Ancient poems about travel

1. Ancient poems about travel

"The Pure Sky·Autumn Thoughts" by Ma Zhiyuan

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, ancient roads with thin west wind horse. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

"Returning the Shibi Jingshe to the Lake" by Xie Lingyun

At dusk, the climate changes, and the mountains and rivers are filled with clear light.

Qinghui can entertain people, but wanderers forget to return home.

The day of leaving the valley is still early, and the sun entering the boat is already low.

The forest valleys are dim and the clouds are closing in the sunset.

The wildflowers and lotuses reflect the sky one after another, and the grass and weeds depend on each other.

Walking towards the south path, I enjoy the east gate.

Consideration of indifferent things makes oneself light, and it is not against the law to be comfortable.

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"Remembering Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good,

I am familiar with the scenery.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire.

When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can’t forget Jiangnan.

"Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" by Bai Juyi

Recalling the South of the Yangtze River,

The most memorable thing is Hangzhou:

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, on the pillow in the county pavilion Look at the tide,

When will we visit again?

>Wang Wei

The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but it belongs to the country and has passed away.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

When Xiao Guan met Hou Qi, they all protected Yan Ran.

>Wang Ji

How common is the boat, the water is empty and long.

The clouds are far away, and the sunshine is flowing back.

The noisy cicada forest is more than quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.

This place makes me miss you, and I have been traveling sadly for many years. 2.5 ancient poems about tourism

Traveling in Mengjiao

The Chu water is thin with ice, and the Chu clouds are like rain. . The wild plum blossoms are scattered, and the travel list returns happily.