Poems about vagrants

Poems about vagrants 1. Poems or famous sayings about vagrants

1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. (Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village)

2. Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. (Su Shi's topic Xilin wall)

But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. (Wang Zhihuan's "In the Heron Villa")

4. Qian Fan by the shipwreck, and Wan Muchun tree in front. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")

5, ask how clear the canal is, because there is the source of living water. (Zhu's reading thought)

6, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. (Su Shi's "Water Tune Heading-When is the Bright Moon")

7. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

8, three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

9, not afraid of floating clouds covering your eyes, only at the highest level. (Wang Anshi, "Waiting for the Flying Peak")

10, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

1 1, the east wind is easy to know, and the fun is always spring. (Zhu's Spring Day)

12, Lao Wang Xie Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)

Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's "Parting from Ancient Grass")

2. Poems or famous sayings about vagrants

1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village.

(Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village) 2. Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different. (Su Shi's title Xilin wall) 3. But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.

(Wang Zhihuan's In the Lodge of Herons) 4. By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, and Wan Muchun was in front of the tree. (Liu Yuxi, The First Meeting of Rewarding Lotte Yangzhou) 5. Ask where the canal is so clear that there is a source of living water.

(Zhu "The Feeling of Reading") 6. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. (Su Shi's Mink Head-When Is the Bright Moon) 7. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..

(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 8. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water heating duck prophet. (Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 9. I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, but I am afraid of the highest realm.

(Wang Anshi's Waiting for the Flying Peak) 10, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. (Wang Wan's Next Berth on the North Fort Mountain) 1 1. Relax and you will know that the east wind will always be spring.

(Zhu's "Spring Day") 12, Lao Wang Xie Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people. (Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane) 13, wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze.

(Bai Juyi's Parting with Ancient Grass).

3. sentences describing tramps

Sentences about vagrancy

1, I wander in the boundless world, looking for my own weight, lost in the distance, laughing loudly, are those casual fears vacant or hesitant? Give my dream a pair of wings and let me accompany it to the end of time. I'm not afraid of painful exile. I am afraid that I will lose my way under the oppression of reality. I'm not afraid of a bleak fate. I am afraid that my own efforts are not enough to support the weight of life, and I will be crazy for half my life, just to change the stubbornness of my dreams.

2, love is not heavy, there is no world of mortals, and it falls to the world; Love is not strong, it doesn't make you sad, and you can't forget the past. Love is a kind of fate. Love should be serious. As an infatuated person, don't do sad things, and don't brand the soul that is more important than love, truth and love with pain.

I thought a wandering soul could make you forget me. However, Tianya stretched the shadow, but it didn't get out of your eyes. When I turned around, I found that my boat had been moored in your heart.

At night, it is quiet and deep. 1At the end of October, I was still wandering in sad words. At the end of October, the air was filled with sadness. If a person spends too long, he likes to enjoy loneliness and read the loneliness at night. On such a silent rainy night, listening to this stirring music quietly, over and over again, seems to be poisoned and hopeless.

5. Time flies, the years drift, and the sleeping past occasionally looks up in the dream, looking back at those past events that are joys and sorrows and refuse to rest.

6. You want to see it, but I want to linger, move and be quiet, tangled and lingering; I want to go far away, but I love to sail, and I stay and go, and I lost yesterday.

7. I have a wandering heart and always dream of being wild one day. In the dead of night, every time I think about it, I often feel moved to cry, but tragically, I still have to get up early to go to work the next day.

8. I fell in love with vagrancy, or I have forgotten my retreat and fell in love with someone. Like my loneliness, I didn't hesitate. The feelings we experienced were captured by the wind. In the end, I have nothing. We can't accept pity because of reluctance or nostalgia. So, I always loosen my fist and let go of my hand again and again. My ship hasn't landed yet.

4. Poems describing vagrancy

Article 1: Wandering

Author: morning in the ocean

Stand in the crowd

Listen to false compliments

Surrounded by laughter

Take the goblet

White liquid

Through the stomach and intestines

Threw over the river-mighty

dream

With a faint/slight smile

Singing boiling

Soul wandering alone

Chapter Two: Wandering in Poetry

Author: Liu Xi

Tea can cool half the air.

Lie down standing.

The indifference of shoes

A cat stealing food

Bring a noisy search from the silence of the eaves

The mood shifted to a few harsh words.

The walls turned gray and yellow from thinking.

Candlelight lit up the past.

When a traveler's skin is empty

This is a door.

Leakage of rain and air

The smell of glistening

Sink into the dream soil.

Like a dream with transparent clouds.

Wandering from one person to another

The breastplate is covered with pale green moss.

Block this name

The wind can't blow away the quiet dust

Attachment is a sign that happens in an instant.

I begged all the way.

It was the same yesterday.

Desolate and beautiful

Put it on your lover's sleeve

The hands of the watch walked lazily.

Once when the stars passed by, I stared at the bedside.

The poet's pen tip

Shadows are no longer stored in the street.

The cat screamed at the top of her lungs at the window.

All the gloom hung over the beam.

Tears, sweat

Are precipitated from the pillow towel.

Chapter 3: Walking in the Wind

Author: poetic dwelling

Past lives, such as broken paper kites.

You run away from my pursuit.

Long-term care stagnates into a disease.

Vomiting blood for poetry in the silent night of heavy snow

Soak a white silk and bloom in the wind.

The cold wave repeatedly grinds away the sadness.

The washed memory is black and white.

The color of missing is still as red as yesterday

Fallen dreams cling to the boat.

Tossing and turning, thousands of times.

The momentum of the spray will disperse the prayers.

The kiss of dripping water atomized the touch of the blue sky.

Baiyun's wings pull up its eyes and fly.

In this life, you are my kite

Chapter Four: Wandering Children

Author: Hengnuo

Twelve ... three, two, one

At least from many

Is the reciprocal of waiting in the wind.

One, two, three.

From less to more

This is the desire in my heart.

Why do others know better?

Street children.

Don't you get it?

I left it for you.

It's a frown Yes

The legend of primrose

This is just a legend.

And the people who took you in.

How soft is your heart?

Just the pain in your eyes.

Aroused a little excitement of the bloodthirsty wolf.

Look at you.

Look at you without Hua Rong's face.

Look at the fangs that sting your eyes.

You have to leave your body.

A little blood

Right, right ...

from beginning to end

This is the magic clock in the dark.

That's the reciprocal of your life.

That's them

Tomorrow is exactly the same.

Chapter 5: No more wandering

Author: Vienna is not sad

Start to regain those leaked starlight.

Follow the beautiful footsteps

Tiptoe song

Outline the happiness of youth

Lush grass and wild flowers.

The stars are scattered all over the floor.

The ferris wheel keeps turning.

Troy's horse is also running.

There is a backpack in the distance.

The bud of travel

Submerged in

An overwhelming white ocean.

Full of the fragrance of roses

Chapter 6: Wandering and Gaining Love

Author: Ai Binfen

Wander, wander ...

Everyone is a lonely wanderer.

Look at the drooping dew.

dried-up river bed

Can you let me go with you?

Wander, wander ...

Picking up fairy tale castles in vagrancy

The sleeping Great Wall.

Looking at thousands of drifting sails

Carrying the dream of traveling far away.

Can you walk hand in hand with me?

No more stray stamps

No more caring thoughts.

Experience the afternoon sunshine together.

Listen to the notes of the rain hitting the banana together.

5. Some classic wandering poems.

Have the simplest life, the most distant dream, even if it is freezing tomorrow, the mountains are high and the water is far away, and the road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi.

I quietly brought this burden to myself. Although I didn't like myself, I quietly opened it. -"Which shoe will I wake up in tomorrow?"

In addition to nothing/farther away, loneliness/happiness in the distance is more painful. -"Far away"

No night can make me sleep, and no dawn can wake me up. -"Tibet"

The distant wind is farther than the distant wind. -"September"

There is nothing in the night, so why comfort me? -"Poetry of the Night"

Behind the wind is the wind, above the sky is the sky, and in front of the road is the road

Cherish dusk village and rain village. Cloudless Wan Li is like my eternal sadness. -"Village"

Let me shake hands with you and gently take out my hand, knowing that my thoughts will take root and sprout from now on, and the mountains and rivers will be solemn and gentle in the daytime. Let me shake your hand and gently pull your hand out. Since then, the Chinese New Year has stopped, and tears have merged into a river in my heart. Staring at the ferry is so helpless. If you can't find flowers to send, put your blessings on your chest, and tomorrow will be the end of the world.

I don't want to be an obstacle, and I don't want tears to touch my dearest face, so in this dark moment, I quietly retired. Please forgive me for trying to hide you in the deepest corner, never say goodbye, to a distance that no one can touch in any year.

Travel tomorrow, there will be gentle and solemn mountains. Thunder came from deep valleys and mountains and covered my eyes. Goodbye, I love to let me walk through this strange valley alone. I am crying through a deeply depressed space.

Forever wanderer

Just say it.

Just say it.

Say you love me or not.

You can choose those

If it's difficult, put them

Arranged over and over again

Just say it.

Letizia, your mood.

I will understand.

Just change it.

Become happy or indifferent

Go ahead and try them all on.

Complex mask

Take some detours

Do it.

Letizia, your mood.

I will understand.

Although the world has changed

Although there are friends and friends.

Unpredictable mind, I only know.

Letizia, you are me.

The first and last love

In the distant starry sky

I am yours. I'm yours.

Forever wanderer

Live a wandering life quietly.

Guard your happiness.

Beyond your gentle mood

But letizia.

Drifting in the corridor of stars

I miss you, but I can't pass it on.

Wanderer's mood

Letizia, do you understand?

Mountain lily

Don't argue with others, open it quietly.

Fragrant mountain lily

Open it quietly in my heart

No one knows it exists.

Its whiteness

Just my wanderer.

On the lonely road

I always remember with a smile.

6. sentences describing tramps

The sentence 1 about vagrancy, I am wandering in the vast world, looking for my own weight, getting lost in the distance and laughing loudly. Are those casual fears vacant or hesitant? Give my dream a pair of wings and let me accompany it to the end of time. I'm not afraid of painful exile. I am afraid that I will lose my way under the oppression of reality. I'm not afraid of a bleak fate. I am afraid that my own efforts are not enough to support the weight of life, and I will be crazy for half my life, just to change the stubbornness of my dreams.

2, love is not heavy, there is no world of mortals, and it falls to the world; Love is not strong, it doesn't make you sad, and you can't forget the past. Love is a kind of fate. Love should be serious.

As an infatuated person, don't do sad things, and don't brand the soul that is more important than love, truth and love with pain. I thought a wandering soul could make you forget me. However, Tianya stretched the shadow, but it didn't get out of your eyes. When I turned around, I found that my boat had been moored in your heart.

At night, it is quiet and deep. 1At the end of October, I was still wandering in sad words.

At the end of October, the air was filled with sadness. If a person spends too long, he likes to enjoy loneliness and read the loneliness at night.

On such a silent rainy night, listening to this stirring music quietly, over and over again, seems to be poisoned and hopeless. 5. Time flies, the years drift, and the sleeping past occasionally looks up in the dream, looking back at those past events that are joys and sorrows and refuse to rest.

6. You want to see it, but I want to linger, move and be quiet, tangled and lingering; I want to go far away, but I love to sail, and I stay and go, and I lost yesterday. 7. I have a wandering heart and always dream of being wild one day.

In the dead of night, every time I think about it, I often feel moved to cry, but tragically, I still have to get up early to go to work the next day. 8. I fell in love with vagrancy, or I have forgotten my retreat and fell in love with someone. Like my loneliness, I didn't hesitate. The feelings we experienced were captured by the wind. In the end, I have nothing.

We can't accept pity because of reluctance or nostalgia. So, I always loosen my fist and let go of my hand again and again. My ship hasn't landed yet.

7. What are the sentences describing "tramp"?

1, the real traveler must be a wanderer, experiencing the joy, temptation and exploration will of the wanderer.

Trees should bow their heads in the face of storms, because the wind leaves homeless people with nothing.

3. A wanderer can make his flowers flourish in the soil beside the road, but it is not easy to make them bloom in the crystal bottle in the reception room.

4. Wind and rain are the companions of vagrants, and heaven and earth are their homes.

Nature seems to be very kind to me. Although I am a wanderer, I think she loves me very much.

6. They are a group of strong vagrants, wandering around the world and strolling in the boundless sky.

7. The peace of a wanderer or the repentance and rehabilitation of a person who made a big mistake should never depend on the same kind.

8. Wanderers don't need happiness. What he needs is to stay awake, remember those times when they stumbled and were in a mess with the greatest strength, and make himself sharp and strong again and again in the pale and regular time.

9. Wanderer in Mystery of the Universe, don't wait for me, help me, be loyal to me, give it back to me, and be the person I long for.

10, tramps wander around aimlessly on foot, doing odd jobs or begging for a living; Wanderer.

1 1. The old man seems to be a tramp because his clothes are in rags.

12, eternal wanderer, silently guarding your tenderness with a wandering life.

13, wandering, wandering, especially with a bedroll.

14. For several days in a row, Ke Xiang just wandered around alone, like a tramp, but didn't go to find those gangsters. What happened in the hotel that day made him see through them.

15, He, a vagrant in the city, a lonely poet, a lonely singer, she, lonely and helpless, is a world.

8. What are some poems about vagrancy?

1. Narcissus Night Rain by Xu Zaisi in Yuan Dynasty

Accompanied by leaves and autumn sounds, a little banana and a little sadness, after the third night of dreams.

Snuff failed to collect chess, sighing Xinfeng stayed for a long time. (A work against staying too long: Lonely Pavilion for People to Stay)

After ten years on the pillow, two old worries in Jiangnan came to mind.

2. The homesickness of Li Gou in Song Dynasty.

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.

3. Zhang Jiuling's Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far/Looking Back at the Bright Moon in the Tang Dynasty.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

4. Tang Gao Shi's "Don't move big" two songs.

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Thousands of miles are dark, dark and faint, and the north wind blows snowflakes and heavy snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know the king of the world?

5. Du Fu recovered the banks of the Yellow River in Tang Dynasty.

The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.

Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.

Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .