask in the sun in the courtyard dam, the big orange cat at home sleeps on his knees, and the sound of cars passing by comes from time to time outside the courtyard. In a trance, time seems to be going backwards.

Eating a string of soft waxy sugar and oil fruits, the fragrance of sesame seeds filled the whole mouth, as if returning to the happiest time of childhood.

Shaocheng Old Street People's Park is crowded with people, but the old street opposite is neglected. Time flows slowly here, but it also ends cleanly. Walking into an alley, I saw old buildings, dilapidated walls and the smell of smoke and dust in my life.

There are flowers in the yard, many clothes are hung and all kinds of sundries are piled up. Everything looks chaotic, but it seems that this is the way it should be. Cute cats squint and stretch, lazy and relaxed, maybe they will enjoy it the most.

The streets of Shaocheng extend in all directions, wandering aimlessly, and inadvertently encountering surprises in an alley. Maybe it is a fly house, or an old building, a dog and a bunch of flowers. Among the numerous alleys in Shaocheng, Persimmon Lane is an outstanding representative. Although there are no persimmons, they have a diversified life.

There are walls on both sides of Persimmon Lane, the street is very narrow, and the storefront is built against the wall, but it is small and exquisite. Teahouses for divination and fortune telling, old grocery stores, ceramic shops making pottery, and restaurants in the market are old, but full of new ideas.

In the alley is the famous Wang Mansion, like a declining aristocrat. Even if time flies, its extravagance still exists.