1. Poems about travel

Poems about travel 1. Poems about travel

When we travel, we will inevitably feel emotional when we see the scenery on the journey. It may be that a very common scenery can touch our hearts. Maybe this is the feeling of touching a scene.

Below are three travel poems that I like very much. I hope they can also touch you during your journey.

One: "Spring in the Jade House·Spring Scene"

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Song Qi

Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is beautiful.

Wrinkled ripples welcome guests.

The dawn is cold outside the green poplar smoke, and the spring breeze is stirring on the red apricot branches.

The growth of floating life makes people hate the lack of joy and entertainment.

Ken Ai Qian Jin smiled lightly.

I hold wine for you to welcome the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.

Translation:

Walking in the East City, I feel that the spring scenery is getting better and better, and the wrinkled water waves are slowly rocking on the boat. Green willows sway gracefully in the morning mist, and pink apricot flowers bloom all over the branches, creating an enchanting spring atmosphere.

I always complain that life is short and there is too little joy. How can I be willing to despise laughter just to be stingy with a lot of money? Let me raise a glass of wine for you to persuade the setting sun, please stay and shine the evening flowers.

Two: "Wulingchun · Peaches and plums are so charming before the wind"

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji

Peaches and plums are so charming before the wind, and willows are more gentle.

Invite you to play music, sing, sing and play.

Don't worry about it.

It’s better to take advantage of the clear weather in spring and enjoy it all night long, and the rain will stop in spring.

Don’t accept the cups and plates.

Only then did he hold his head up.

Translation: Peach blossoms and plum blossoms sway charmingly in the spring breeze. The spring breeze supports the willows, and the wicker stretches with the wind, which is more beautiful than the peach blossoms and plum blossoms. In the spring, I play the sheng and sing songs to socialize casually, regardless of the disturbances in the world. It is a metaphor for the leisurely scene of spring.

Three: "A Walk in the Suburbs"

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Cheng Hao

Fangyuan is full of green fields, and spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.

Happiness rushes through the willow alley, and I sit on the moss rock near the flowing water.

Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Translation: I played happily in the fields full of fragrant grass and flowers, and saw that the spring scenery had reached the distant mountains, and the surroundings were green. Take advantage of your enthusiasm and chase the red petals flying in the wind through the alleys with swaying willow silk. When you feel sleepy, sit on the moss-covered stones by the stream and rest in front of the flowing water. Don't refuse this glass of wine and live up to your very sincere invitation to drink. I'm just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers and scatter them one by one. Moreover, today is the Qingming Festival, and the weather is sunny and good, which is perfect for fun, but it is not fun to forget to return.

2. Poems about tourism

"The Pure Sky·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and ancient roads with thin west wind horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"Returning the Shibi Jingshe to the Lake" by Xie Lingyun

The weather changes at dusk, and the mountains and rivers are filled with clear light.

Qinghui can entertain people, but wanderers forget to return home.

The day of leaving the valley is still early, and the sun entering the boat is already low.

The forest valleys are dim and the clouds are closing in the sunset.

The wildflowers and lotuses reflect the sky one after another, and the grass and weeds depend on each other.

Walking towards the south path, I enjoy the east gate.

Consideration of indifferent things makes oneself light, and it is not against the law to be comfortable.

I would like to send this message to health-preserving people, try this recommendation.

"Remembering Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good,

I am familiar with the scenery.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.

When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can’t forget Jiangnan.

"Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" by Bai Juyi

Recalling the South of the Yangtze River,

The most memorable thing is Hangzhou:

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, on the pillow in the county pavilion Look at the tide,

When will we visit again?

>Wang Wei

The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but the country is too far away.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

When Xiao Guan met Hou Qi, they all protected Yan Ran.

>Wang Ji

How common is the boat, the water is empty and long.

The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.

The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.

This place makes me want to return to this place, and I have been traveling sadly for many years

3. What are the poems describing "travel"?

1. "Good Things Come Near·Dream" by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty "Chinese Works": The rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers stir up the spring scenery of the mountain.

Walking deep into the creek, there were hundreds of orioles. Feiyun turned into a dragon and snake in front of his face, and turned into an empty sky.

Drunk and lying under the shade of ancient vines, I don’t know north or south.

Definition: A spring rain adds many flowers to the mountain road. The flowers sway in the wind, bringing a spring color to the mountains.

I walked to the depths of the creek, and countless orioles were flying and croaking. The flying clouds in the sky are changing before your eyes, like galloping dragons and snakes, flexing and stretching in the blue sky, very freely.

At this time, I was drunk and lying under the shade of the ancient vines, hazy and confused, completely unaware of north, south, east and west. 2. "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Interpretation: From the north of Gushan Temple to the west of Jia Ting, the spring water on the lake is just level with the embankment, and the white clouds are hanging low, connecting with the lake.

Several early orioles rush to fly to the sunny trees, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud. The numerous flowers gradually bloomed, dazzling people's eyes, and the shallow green grass was just enough to cover the horses' hooves.

My favorite scenery in the east of the lake is that I never get tired of it. Rows of willows pass through a white sand embankment. 3. "Xingxiangzi: Trees Around the Village" by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty: Trees surround the village and the pond is full of water.

Leaning on the east wind, wandering happily. The small garden is full of spring sunshine.

There are peach blossoms red, plum blossoms white, and cauliflower yellow. Far away from the wall, there is a thatched cottage.

Next to the Yangqing Banner and Liushuiqiao. Occasionally, I took advantage of the opportunity and walked through Donggang.

The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy. Definition: Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, and the east wind blows in. I walk with excitement.

The garden is small, but full of spring. The peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are white, and the cauliflower is golden.

In the distance, there are a few thatched houses in the wall. The green flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood beside the stream.

By chance, I walked through the hills to the east while riding a boat. The orioles are singing, the swallows are flying, and the butterflies are in a hurry, it is a wonderful spring scene.

4. Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty wrote "Partridge Sky·Ten Miles of Towers with Green Microbes": Ten Miles of Towers with Green Micrones. The cuckoo sings deep among the flowers.

Talking diligently to passers-by is not like a wandering oriole taking a second flight. Wake up from a startling dream, when it clears up.

The sound is just a way to go home. How can it be that there is no intention to return to the end of the world, and the return date cannot be expected.

Interpretation: In spring, the poet was sitting on the ten-mile terrace nestled against the green hills, and heard the cuckoo's call coming from the depths of the blooming flowers. The sound of the cuckoo sounds like talking to people walking on the road, which is different from the wandering orioles that fly and stop at will.

On a clear spring day, the cuckoo keeps showing off its "attentive" cry of "it's better to go back", and the "pedestrian" seems to wake up from a dream. Doesn't this "pedestrian" not want to go home? It's just that the day to go home can't be set yet.

5. "Treading on the Shasha: Red and Thin Paths" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The footpaths are red and thin, and the suburbs are full of green. The trees on the high platform are somber in color.

The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by. The orioles are hidden in the green leaves, and the swallows are separated by the red curtains.

The incense in the stove slowly turns on the gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream, the setting sun shone deep in the courtyard.

Definition: The red flowers on the side of the road are becoming increasingly scarce, but the countryside is covered with luxuriant grass, and tall buildings and pavilions are looming in the shade. The spring breeze doesn't know how to control the poplars and catkins, letting them flutter around people's faces.

There are orioles hidden in the emerald green leaves, the red curtains keep the swallows out, and the quiet incense curls up like a gossamer. When I woke up from a sad dream after being drunk, the setting sun was slanting on the deep courtyard.

4. Please give me some beautiful sentences about travel.

1. You once said that your greatest wish is to travel. Hold each other’s hands and feel the most beautiful scenery. You You once said that the happiest time is to travel. Take up the simple things and bask in the wind of freedom. You once said that when we are old, we will drive into a car, hold our stories, and drive until we dream. The end. You once said, you once said, you once said. Walking on the journey of love, our steps are so easy. 2. If possible, I will take you on a long journey. Lying on the grassland of Dedema, counting the brightest star. If possible, I will take you on a long journey. Sit on grandma's beach and watch the whitest sail shadow. If possible, I will take you on a long journey. Climb that mountain and listen to the most holy scripture. Travel through In the vast sea of ????people, we are looking for the tranquility that belongs to us. 3. I want to travel with you one day. To places I have never been before, without luggage, without backpacks, without computers, let alone mobile phones, just stop at each place. Place. The most beautiful thing in my heart is to be with you on the road all the time, catching the last shooting stars, sitting on the top of the highest mountain, listening to music, talking about movies, eating, whatever - it can be. Crossing the mountain stream at sunrise , I am not old yet, you are still...