Poems describing railway stations

The poem about the railway station is 1. What are the poems describing "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 scene of moonlight and grass, and keep time eternal for lovers ... The train turns 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.

2. Poems about trains

The Train of Life (Poetry)

Not long ago, I read a book.

This book compares life to a trip.

Life is like a trip.

Getting on and off the bus has to go through countless times.

Accidents often happen.

Sometimes this is an unexpected surprise.

Sometimes it's unforgettable sadness ...

be born

We boarded the train of life.

we think

The two people we first met-our parents.

Will always accompany us through the journey of life.

Unfortunately, this is not the case.

They will get off at a station.

Leave us.

Lonely and helpless

Their love

Their love

Their irreplaceable company

There is no way to find it ...

Still, there are others in the car.

Some of them are of special significance to us ...

Among them are our brothers and sisters.

There are our relatives and friends.

We will experience an immortal love story.

Among the people on the same bus

Some are easy to travel.

Some people are very sad. ...

Others are on the train.

Busy getting up.

Be ready to help people in need. ...

After many people got off the bus, other passengers remembered them for a long time. ...

However, there are also some people.

No one noticed when they left their seats.

sometimes

A travel companion who is very important to you.

But sitting in another car.

You must stay away from him.

Continue your journey.

Of course, you can also stagger on the trip.

I searched my car and found him in another car. ...

It's a pity that you will never sit next to him again.

Because this position has been occupied by others. ...

it doesn't matter

The journey is full of challenges, dreams, hopes and parting. ...

Just can't turn back.

Therefore, try to make your trip as pleasant as possible.

Be kind to all the passengers you meet on the trip.

Find out the bright spots in people

Always remember: during a certain journey,

Some people will hesitate.

Because we will hesitate ourselves.

We should understand others.

Because we need others' understanding.

The secret of life lies in:

Where do we get off?

Where does the partner sitting next to him get off?

Our friend

Where do I get off?

We don't know. ...

I often think like this:

I should get off.

Will I miss it?

I think I will.

It pains me to be separated from my friends.

Let my children walk alone.

I will feel sad.

I always hoped.

At the destination we all need to reach.

We'll get together again.

When my child got on the bus, there was no luggage.

If I can put it in their bag,

Leave a good memory

I will feel happy.

My traveling companion after getting off the bus.

Remember me?

Miss me

I will feel happy.

give you

My fellow traveler on the train.

Have a nice trip.

3. Poetry describing the platform

At the separation station

You held me tight in your arms.

Tell me again and again

Happy every day.

You want me to take good care of myself for you

I snuggled up in your officer's uniform.

I will take good care of myself for you.

When the station service desk announced that passengers were ready to get on the bus.

I left your arms in tears.

When I'm away from the heavy footsteps

My tears can't stop flowing.

I will look back at you with tears in my eyes

You stood there and watched me leave.

In fact, I already feel that you are crying.

You're just flinching.

I don't want others to see you crying in an officer's uniform.

I'll look back at you when I'm on the coach.

You are still looking at me.

In the car, I cried and ran off with my luggage.

Hold you tight, I hate to leave you.

At the separation station

I made a fool of you in uniform.

I know that soldiers are uncompromising good people.

But I got into the car playfully and ran back to you crying.

Just because I love you so much. ...

4. What are the sentences describing the station?

1, the train station after the Lantern Festival is crowded. In this country with a population of/kloc-0.3 billion, the most spectacular migration every year is the annual Spring Festival travel rush. As a wandering person all the year round, I often walk in the railway station, and I am used to all kinds of parting scenes. Perhaps I am numb to parting and parting, but the recent separation has made my mind restless for a long time.

At the train station where my family came that day, the crowded people gradually dispersed. As people move forward, we also begin to enter a fantastic journey. The train station is far away during the operation, and the reverberation echoes in every corner of the memory.

Just in the middle of the night, the cold wind was biting outside the railway station, but many taxi drivers were soliciting customers. Getting into a taxi at this time is like a piece of fat on the chessboard waiting for the chef to come. I looked at my watch. Nearly five hours before dawn, I went to the waiting room of the railway station, ready to go home by car at dawn.

The train station square is full of passengers. Because of the weather disaster, they can't go back to their long-awaited hometown. These unfortunate passengers are hungry and cold, sleeping in the railway station square and homesick for a long time. During the day, they look at the clouds floating in the sky all day and think about May, just like a wanderer, who will never come back.

You may have been to Nanjing South Railway Station, which is the biggest railway station in Asia at present. There are dozens of tracks lined up in front of the platform. The bullet trains and high-speed trains on the tracks are busy transporting passengers out of the city. But you may not know that there is a once prosperous railway station in Pukou, Nanjing, and this is pukou railway station.

6. The station building stands tall and the facade is divided into three parts: the middle part and the two wings. At the top of the middle is a novel large flat shell roof, and two bell towers with profound national style stand symmetrically on both sides of the roof. The roof of the bell tower is covered with golden glazed tiles, which shows the novel architectural art of ingenious combination of new structure and national traditional style.

The train stopped suddenly, gasped, and then boiled with the sound of selling snacks. Black tea eggs, bright red braised pig's trotters, brown foreign bread and white-hot steamed buns are constantly appearing outside the window, emitting an appetizing fragrance.

8. When I got off the train, I saw a group of motorcycle boys wearing helmets and disheveled clothes rushing in at the station. They followed the passengers closely, all enthusiastic, with simple plastic helmets hanging on their arms, and kept asking questions: "Miss, where are you going? By car? " Although it is broad daylight at this time, I still feel that riding a motorcycle is not safe and I am afraid of being entangled by them. I dare not look at them. I just walked with my head down for a while, and only a few people followed me. Suddenly, a middle-aged man asked me again, "Miss, where are you going?"

9. In the simple waiting room, or people standing or sitting in a lot of waiting cars, I carefully observed that there are reluctant couples, although young, but that love makes people feel so beautiful. There are men who are eager to go home, and there are also people who are tired. I stood quietly, a little happy and a little lonely. When 62616964757A 68696416FE78988E69833133363396334 is also a train, sitting on it, my face is getting older day by day, my heart is no longer pure as water, the scenery has changed and people have changed. That winter night, I was sitting on the train, and the snow was flying outside the window. Those past events went on the road with the train. The people and things that once covered the track from my mind.

10, my young body was crowded in the crowd, making it difficult for me to breathe. I stopped crying, because it was useless, so I tried my best to squeeze forward and follow the crowd to the train door. However, there are too many people and my strength is too small. There is no gap at all, and it is difficult to move. Squeezing around, to my surprise, I put out my foot and almost stepped on the train door, but my foot was squeezed out by the people who came behind. I heard the train whistle and was about to leave. When I saw that the momentum was wrong, I used my quick wits and quickly hugged a person's leg. Under his growling and squeezing, I finally got on the bus.

1 1. At first, railway stations and bus stations were crowded everywhere. Although Spring Festival travel rush is the most crowded every year, in the coldest weather, people even queue up in the middle of the night to buy train tickets. After buying the tickets, they had to squeeze the train and catch the bus in the crowd. What's more, they can't get tickets. They can only break a foot in a narrow train carriage, from the starting station to the terminal, and dare not sleep. They must also transport crowded carriages at any time.

12. The train carrying ore rumbled through the cave and bypassed the mountains. The front of the car braved the smoke and took the lead in running forward. The poplars on both sides of the railway swept back one by one, and the distant hills were covered with faint white fog. Gradually, the train picked up speed and sped forward like lightning.

13, two crystal tears fell from my eyes, and I couldn't tell which one was blown away by the cold wind; Which drop was urged by Yun Yun, it is estimated that both drops were urged by her! Through tears, I seem to see her figure. "No, it's an illusion," I thought. Dry your tears twice and turn away from the platform. ...

14, that year, I was fifteen years old, sitting alone on the train, confused. I don't know where to go and how to get there. I miss my mother and friends, but I don't think I can go back. I met my big brother when I was most helpless. Maybe there is too obvious sadness and helplessness in my eyes. The train went all the way, and I was enlightened all the way.

15. Walk into the lobby of the railway station. There are six reddish marble pillars in the lobby, which are as high as three or four floors. It takes four people to hug each other. Walking into the waiting room, the waiting room was crowded with people, some standing and some sitting.

5. Ask for a poem about trains

"Apple on the Train" I don't know who mentioned the word apple. The train has been running in the direction of Zhangjiajie. There are two students sitting in front of me in a school in Changsha. They look like a couple. Male student 19 years old on an island in Zhejiang. If an apple is placed in front of us, gay men say he will bring it to us. This is a pragmatic approach. The schoolgirl said that when she closed her eyes, the apple disappeared. I said it depends on where the apple is. Train. The pony by the pony river rides Mulan to work at the railway intersection. The train hasn't come yet. The railings there are blocked. Some people passed. Ponies count from 1 200 hours later, the train left with a bang. Lianhua Road Station used to be the Outer Ring Road Station. There are not many people in the carriage between these two stations now. The pony just stood there and the seats were full. She's home from work now. If she goes to work, Pony will leave 50 motorcycles in a school and get on the bus from the outer ring road station. Lianhua road station. Trainspotting, a man came to Changsha that day. I don't care whether others come or not. I didn't sleep well on the train at seven o'clock one night. I get up at five o'clock. There are eight tracks and four parked trains on the platform. A stopped truck, three empty trains, which track will she stop on? I ordered one, lost it, and ordered another train. The third bald head hasn't come yet. In Changsha, baldness means baldness. Zhang Xixi said I was bald. The next morning, it rained. I rushed to the exit of Changsha Railway Station. Where are a group of people standing? They are all strangers. Zhang Xixi is also a stranger. 1 time from Beijing to Changsha, a bald man arrived at 8: 38. I came out in my sixties. I didn't call another bald man out. I was much younger. The third bald man came out with a red and white woven bag and black-rimmed glasses. I think this is sparse. If it is not sparse, then I won't wait for him. The third bald man stood there. I shouted: Zhang Xi, Zhang Xi said: My sister's mobile phone has not been turned on. I went home to see her. She didn't call back the extension. She should know. She just won't go back. There are also some people looking for her to play mahjong. What is my sister doing in that place called Baixi? I sat on the bus back to Changsha and called my sister once. "Your phone has been turned off." I can't imagine my sister's life. The old oil-paper umbrella quietly snowed heavily. Two people walked to the xiangjiang river. Your imaginary scene has been repeated in my mind countless times. Then in spring, two people were walking in the rape field and a butterfly came out. It was the highlight of that afternoon, and the woman with blurred face gradually realized that the train wheels whizzing past in the heavy rain were slowly changing your pace from slow to fast. The train rumbled from one station to another, and some white on the dark grass sparkled in the light. The distant train brought childhood and took warm bread from my father. My father is on the train, Shanghai and Beijing. These distant place names blare. The woman in the grass near him sobbed "untitled". Next, the train enters the tunnel. The words on the book in Xiao Zhang's hand suddenly turned black. Xiao Zhang yawned on the next train stop in Lengshuijiang. It's not me standing on your left. You can't see me. Because it was raining so hard, you accidentally came to the window. The tree is still standing like that. A train passed it in the distance. He sat on a speeding train and walked through the tree house outside the window from time to time. A series of broken images in his mind, classical houses, curtains of enchanting women, stretched out a strong hand and opened a screwdriver for beer. The silver penguin from Hulunbeier silently bought five ashtrays filled with cigarette butts. That night, he went to the northeast silently, and there were three people waiting for the train grassland in Beijing. Behind us, it is raining as far as the eye can see. Xiaoxian and Roach were sitting by the Pearl River drinking when the train from Changsha to Zhangjiajie arrived in Xiangxiang. It is raining outside. When the train continued, I suddenly wanted to visit Zeng Guofan's former residence. My nose was blocked for five minutes, my nostrils coughed slightly with intermittent headache, and my eyes were black. All these symptoms confirm that the cold has really arrived on the train and it is raining. How far can you go by train? Before that, you crossed Dongting Lake and went north. He doesn't change direction any more. He walks across the Second Xiangjiang Bridge. You turn around. Get in the car. A man with a full face of cheeks and beard stood outside the window. The train hasn't left yet. The man touched his finger with saliva and wrote the words winding like an earthworm on the window. Li Yawei said it was tears in the eyes of the woman opposite me.