What are some travel poems?

1. "A Walk in the Suburbs"

Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao

You can do whatever you want in the green fields of Fangyuan, and spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.

Happiness rushes through the willow alley, and I sit on the moss rock near the running water.

Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Translation: I played happily in the fields full of fragrant grass and flowers, and saw that the spring scenery had reached the distant mountains, and the surroundings were green. Take advantage of your enthusiasm to chase the red petals flying in the wind, walk through the alleys with swaying willow silk; when you feel sleepy, sit on the moss-covered stones by the stream and rest in front of the flowing water.

Don’t refuse this glass of wine and live up to your very sincere invitation to drink. I’m just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers and scatter them one by one. Moreover, today is the Qingming Festival, and the weather is fine and sunny, which is perfect for fun, but it is not a good time to forget to return.

2. "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

To the west of Jiating in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green poplar shade and white sand embankment.

Translation: Go around the north of Gushan Temple and stroll west of Jiagong Pavilion. The lake water has just risen and is level with the shore. The white clouds are hanging very low. A few orioles that emerged early are vying to roost in the warm trees facing the sun, and the newly arrived swallows are busy building nests and carrying mud. The wildflowers are dazzling when they are blooming, and the spring grass has just barely covered the horses' hooves before it grows tall. My favorite scenery on the east side of the lake is unforgettable, with rows of willows crossing a white sand embankment.

3. Traveling as a guest / writing as a guest

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Lanling has fine wine, tulips, and jade bowls filled with amber light.

But the host can make the guests drunk, and they don’t know where they are in a foreign country.

Translation: Lanling fine wine is sweet and intoxicating, exuding the aroma of tulip. The jade bowl filled with it is as bright and clear as amber. As long as the master and I come and have a drink and get drunk, why does it matter whether this is my hometown or a foreign land?

4. Falling in the Xiangjiang River and encountering rain

Five Dynasties: Tan Yongzhi

The clouds on the river lock the dream soul, and Liu Kun dances late at night on the riverside.

Autumn wind thousands of miles away from the Lotus Country, dusk rain brings thousands of families to Xili Village.

The homesickness is unbearable and sad. Who is willing to travel to cherish the king and grandson?

The fishermen did not ask each other when they met, but returned to the island gate with the sound of the flute.

Translation: Overcast clouds hang over the Xiangjiang River, making people feel depressed. I wandered along the river bank late at night, thinking of Liu Kun's lofty ambitions. The autumn wind blows, and thousands of hibiscus flowers sway. The dusk rain washes away the dust, and the lychees and lychees in thousands of villages are green and lovely.

The homesickness is unbearable, and the sight of orange pomelo makes me even more sad. Traveling in a foreign land, you are like an abandoned person in the mountains and wilderness, no one cares about you. Even when the fishermen meet me, they don't say a word to me. I went back to the island playing the flute.

5. Spring outing to the lake

Song Dynasty: Xu Fu

When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water.

The spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, and the small boat pulls out of the willow shade.

Translation: Pairs of swallows, when did you fly back? The peach tree branches on both sides of the river are soaked in the water, and the bright red peach blossoms are already blooming. After several days of rain, the river rose and submerged the small bridge, making it impossible for people to cross the river. At this moment, a small boat slowly sailed out from under the willow shade.