Poems about railways 1. Poems describing railways

Three Railway Poems The shell of an idea flew over the other side of the sea, but it didn't fall ... The ballistic arc was drawn from the weight of the warhead, stretched in the sky of 1956 for several months, and fell to the ground, hanging in the ravine-beating around the bush-the road turned into a peak ... People gave it a nice name-Xia Ying Line. Today, when we are marching on this road, it seems that we are still wary of being in the bunker of war-we must look out 100 meters away to block the line of sight ... The most distant memory of Daheshan love in railway textbooks is that I saw the fantastic scenery of Daheshan Station? Imagine a volcanic eruption surrounded by peaks, just like the lava of the years solidified a 100-meter station into a permanent swan song, and the most important thing is that the station is apricot yellow and turned into a wild lily, like a girl's quiet youthful breath, gentle and beautiful like a fairy tale, and like meditation ...? Suddenly, thunder rolled through the tunnel, roared into a cloud-dyed signal flag, shook out a line of male poems, crossed the station and was instantly collected by another cave ...? Time has turned Daheshan Station into an ancient nostalgia and a poem full of pure feelings, making my memory in a secluded place bright and brilliant! The train was diverted? Leaving a silent and tragic gallop, a section of the road has become a fossil? Dusty sleepers, such as animal bones? Where is the whistle to wipe the sky? What about the wheels that shake the earth? What about the once brilliant concerto? Are they all like dreams of rocks? And the chirping of sunbirds? In the precipitation of history and the singing of poets, the train diverted to unload a glory? Railways are always born for speed and faster time? And leave space for moonlight and grass? And the eternal time in lovers' lingering ... the train turns to clank and March and the crazy songs? Just to catch up with time, time, time, time.

2. What are the poems praising the railway?

Yin (Liu) of Chongqing-Lichuan Railway (⑴) Bashan began to turn pale and yellow after the flood, and it shrank and gathered clouds before it was over.

Difficulties and obstacles do not change the ambition of Jing Wei, and the blueprint will revitalize the village. (2) The spring breeze swings, the screen opens and the bridges and tunnels line up.

Smart iron dragon dreams, five continents win friends. Chongqing-Lichuan Railway starts from Chongqing North Station in Yubei District of Chongqing in the west, and goes to Yubei District, Changshou District, Fuling District, Fengdu County and Shizhu Tujia Autonomous County in the east, connecting with Wuliang Station in Lichuan City, Hubei Province, and connecting with Yiwan Railway to Lichuan Station.

Yiwan of Lichuan Railway (Qin Taizhi) flies over Qian Shan Wanshui, and is more famous for its embroidered mountains and rivers. How many poets don't sing? Chongqing-Lichuan Railway is an important part of the planned Shanghai-Han Rong corridor.

The line is located at the junction of central and western China, starting from Yubei District of Chongqing in the west, and ending in Lichuan City, Enshi Tujia and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, Hubei Province, with Jiangbei District, Changshou District, Fuling District, Fengdu County and Shizhu County of Chongqing in the east longitude. Li Yu Lu Zhong (Yun Xin) (Zhang Shuhua) happens to be sunny and sunny, with spring outing in Bashu, peach blossoms in all pavilions and six new branches in Chongqing.

Dragon dancing worships mountain scenery, cars gallop in Lu Yun, Chinese dream is round, and Li Bai raises a glass and sings. To the west, you can reach the urban area through Suiyu Line. The Yiwan Railway and Hanyi Railway, which have been opened in east longitude, go directly to Wuhan, and then communicate with Hefei, Nanjing, Shanghai and other cities in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

You can also connect North China and South China through the Beijing-Guangzhou railway channel, and connect Jiangxi, Fujian and other provinces and regions along the southeast coast through Wujiu. Extended data:

Railways are the tracks of trains and other means of transportation.

Railway transportation is a land transportation mode, in which locomotives are used to pull trains and vehicles on two parallel rails. The traditional way is to travel on steel wheels, but railway transportation in a broad sense still includes non-steel wheels such as maglev trains, cable cars and ropeways, or rail transit.

Rails can provide a very smooth and hard medium for train wheels to roll on with minimal friction, which makes people feel more comfortable and saves energy. If properly configured, railway transportation can save energy by 50% to 70% compared with road transportation with the same weight.

Moreover, the rail can evenly disperse the weight of the train, which greatly improves the load capacity of the train. Information link: Baidu Encyclopedia-Railway.

3. Find a poem about railways

Ode to Qinghai-Tibet Railway

In the past, you were wrapped in a sacred veil.

A hazy and unreachable human myth

How many tough sails of the years have drifted away?

Stubborn and aggressive figure

In the past, you were wrapped in a sacred veil.

Sweet and brilliant life history

Time makes these pious pilgrims sweeter.

Dear, the price I paid for it was just to witness your beautiful scenery. ...

Looking for ghee has been passed down from generation to generation.

Look for fresh artistic conception and dreams in your heart.

That's casting your glory.

Still practicing the nobility of their souls

Today, you are lying under Tanggula, covered with jade carvings and silverware.

The bright white snow lotus spreads its wings for you, and an eagle spreads its wings for you.

Danxia at dusk dresses up a natural chapter for you. ...

Beads like icebergs, like Hada's holiness.

Today, you are lying under Tanggula, covered with jade carvings and silverware.

The ancestors of Wanshan painted the rivers and mountains of Wan Li as the source of a drop of inlaid color.

Then Wan Li rivers and mountains also sang your paradise on earth. ...

In the past, you were a man carrying tea and a horse.

In this life, you have been running and singing all the way.

The lighthouse of light is in my hands ... this right is of course cherished.

That purple soil with mystery and no death breath.

I have tried my best to think again, and my conscience, will and neck will not be crooked.

Wandering around and enjoying the wonderful scenery of nature.

In the face of inspiration and artistic masterpieces, my heart beats with joy and cheers.

Qinghai-Tibet Railway, this is your right.

The happiness you give. ...

4. Poems describing railways

? Leaving a silent and tragic gallop, a section of the road has become a fossil? Dusty sleepers, such as animal bones? Where is the whistle to wipe the sky? What about the wheels that shake the earth? What about the once brilliant concerto? Are they all like dreams of rocks? And the chirping of sunbirds? In the precipitation of history and the singing of poets, the train diverted to unload a glory? Railways are always born for speed and faster time? And leave space for moonlight and grass? And the eternal time in lovers' lingering ... the train turns to clank and March and the crazy songs? Just to catch up with time, time, time, time.

5. What poems describe "railway"?

1, "Railway" Author: Heshu Railway is extending. Men say mountains are wonderful, but it's hard not to tell their women about them. The men sweated and wept for the railway. Only in the middle of the night, they silently looked at the flickering candlelight. Women silently care about railways. The children are drawing a portrait of their father. Everything a mother says is like her eyes, not like her father's. Son: The children are looking forward to the opening of that railway. In the eyes of their father Author: Feng Ruishan Hai initially fought against Iron for a long time because of his youthful vitality. General iron is always angular, taciturn, occasionally biting fingers when impatient, and occasionally roaring ears when angry. Later, because of constant running-in, he and Tie appreciated each other for a long time, and I don't know whether he changed Tie or Tie changed him. After that, he accepted the silence of iron and learned the thickness of iron. After that, Tie accepted his idea and understood his hope. He used the strongest pen and ink in his life to create dreams on a flat iron plate. He cut through the years with a real iron pen. The iron pen polished one after another, and the best time was on his head. When he retired, he sat on the bullet train for the first time, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of iron squeezing out the wheels and tracks of the bullet train. His poems are more powerful than the years. Railway Author: There is a railway in Shan Yu that runs through my hometown. How many times have I boarded a train from a small station to every distant place? If you stay in Chengdu for a long time, you will inevitably feel homesick. If I run to the North Railway Station and look at the winding railway, imagine a small station called Xide, which is far away from the railway. My hometown is very close to me. If I stay in Shanghai for a long time, I will be homesick. Standing on the Huangpu River will make you feel old. Home is too far away. If you run to Shanghai Railway Station and look at the long railway, imagine that the hometown of a station called Chengdu tied at the other end of the railway is close to me again. 4. "Three Poems on Railway" Author: Liu winding eagle mansion line, an idea shell flew from the other side of the sea but didn't fall ... The ballistic arc was drawn from the weight of the warhead and stretched out in the sky of 1956. A few months later, it landed on the ground, hung in the ravine-detoured-the road turned back to the top of the mountain ... People gave it a nice name-today, we seem to be wary of being in a war bunker when we travel on this road-be careful to squeeze through the barrier that blocks the line of sight, and we must look out 100 meters away ... In my imagination, there were peaks around the volcanic eruption, just like the lava of the years solidified a 100-meter station into a permanent swan song. The most important thing is that the peak is green and the station is apricot yellow. Becoming a wild lily is like a girl's quiet and youthful breath, gentle and beautiful as a fairy tale, a meditation ... Suddenly, thunder rolled through the tunnel, roared into a dyed streamer flag, shook out a line of male poems, crossed the station, and was instantly collected by another cave ... Time turned Daheshan Station into an ancient nostalgia and a poem full of pure feelings, which made my memory in a secluded place bright and brilliant! The train veered away from a quiet and tragic gallop. Further on, a section of the road turned into fossils, dusty sleepers, such as animal bones. The weathering of the mountainous areas in the south has become a kind of narrative. What about the whistle that brushed the sky? What about the wheels that shake the earth? What about the once brilliant concerto? They are all like the dreams of rocks and the songs of sunbirds. They quieted down in the history of deposition and the songs of poets. The train was diverted and a glorious railway was unloaded forever. Live for speed, leave room for the moonlight grass and the eternity of time in the lingering lovers ... The train turned to clank and March crazy songs just to catch up with time.

5, "Song for Railway People" Author: Liu was troubled by being taken away by the car, lonely because of the roar of the locomotive. Railway people meet the east-west passengers at different stations and look at the passers-by coming from south to north. Railway people sincerely maintain the railway and write harmonious songs on the long silver line. Railway people build beautiful scenery with sweat. They use their eyes and smiles to shape the image of railway people and describe the intoxicating railway. Love weaves in the echo of railway whistle, drawing a beautiful arc for our travel life. It is the melody of steel, a song that never tires of singing, and embodies the ideal steel rainbow. The natural rhythm remains unchanged. It is the railway people who hold themselves high with the strength of life and the belief of steel. It is the passion of the train crossing the silver line. Railway is a beautiful talk to enhance friendship. This is a long love line. Railway people love you all their lives, which is an eternal promise.

6. Poems describing railways

? Leaving a silent and tragic gallop, a section of the road has become a fossil.

Dust-laden sleepers, such as animal bones.

Show a narrative of a southern mountainous area that has weathered into some words.

What about those whistles that brushed the sky?

What about the wheels that shake the earth?

What about the once brilliant concerto? They are all like dreams of rocks.

And the chirping of sunbirds

The precipitation of history and the tranquility in the poet's singing.

The train diverted to unload a glory.

Railways always live for speed and live for faster time.

And leave room for moonlight and grass.

And the eternal time in lovers' lingering. ...

The train changed course, clanking and singing wildly.

Just in time.

Chasing hide and seek ...

7. Sentences describing the railway

1. Highway is the main artery of China and a bridge to all parts of the country.

2. The railway passes through the sky in an arc along the mountain, like a giant bow full of resistance and like Changhong crossing.

Behind me is the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, which attracts worldwide attention. A road paved with steel and iron leads directly to Tibet. The sunshine is so good, strong and clear that it shines on the whole plateau.

The endless railway is why I like silence and tranquility. On the endless railway, I can only hear birds singing and breathing. How romantic! How many people are aware of this?

On the occasion of the opening of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, thousands of Chinese and foreign journalists embarked on the auspicious road and unveiled the mystery of the holy mountain and holy water.

6. The railway passes through the sky in an arc along the mountain, like a giant bow full of resistance and like Changhong crossing.

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brothers and sisters

Xiaying Line is the most winding railway in China.

The names of many rivers are engraved on the two rails.

Covered with green hills and trees, where the whistle sounded

White clouds and birds have nests in my heart.

Xia Ying Line is the light at the end of the tunnel, my brothers and sisters.

Sweating profusely, they scrambled to transport the railway back to the workshop safely.

In the bend of the bend, hidden dangers are circled.

Their dark skin and salty life.

In Shaxian county, a small county, the quality of metals used,

Run in front of the iron team

On the railway, I often compare the lineman to a match.

Cohesion, the spark of life.

9. Poetry praising the railway

The "Brothers and Sisters" Xiaying Line is the two most curved tracks in the national railways. It has many river names and is covered with green mountains and trees. Baiyun finch whistle has a nest. In my mind, Xia Ying Line is the light at the end of the tunnel. My brothers and sisters are sweating. They rushed to transport the railway safely back to the workshop in the corner, and surrounded the hidden dangers. They have dark skin and live in a small county in Shaxian. Running in front of the metal iron team, I often compare the lineman to a match, which condenses together on the railway and sparks life in generate. Believe in yourself, the dawn in my heart is the flower before dawn, supported by the rising darkness. I don't want them to talk. The whistle in the middle of the yingtan-Xiamen railway will converge into a huge water tank. I refuse to express my feelings. I'm afraid sadness will drown two unrelated tracks. My workmates came from the darkness, and their faces were reflected in yellow protective clothing. I can read that their silence is more important than the quality of steel, and it lurks in their bodies, destroying those praises. I saw the railway extending into the distance, and the air flute in my ear tore at the black morning lineman in front of me inch by inch. Believe in yourself, the light they will see tomorrow is deeper than the darkness, that is, the beautiful morning around them, "talking to themselves" wearing protective clothing, labor insurance shoes busy on the railway line, and Shaxi River calm on the railway bank. I lived with the whistle for 22 years. In front of my desk, I feed the trains with words and give them candlelight in the dark. Under the dim lantern, the street sleepers stood in a row of black bodies in front of the moonlight. This is a platform that many people dream of hollowing out. Only a few fluorescent lamps are weaker than the sound. Who saved me? I was trapped in the room, flapping the sky like a bird's feather wings, and I understood that flying "shouldered" a row of stones and stood neatly in a row. The place that stretches for thousands of miles is higher than the stone, where the two open rails are lower than the stone. The whistle of Shaxi River sings a calm note. Stones fall on stones, flowers bloom one after another, and many dance steps spin out. It is smooth and shiny, and its face is ruddy. Standing on a stone, its height is equivalent to labor.

I often admire the railway with awe: how many railway people have been nurtured by the quality of iron? The shoulder of the railway makes the stone warm. Standing on the shoulder and watching the train approach or leave, the whistling cold turned into the wind blowing over the shoulder. Railways, those things gathered on stones, are like clusters of red phosphorus, which can ignite the flame with a touch. I heard the stone talking: there are always cold hearts affected, and there are always warm people who have worked on the edge of the town and on the shoulders of the road to protect the stone. Only stones guard the starry sky, years, wild chrysanthemums, light and shoulders. Look at Qianshan and Wanshui and watch the "patrol class" patrol class. People who turn their backs on the light approach the heart of the night again and again, and are kissed by my blessing again and again. Sober people talk to the railway with lights. Who can see me sticking to the position of snow, spreading a glimmer of light to let the train express its feelings in the passengers' dreams? Besides being exhausted by the quality of iron, what is left to support me to cross the endless sleeper ditch without tears and regrets and be taken in by the railway tonight? I turn on the signal light with the hand holding the pen, and whoever persists for longer will persist until dawn. Then, there is a voice standing beside the darkness, which is just a natural static procedure, just like the road I have to walk tonight in my life, and I can't stick to the end with the shadow behind me, guarding the railway and performing plain poems with the footsteps of lights. How I want to get out of the system on the wall and accompany my wife to hold a stove in the cold crossing room to spread the warmth of the railway "Morning Song" at five in the morning. The southbound train caught a birdsong in the middle of Xiaying Line. Two days and two nights of rain raised the dew on the riverbed feathers, bathed the Xia Ying line in the clear sky with the melody of the whistle, and the Xia Ying line of 600 kilometers had a moment's respite. The light of the train surrounded the thin guard room with a waking pericardium and stuck it on the stone wall. A cold night instantly raised a warmth.

Water that nourishes mankind, if not controlled, will always cause some disasters. The fragile mind made of steel, as the train glides on the treetops at dawn, the birds combing their wings will clear the rain and water all night, and a song left on their lips will spread from leaf to leaf, dripping into my ear "stone house", 10 square meter space, blocking the rain and growing in the wild. Its history is as long as that of Xiaying Railway. The nature of stone blends into the quality of steel, whether squatting or standing, interpreting the dedication of generation after generation. Year after year, the whistle of the wind, flowers and snow is full of colorful flowers. The lights of the train lit it up as a waking signpost. The rain ran away from the wall for two days and nights. Stone houses wear bright passes to lead trains. Stone house, about to retire, and a few young people talked about past lives. From steam locomotives and diesel locomotives to electrovaporization railways, its dream is Yingxia Line. It is the elevation of the stone house, the road ruler, and the gauge of 1.435mm is measured, which is the whole content of the road ruler's life. Road bullies sleep in the wind, and what stands on the wall is the height of the train. Walking on the railway track, being reviewed by a millimeter quantifier, he is called a sweaty brother, and the shadow under the straw hat is illuminated by a millimeter of sunshine. Road ruler is the road ruler respected by the railway and the backbone of the railway galloping.