Du Fu’s poems about travel

1. Bai Juyi's poems about travel

Meng Xia's former residence in Siwei Village, where he stayed with his younger brother. The birds clicked to attract the chicks, and the shoots grew into bamboo.

Things that touch people's feelings, this song reminds me of my hometown. In my hometown, on the Wei River, I have been working as a woodcutter and herder for ten years.

Elms and willows are planted in the hands, and the walls of the house are covered with shade. Rabbits hide, bean seedlings are fat, birds sing and mulberries are ripe.

At this time the year before last, I traveled with you. He is a younger brother and nephew who teaches poetry and calligraphy, and is a farm boy and servant.

Rimu Mai appears on the stage, and silkworms are crouching at the right time. Sit in the south stream of the spring and stay in the east pavilion until the moon comes.

Have a few drinks and play a game of chess. Once dispersed, they remain bound for thousands of miles.

The carp in the well longs to return to the spring, and the caged oriole regrets leaving the valley. Jiujiang is humid and humid, and the sky is scorching hot in April.

The bitter rain has just entered the plum blossoms, and the miasma clouds are slightly poisonous. Mud seedlings and water border rice, gray seeds (top and bottom fields) and field chestnuts.

Even at this age, I still complain about the strange customs. I leisurely climb up the county tower and look out at the green mountains and rivers at sunset.

Returning geese brush the heart of the countryside, and flat lakes cut off people’s eyes. I am wandering in this world, and you are lonely in the old place.

Whenever you drink from the same gourd, your heart will be full of water. Three poems sent from Jiangzhou to Tongzhou, the end of the world and the end of the earth.

There are mountains thousands of feet high and waters thousands of miles wide. There are clouds and mist between them, and birds cannot cross them.

Who knows that the danger of eternity is designed for the two of us. When Tongzhou Jun arrived for the first time, he was as depressed as a knot.

I am going to Jiangzhou, and I have not stopped traveling a long way. Roads are becoming increasingly separated and news is being cut off.

Because the wind wants to send a message, the sound cannot be heard far away from the ground. We will meet again in life, but we will never see each other again in death.

On the day you visited Xiangyang, I stayed in Chang'an. Now that you are in Tongzhou, I will go to Xiangyang.

In Jiuliguo, Xiangyang, there are towers and battlements connected with clouds and trees. Take a look here for a moment, this is your old place to visit.

In the vast Jianjia River, there is Xunyang Road. I miss you even more now that I am away from my dearest relative in Jiangxi.

The day I left the country is far away, and I am happy to meet people like things. How can I express this meaning? I sit on the river and think of you.

It is like the qi of rivers and mountains. When combined, the atmosphere becomes dense. The strong wind blew in the sky, and clouds formed in two places.

When the wind comes back, how can the clouds merge without a reason? Try our best to love each other, and let each other be connected to each other. Sending brother back on a snowy night. The sun is dark and the clouds are yellow, and the northeast wind is strong.

When I returned from the south of the village, Xin said goodbye to his brothers. Li Jin's eyes are still wet with tears, and his horse has not stopped neighing when he returns.

I want to sit in a room, but the sky is overcast and there is no moon. The long fire of the night is extinguished, and the rain condenses at the end of the year.

Loneliness is full of ashes, and snow is falling on the stairs. The snow is painted with cold ashes, and the remaining lights are extinguished.

Death is as gray as my heart, and snow is as white as my hair. Everything is like this, and I feel extremely sad in an instant.

Sitting and forgetting about it, turning worries into Zen joy. The method of cleansing the mind of a lifetime is designed just for tonight.

I mourn the past with Yuan Jiu and feel the old mosquitoes. The beauty leaves you alone, and you will find nowhere to find her.

With all the old things scattered, can this situation be tolerated? Only in Valere, dust invades day and night. The fragrance and color are not as deep as before.

The penetrating lamp is full of light, and the moon is dim. There is a solitary sleeper among us, and the cold autumn brings a night quilt.

The old house has a peony courtyard, and the new grave contains pine trees and cypress trees. In the dream, I cried in Xianyang, and when I woke up, my heart was in Jiangling.

With this hatred every year, I chanted in the middle of the night. No matter how you feel about it, anyone who hears it will want to touch it.

The charcoal seller The charcoal seller cuts firewood and burns charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was dusty and smoky, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.

Where do you get money from selling charcoal? The clothes on your body and the food in your mouth. Poor clothes, only the clothes are thin, and I am worried and wishing for the cold weather.

There is a foot of snow outside the city at night, and at dawn the charcoal cart rolls over the ice tracks. The cows are trapped and the people are hungry. The sun is high and they rest in the mud outside the south gate of the city.

Who are the two Pian Pian cavalry coming? The messenger in yellow is in white. He holds the document in his hand and pronounces the edict, returns to the carriage and scolds the oxen to lead them north.

A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and it is a pity that the officials and envoys will not be able to get it. Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied straight to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.

The white-haired man in Shangyang has been in Tianbao for five years, and Yang Guifei is the only one who favors him. It is a good thing that no one in the harem will be able to enter again. Those with beauty in the Sixth Palace often find other places, and one of them is the Shang Yang.

Zhenyuanzhong still exists. People from Shangyang have a beautiful face and old and gray hair.

The green-clad emissary guards the palace gate, and how much spring comes when the sun is closed. At the end of Xuanzong's reign, he was first elected, and now he is sixteen and sixty.

More than a hundred people were selected at the same time, and they were severely disabled in their scattered years. Recalling the past, I was sad to say goodbye to my relatives. I helped him into the car without crying.

Everyone says that they will receive grace upon entering, with a face like a hibiscus and a breast like jade. Before the king could meet him, Concubine Yang was looking at her from afar.

Jealousy made Qian match the Yang Palace, so he spent his whole life in an empty house. The autumn nights are long, the nights are long and sleepless, and the sky is unclear.

Geng Geng’s broken lamp is reflected on the wall, and the sound of rain hitting the window is heard. Spring is late, and it is difficult to sit alone in the sky.

The orioles in the palace are wary and tired of hearing the news. Liang and Yan live in two places, no need to be jealous. The orioles return and the swallows go away quietly, spring and autumn come and go without keeping track of the year.

Only looking towards the deep palace at the bright moon, the circle from east to west turns four to five hundred times. Today, the oldest person in the palace is given the title of Minister.

He has a small head, narrow shoes, and narrow clothes, and his eyebrows are slender and dotted with indigo. Outsiders don't smile when they see him, but Tianbao's last years are just like the world.

People with Shang Yang suffer the most. Being young is also painful, and being old is also painful.

How about being young and suffering, old and suffering? Don't you see that in Lu Xiang's "Ode to Beauty" in the past, "At the end of Tianbao, there was a person with dense colors, who was called the Flower and Bird Envoy at that time." Lu Xiangxian's "Beauty is given as a satire."

] I don’t see Shang Yang Bai Fa Ge again today! Buying Flowers Spring is coming to an end in the Imperial City, and there is noisy traffic and horses. When I talked about peonies, I went to buy flowers with them.

There is no permanent price for high or low, and the reward depends on the number of flowers: a hundred red flowers are burning, and five bunches of vegetables are scattered. There is a curtain on the top for shelter, and a fence on the side for protection.

Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will remain the same. Every family has a custom, and everyone is confused and unaware of it.

There is a farm owner who occasionally comes to buy flowers. He lowered his head and let out a long sigh, which no one could describe: A clump of dark-colored flowers, a gift from one of the ten households! The road is filled with light and fat spirits and arrogance, and the saddle and horse shine on the dust.

If I ask what he is doing, he is called an internal minister. Zhu Fu is a doctor, and Zi Shou is a general.

He boasted about going to the military banquet and rode away like clouds. The bottles (top three fields and bottom fou) are overflowing with nine treasures, and there are eight treasures in water and land.

Break the Dongting tangerine fruit and cut the Tianchi scales into pieces. Feeling satisfied after eating and feeling refreshed by drinking wine.

There is a drought in the south of the Yangtze River, and people in Quzhou are cannibals! The Song of Everlasting Regret: The Emperor of Han Dynasty was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country, but he couldn't get it from Yu Yu for many years. There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She is raised in a boudoir and no one knows her.

It’s hard to give up on natural beauty, and once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king. Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color.

In the cold spring, bathe in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water will wash away the fat. The waiter helped her weakly, and it was the beginning of her new grace.

The flowers on the temples are swaying with golden steps, and the hibiscus tent warms the spring night. The spring night is short and the sun is high, and from now on the king will not go to court early.

There is no leisure for Cheng Huan to serve banquets, and he spends all his time traveling from spring to night. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people love her.

Venus is dressed up as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring. Sisters and brothers are all nobles, and it is a pity that Guangcai was born in a family.

This makes the hearts of parents all over the world not to be reborn as boys but as girls. The blue clouds are rising from the heights of Li Palace, and the wind of fairy music can be heard everywhere.

Slow singing, slow dancing, and silk and bamboo condensation, the king is not satisfied with it. Yuyang's flying dragon stirs the earth, shocking the colorful clothes and feathers.

Smoke and dust arose from the Jiuchong City Tower, and thousands of horses rode southwest. The green flowers swayed and stopped, more than a hundred miles west of the capital.

The Sixth Army had no choice but to turn around and die in front of the horse. There is no one to collect the flowers and leaves on the ground, and the green buds and jade are scratching their heads.

The king hid his face and could not be saved. Looking back, blood and tears flowed. The yellow leaves are scattered in the wind, and the clouds linger in the sword pavilion.

There are few people walking at the foot of Mount Emei, and the flags are dull and the sun is thin. The water of the Shu River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the Holy Lord loves each other day and night.

Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and it rains at night.

2. 10 poems about travel, the more classic the better

Cape Town

Where is your hometown? Looking up from the Cape of Good Hope, all I can see is a vast expanse of water. Such scenery to share with God.

Singing the same song, dancing across two oceans, staying at God’s table. Gold and diamonds, treasure them with love.

Jeju Island

The storm awakens the dream again. Fengyun advised me not to wait any longer and enjoy the ten scenic spots in Yingzhou.

Three nothings, three mores, and three beauties, how poetic and picturesque are they? Twenty-six treasure islands, twenty-six pieces of pure land.

Brunei

The most beautiful scenery on the sea and the largest palace in the world. The golden gleaming halal roof and the white tower spiers are all hollowed out.

The sea is blue, the river is clear, and the blue is clear in the fishing village. How many fishing villages are floating on the water, forming a star in the ocean.

Havana

In the old city, old feuds are cleared, and in the new city, a new chapter is written. Different people in different countries love different weather.

Black sugar and cigar smoke bring a new space. In the new space, people can enjoy themselves, be romantic and have fun.

Miami

The winds have left their mark, and the sins have left their mark. Only the picturesque scenery is suitable for avoiding the cold and heat.

Coconut groves, swamps, still blue sky and blue water. God’s waiting room of yesteryear, today’s holy metropolis.

World Geography

White clouds, green trees, and flowers blooming in the heart. In the eyes of people at that time, there were seven continents, but in my dream, there were seven small buildings.

Connected in one vein, connected in one scene, God is always taking care of us. In the eyes of the world, there are four oceans, but in my dream, there are four pieces of jade.

Queen Charlotte Islands

How many treasures are there? How many rare treasures? How great is God’s grace? There are only exquisite carvings of love, and no history and troubles.

Love becomes bigger, the world becomes smaller, and saxifrage grows under the lilies. Spruce, ace, hemlock, hairy woodpecker.

Warm ocean currents

Warm ocean currents warm the world. How many blessings and greetings? They are all in tune with the water.

Once it shines, it is as fast as lightning. Let’s see where the great favor lies? Fish and birds flock in the forest.

Svalbard

Snow-cheeked whitebird, grouse and little cottontail. Blue and white arctic fox, 100-day sun, polar bear reindeer.

Caress the arctic willow and touch the dwarf birch. Under the edelweiss, there are sockeye salmon, seals and walruses, and jade whales spraying jade pillars.

Metz

The lantern of God first shines, and the blue line of the Vosges is ethereal. There are small stone bridges on two rivers and three islands, and there is a huge flow of people on the bridge.

Relax in the large bathroom and enjoy yourself in the large theater. The turban lily is in full bloom, and the chamois refuses to be left alone.

Ljubljana

The sky is clear and the flowers are beginning to bud, and the flying stars are flying thousands of miles into their dreams. The holy fragrance of desire is too sharp, the golden osmanthus is beautiful with thousands of dots.

The goddess held up the laurel branch, and Preseren fell into deep thought. It’s a festive day at the castle on the mountain, and the pterosaurs on the bridge make their poses.

Champs Elysées

Dumas and Dumas, old and new Arc de Triomphe. Balzac's sycamore trees and boulevards can be traced.

A bottle of Chanel and a little black dress attract fashionistas from all over the world, and the fashion streets are full of fashionable women.

Banff

The hot springs are filled with love and the lakes are filled with emotions. The waterfalls sing songs of song, and the streams chant hymns.

Thousands of gardens, hundreds of birds roosting, cloudy, foggy and beautiful. When a breeze blows, the fairy's posture changes into the holy robe. 3. Du Fu has traveled to many places and written many poems, among which is the quatrain "Chi Ri Jiang Shan Li"

"Chi Ri Jiang Shan Li" " was written in a thatched cottage in Chengdu.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Chiri, the beautiful spring breeze of the rivers and mountains, the fragrant mud of flowers and grass, melting flying swallows, the sand warms the sleeping mandarin ducks. In 759 AD, Du Fu was deeply aware of the political darkness at that time, resolutely resigned from office, and went all the way west, passing through Qinzhou and Tonggu He and other places came to Chengdu, Sichuan, and lived by the Huanhua River.

He also built a thatched cottage there and lived in Chengdu for nearly four years. During this period, he became very close to Yan Wu. Yan Wu recommended him as the staff officer of Shuzhong, the Jiedushi envoy of Jiannan, and was awarded a Feiyu bag as a member of the inspection and work department.

In 762 AD, during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, Yin Yanwu from Chengdu entered the dynasty. At that time, due to the "Anshi Rebellion", Du Fu fled to Zizhou for a time. The next year, the rebellion was put down and Yan Wu returned to Chengdu.

Du Fu also returned to Chengdu thatched cottage. At that time, he was in a good mood. Faced with the vitality of this school, he couldn't help but write this short poem on the spot. 4. Poems about Bai Juyi's travels

Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple

When the beauty of April in the world is over, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.

Shangxianglu Peak

Leaning on the stone to climb up to Luo Xie's sick body, wearing a green Qiong bamboo stick and a white gauze scarf.

When he drew the Lushan barrier, he was the master of Xianglu Peak.

The goose gives the crane

---Bai Juyi

You are sent to the blue clouds by the wind, and I am driven to the ducks.

Snow neck, frosty hair and red web palm, please see where I am inferior to you?

Don’t say farewell with wicker words

Nanmo is sad to say goodbye, the east wind is full of spring.

Don’t bully the weak willows. Drinking wine is better than people.

Recalling Willows from the River

---Bai Juyi

I once planted willows on the south bank of the Yangtze River, saying goodbye to the south of the Yangtze River twice in spring.

Recalling the Qingqing River bank, I don’t know who is Panzhe.

Getting up late in the boat

---Bai Juyi

The sun is high and the window is covered with water, and the pillow is cool in August.

Mooring or Yigu hotel, often accompanied by fishing boats when staying.

It is useless to retreat from the rivers and seas, but to worry about the country and the court will have its own virtuous people.

Let’s go up to Qiantang Lake and sing in the cold and get drunk for two or three years.

Banqiao Road

---Bai Juyi

Twenty miles west of Liangyuan City, there is a canal of spring water with thousands of willows.

If this road had to be crossed again today, it would have been the old Banqiao fifteen years ago.

I once said goodbye on Yuyan Bridge, but I don’t know the news till now.

February 2nd

---Bai Juyi

It rained and cleared on February 2nd, and grass sprouts sprouted for a while.

The young man with a light shirt and a fine horse has a cross and a straight line on his head.

Chi He's eight quatrains·Wu gives the crane

---Bai Juyi

You and I are clearly white and black, even if we are not close to each other, we will never look down upon you.

I cry out to you every night to say goodbye, and the jade emblem and the piano echo in unison. 5. Why did Du Fu want to travel?

From the perspective of ordinary people, Du Fu was actually born in a pretty good family. His grandfather Du Shenyan was a Jinshi during the period of Wu Zetian. He had served as an official, a member of the Ministry of Food, and a direct bachelor of Xiuwen Guan. He was famous for his poetry. Although Du Shenyan did not leave much property and died two years before Du Fu was born, this did not affect Du Fu's admiration for him. Grandfather Du Shenyan, including his distant ancestor Du Yu, are all huge spiritual wealth that remain in Du Fu's heart. Du Fu's father, Du Xian, also served successively as Lieutenant of Yancheng, Fengtianling, and Sima of Yanzhou. Although it did not help much in Du Fu's career, it at least provided a certain guarantee for Du Fu's life. In addition, he also has uncles and uncles who hold county captain and other positions in various places. Almost all of these people provided benefits for his friendships when he was young.

Because he was born into an official family and married late (Du Fu was about thirty years old when he got married), he was not burdened by life. As a young man, Du Fu had the opportunity to travel to Wuyue, Shanxi, Shandong, and Hebei. After traveling to China, Shandong and other places, I had the opportunity to climb Mount Tai and write such a great poem as "I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance".