Poems about railway tracks

1. Only one article in this poem is about railroad tracks.

railroad track

When I am lonely, I will go to the high soil slope, because there are rails stretching into the distance. Two rails, which are always parallel, carry people's bodies and wishes every day and tirelessly rush to the distance. My feet alternately walk on a track, swaying, just like a swinging mood. The wind not far away, blowing beautiful songs, I spread my arms and feel the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for myself. Parallel to other people's world like a railroad track, I am tired and sad alone. My tracks are really lonely, with the gentlest wind and dancing hair, but I can only enjoy them by myself. Walking, you will pass a temporary small platform with railway workers' dormitories on both sides, called the platform. In fact, it is just an open space paved with cement on the slope, which is convenient for employees to ride. When I get here, I will sit quietly and put it away. Imagine the scenery in the distance. There are not many trains passing through this railway track. Occasionally there will be whistles and whimpers passing by. I tried to stand up to avoid the gust of wind brought by the train, but in the end I didn't move. Let the wind blow away all the madness and confusion. Occasionally, there will be one or two pedestrians and men and women in love, playing hand in hand on the sleepers, and the sun will overlap their shadows. . I smiled and wondered if they would go on like this. Most of the time, it's still very quiet here. After staying for a while, I got up and walked back in the direction I came from. The sun is a little tired, and it's getting dark. I will go back eventually. Only one article was found in this article.

railroad track

When I am lonely, I will go to the high soil slope, because there are rails stretching into the distance. Two rails, which are always parallel, carry people's bodies and wishes every day and tirelessly rush to the distance. My feet alternately walk on a track, swaying, just like a swinging mood. The wind not far away, blowing beautiful songs, I spread my arms and feel the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for myself. Parallel to other people's world like a railroad track, I am tired and sad alone. My tracks are really lonely, with the gentlest wind and dancing hair, but I can only enjoy them by myself. Walking, you will pass a temporary small platform with railway workers' dormitories on both sides, called the platform. In fact, it is just an open space paved with cement on the slope, which is convenient for employees to ride. When I get here, I will sit quietly and put it away. Imagine the scenery in the distance. There are not many trains passing through this railway track. Occasionally there will be whistles and whimpers passing by. I tried to stand up to avoid the gust of wind brought by the train, but in the end I didn't move. Let the wind blow away all the madness and confusion. Occasionally, there will be one or two pedestrians and men and women in love, playing hand in hand on the sleepers, and the sun will overlap their shadows. . I smiled and wondered if they would continue like this. Most of the time, it's quiet here. After I stayed, I got up and walked back in the direction of communication. The sun is a little tired, and it's getting dark. I will go back after all. At sunset, the tracks are still quiet, silent and without temperature. My heart becomes calm in the cold, and the train of life, as long as it starts, flies along the predetermined track. Even if I have a dream in my heart, I want to go far away every day, but it is fruitless. . Only when I am lonely, come and see the railway track as lonely as me, and let my dream extend with it.

2. The sentence 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. Railway transportation is one of the most important modes of transportation in the contemporary era, with large volume, high speed, low freight rate, little influence from natural factors and good continuity.

7. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is like an iron dragon, crossing the wind volcano, Kunlun Mountain and finally Lhasa!

8. Qinghai-Tibet Railway is a railway that promotes the great development and prosperity of the western region, and embodies the wisdom and sweat of builders.

9. Railways in the new era not only bring convenience to people, but also enjoy the journey!

10. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is a magical heavenly road, winding like a dragon on the roof of the world!

3. When I am lonely, I will go to Gaotupo, because there are rails extending to the distance. Two rails, which are always parallel, carry people's bodies and wishes every day and tirelessly rush to the distance. My feet alternately walk on a track, swinging, just like a swinging mood. The wind is blowing a sweet song not far away, and I spread my arms and feel the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, some people feel sorry for themselves. In the noisy city, they are parallel to other people's world like railroad tracks, and they are tired and sad alone. My tracks are really lonely. I can only enjoy the gentlest wind and dancing hair by myself. Walking, you will pass a temporary small platform, with railway staff dormitory buildings on both sides, which is said to be the platform. In fact, in order to facilitate employees to take the bus, a clearing was leveled with cement on the slope. I will sit quietly, playing with pebbles on the roadside and imagining the distant scenery. There are not many trains passing by on this railway track, and occasionally there are whistles whimpering by. I tried to stand up to avoid the gust of wind brought by the train, but I still didn't move. Let the wind blow away all my madness and confusion. Occasionally there will be one or two pedestrians, men and women in love.

I smiled and wondered if they would continue like this. Most of the time, it's quiet here. After I stayed, I got up and walked back in the direction of communication. The sun is a little tired, and it's getting dark. I will go back after all. At sunset, the tracks are still quiet, silent and without temperature. My heart becomes calm in the cold, and the train of life, as long as it starts, flies along the predetermined track. Even if I have a dream in my heart, I want to go far away every day, but it is fruitless.

Only when I am lonely, come and see the railway track as lonely as me, and let my dream extend with it.

4. A poem about going home by train? But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves. -Cui Hao (Tang)-Yellow Crane Tower

? Tonight, the full moon is full, and I don't know whose home I will fall into —— Wang Jian (Tang)' Seeing Du Langzhong off on the fifteenth night of the full moon'

? Reserving hatred is like spring grass, going further and living —— Li Yu (Tang)-Qing Ping Le

? Petals flow like tears, and lonely birds sing of sadness-Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-the hope of spring.

? Where is the hometown in the northwest? See the month in the southeast —— Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August by Bai Juyi (Tang)

? The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for the body of her wayward son, Meng Jiao (Don).

? Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang-Don-a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

? When you passed my window, did the plum blossom bloom its first cold flower? -Wang Wei (Tang)-Miscellaneous Poems

? Take you home with water, row your boat for three hundred miles-Li Bai (Tang)-bid farewell to friends at Jingmen Ferry.

? When a teenager leaves home, an old friend returns, but the local accent remains unchanged —— He (Tang)' s A Book of Two Towns'.

? Elegy can be crying, but from a distance it can be angelica-anonymous (Han)-elegy.

5. Ask for a poem "Brothers and Sisters" about railways.

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.

6. What are the poems describing "railway" 1? "Railway" Author: He Shu 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.

7. The poem about trains is 1

The train is shaking.

Drive into a dark tunnel

People are shaking.

Drive through a dark tunnel

Reach your dream destination.

2

The train leaves from here.

Sail to different places

People put themselves

From a city

Move to another city

three

Friction between wheels and tracks

Mao Mao's voice keeps ringing.

A man awake.

Deep down in his heart.

There is another sound.

four

Villages, trees and rivers.

Step back.

Familiar things disappear all the way.

Hometown is far away.

And in a more distant foreign land.

five

The train stopped suddenly.

The broadcast sounded: "Comrades of travelers,

The train is adding water. "

People relax.

Drink water and eat in succession.

A short stop on the journey

Bring great surprises to people.

six

The monotonous journey is exhausting.

Finally someone sang a song.

Songs are flowing.

As far away as possible.

Rivers in my hometown

seven

When the city lights flooded into the carriage.

The train stopped.

Some people left.

others

I'm leaving after all.