Poems about the journey 1. Poetry describing the journey

Tian Jingsha Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Xie Lingyun's "Shi Bi Jing She Return to the Lake"

The weather changes in the evening and early morning, and the scenery between scenes is like clear light.

The lightness of the mountains and rivers makes people feel relaxed and happy, making them wander in the mountains and rivers and linger.

It's still early from the valley, and it's too late when the boat gets on board.

The Woods and valleys gather in the evening scenery, and the sunset clouds float in the night sky.

Water chestnuts and lotus flowers echo in the blue river, and reed mats grow with wheat.

Walking on the road in the south with dust, enjoying the doors and windows in the east happily.

If you have fewer things to worry about, you will naturally feel that you have no worries, and you will feel very happy if you are in a carefree mood.

These words are for people who want to keep fit. I hope they can keep fit in this way.

In memory of Bai Juyi in Jiangnan

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery used to be familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

In memory of Bai Juyi in Jiangnan

Jiang Nanyi,

The most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou:

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion,

When will you revisit?

& gt Wang Wei

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.

& gt Wang Ji

I sat in a boat and played leisurely. The sky was reflected in the water, and the sky in the water swayed together.

The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.

This place is full of thoughts, and it has been sad and tired for many years.

2. What poems describe the journey?

1, why should a strong enemy blame Liu? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan.

(Tang Zhihuan. Dike) 2. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. (Don Li Bai, seeing off friends at Jingmen Ferry) 3. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.

(Don Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home") 4. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. (Don Wang Wei's "Thinking of Brothers in Shandong on Vacation in the Mountain") 5. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan.

(Tang Sikong Tu. Five poems about people) 6. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. (sui. Xue Daoheng. People are homesick every day. If you keep cutting, you will be confused, which is a parting from sadness.

(Nantang. Li Yu "Meet") 8. It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone in spring (South Tang. Li Yu "The waves wash the sand and the rain gurgles outside the curtain") 9. The last time we met was among the flowers, which have been blooming for a year since we were apart (Tang Wei Wu Ying). "To my friends Li Dan and Yuan Xi") 10. There is no north-south road outside the door, and people should avoid parting (Tang Du Mu. "Goodbye").

3. Poems about travel

Farewell through Jingmen

Lipper

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.

Bo Wang

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

Doing nothing is wrong, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? .

Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.

Li shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.

Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion

Wang Changling

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

In addition, some frontier poems also describe hard military life, filled with passionate and generous feelings.

For example:

Join the army and March north

Li yi

It's still cold after the snow in Tianshan Mountain, so it's difficult to travel around the world when playing the flute.

There were 300,000 people in the village, and I looked back at the moon for a while.

Travel through the stars

Cen Can

If you can't see me, I travel in the snow, sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.

Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.

The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! And military adviser Simon attended the ceremony.

4. Poems about lines

It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, and now many roads are safe. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Travelers sing on the road and musicians sing in the trees.

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

Who are you worried about when the light shines into the alley? There are few pedestrians in the ancient road, and the autumn wind moves the millet.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

5. Poems about roads.

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Cobwebs are densely covered in urban and rural areas, and the heavy responsibility lies on the shoulders, busy day and night.

After seeing off the feelings of poverty, the banquets at the dinner seemed to be full of interest.

(2)

The great changes in China are generous.

The narrow path leads to the high speed, and the narrow path leads to the vast.

(3)

China, Wan Li, is full of rivers and mountains, and there are obstacles on the way.

There is no shortcut to the top, you can climb bravely in the snow.

(4)

Leveling ditches and ridges is always difficult.

Stumbling is meaningless, but there is no feeling in the twists and turns.

(5)

Stretching for thousands of lines, the right path is nine.

If you don't cover your eyes with floating clouds, Yangguan Avenue is happy.

6. What ancient poems describe the long journey?

1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know? [Song] Yan Shu's Dead Hua Lian falls.

2. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

3. Don Wang Wei's "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Mountain Holidays".

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

4. Tang Gao Shi's Night Walk

The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. My hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and first frost will be next year.

5. Wang Song Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?

Don duff

6. Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Defeat pedestrians and pass the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. However, if a peacetime letter goes wrong, there is no truce.

7. Tang Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"

Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.

8. Don's "Driving a Boat"

Liu Hua flew into the boat and lay down to attract Ling Hua to believe Biliu. I heard that the scenery was all over the Yangtze River and the weather was fine, so I went to Wangxiang Building.

9. On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

10, Tang Zhangji Qiu Si

The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.

Leaves fall in early autumn, such as guests. If you don't want to go down, you will still remember the forest.