Poems about travel

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Xie Lingyun's "Shi Bi Jing She Return to the Lake"

The weather changes in the evening and early morning, and the scenery between scenes is like clear light.

The lightness of the mountains and rivers makes people feel relaxed and happy, making people wander in the mountains and rivers and linger.

It's still early from the valley, and it's too late when the boat gets on board.

The Woods and valleys gather in the evening scenery, and the sunset clouds float in the night sky.

Water chestnuts and lotus flowers echo in the blue river, and reed mats grow with wheat.

Walking on the road in the south with dust, enjoying the doors and windows in the east happily.

If you have fewer things to worry about, you will naturally feel that you have no worries, and you will feel very happy if you are in a carefree mood.

These words are for people who want to keep fit. I hope they can keep fit in this way.

In memory of Bai Juyi in Jiangnan

Jiangnan is good,

The scenery used to be familiar.

At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.

This river is as green as blue in spring.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

In memory of Bai Juyi in Jiangnan

Jiang Nanyi,

The most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou:

Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion,

When will you revisit?

& lt& lt successfully reached the summit >> Wang Wei

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

Xiao Guan rides it every time, and it is protected in Yanran.

& lt& lt Enter Ruoyexi >> Wang Ji

What's average? Empty water.

The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water.

The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.

This place is full of thoughts, and it has been sad and tired for many years.