Modern tourism poems

Poetry about modern tourism 1. Ask for a modern poem about tourism.

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There are some letters written to each other hidden in the chest of drawers.

Although the handwriting is a little yellow, I can still see it clearly.

Sunlight freshens the air through the open window.

Although there were many jokes, they were all too small at that time.

Never thought about the future, we are both willful.

It will gradually become quiet after the noise.

As time goes by, you miss the beautiful scenery along the way.

There will always be a voice calling softly like this.

Why not let yourself be willful again and look for the missing light and shadow?

I really want to ask about the missed time.

Did you wake up my sleeping heart?

Can you satisfy my wish?

Just like the wind chimes still respond to me.

Let the past gradually become transparent.

It won't interfere with my yearning eyes.

Moreover, the sound of the breeze shaking the wind chimes is more beautiful.

Climbed to the roof of clear Wan Li.

If you want to leave, don't make excuses to stop.

Because I miss our past very much.

Then choose to let your heart travel again.

Forget the love that doesn't belong to me

In this way, perhaps the desire for happiness will be more determined.

2. Write a poem about travel when you leave. The sentence is beautiful, and the modern one is the best.

The most beautiful self is on the road. You won't know how beautiful you are unless you go for a walk.

In order to stay young, you must pack your bags. Whether it is love or youth, it is actually on the way to travel. If you don't travel, you will get old.

The best trip in life is to find a long-lost touch in a strange place.

I have always thought that people should travel. When you are young, you should use your temper to pretend to be chic and have the capital to play your personality. They should leave the city they see with their eyes open, escape from the surrounding disturbances, find a place where their hearts are quiet and clean, make themselves as transparent as crystal, and then take some beautiful photos that make them want to cry and leave them to their original selves.

I want to travel, backpacking alone, traveling alone, witnessing the scenery along the way, taking a camera, taking pictures of the scenery along the way and recording the mood along the way. That kind of life is what I want.

On the way carrying a backpack, I met many people, heard many stories and saw the scenery of the trip. In this way, I slowly learned to grow. The flowing time has become a beautiful ornament on the road of life. Looking at the snow all over the sky, it is quiet and silent, and it is a good scenery.

If you don't go out for a walk, you will think that this is the world.

Fear of the unknown and nostalgia for comfort will prevent us from becoming a traveler on an adventure. However, when you make this choice, you will never regret it.

I lay down and used a newspaper as a pillow. There are twinkling stars above my head. When the train turns, these stars will draw an arc up and down. Looking at them, I fell asleep. Today has passed-a day in my life, and tomorrow is another day. I am still young.

Whenever the sun sets, I sit on the dilapidated pier by the river and look at the vast sky over New Jersey. I feel as if there are uncultivated land, all roads and all people are constantly moving towards the western coast. Now I know that all the young people here are always restless and noisy, because it is that land that makes them so restless.

I like traveling, not for anything else, but to see the world. I don't fly or take a taxi, but I have been to more places than anyone else. Life is like this, your feet are on yourself, just move on. How far can my love go until the scenery I yearn for becomes the place I have walked!

If we don't touch the unknown, our feelings will become dull, our world will become so small, and even our curiosity will disappear. Our eyes will no longer look at the distant horizon, and our ears will not hear those familiar voices.

Have you ever felt the feeling of sitting on a train and walking along a river? You watch it change color in the morning and evening, watch it wash the sunshine, watch it set off the stars, watch it surge or calm, but never leave.

Don't forget why you started just because it's a long way. Some things, think about it and try to do it. Maybe I don't have the courage to do it anymore.

One of the biggest lessons that travel has taught me is that there are really many kinds of people in the world who live in various ways. They have different values, making the world look complicated and interesting, giving people who understand a voice and people who don't understand a topic. They are ascetics, gamblers, artists, business tycoons, farmers, hermits, practitioners and urban vagrants ... If you don't travel, you won't see them. Even if you use the saved money to buy ten QQ in turn, you won't be more satisfied than now.

I hope I can help you. Good luck.

3. Modern travel poems get high marks

Love, travel with love.

-inscription 1. Set out for the second time on the expressway. (The first time I drove high-speed, I was nervous, my lips were pale and my tongue was pale, and the running on the track was softer ...) "If I talked to you, I wouldn't fall asleep while driving."

Four cars collided in front. The car body is deformed, and the emergency road is in a mess-"Calculate, boldly overtake, it only takes 0.03 seconds" has been avoiding math problems, but at this time, you must be sure-love and travel with love.

2. Together, many words are hidden in the mountains. It needs to be carefully separated, just like the fruit of Ligustrum lucidum, dipped in green juice, and the nail bed is round green, leaving some pictures in the moonlight.

If we separate them carefully, the dark trees will lift fireflies-we can walk under the sky. Cut off the dam of the reservoir and be cruel not to let the lake boil.

I heard that there was a deep suffocating moonlight last May, and the eyes of Lake Hai Xian were clear. After watching the lake for a long time, the illusion followed: dark clouds stood in front of us like flags, unable to hide their joy and appeared on both sides.

Street lamps support all this: a moth, beautifully dressed in the spectrum, with crisp and crisp wings. Yes, we walked on the embankment-you wrote, I remember, prayed, this night is all the nights, and this year is all the years.

At this point, everything is about the stars! Town Night Banquet Shenkang Town? Qiu Yi has sunk into a depression, and Artemisia ordosica is everywhere. Finally, Tian Yuan burned the straw and sang loudly! Unintentional polluted flight routes? Jade Belt Surrounding Mountains, Fighting for Shan Lan? I want to sit down like a local. Sitting in the unmarked part of China.

Many of these places are vast, and only cooking smoke can get us there. In the night, two old people were wrapped in coarse headscarves and dressed in brown coarse clothes.

At the corner, they turned our grain and grass over the cement pavement. I'll write it down and try to make a return sign.

I've been driving in town for two weeks just to find fish with my own style? Diced radish, black lobster sauce, mixed seasoning. The fish in the net reservoir are put in a stone chisel water tank, scaled, minced and ridged ... red soup is cooked under the gazebo, without light, there is always sound between us. Someone will meet again in the fragrance of rushes? The face is dancing.

In the middle of the night, calm down. Even if we don't highlight the stars and the moon, we will start in the dark-praying at night is more like a tired night away from long hours of light, and a hug at night is more like a hug.

4. "Nature" is an illustrated book for the third grade of primary school: Liu Cui, Chunjiang Plumbing and Moxiang Zhi Xin. The castle peak in front of the door looks green.

Under that green hill, clear water washes stones and splashes jade liquid, and the Yangtze River rolls up thousands of piles of snow. Yes, I never imagined going upstream at that time.

Even if teenagers pick it up again and again, warm stones can't reach the river and my door. I was lying in the attic on the fourth floor. According to the starry sky, I can confirm that the chaotic constellation has been resurrected.

For example, cancer left his tough men at a loss. Nature is destined to meet again in nature.

Looking at the lake, counting the mountain flowers, jumping over the high wall in an agile manner, cutting through the thorns, letting the black go crazy and diarrhea ... The stalk of millet is oblique, biting down the light green, sweet juice, refreshing. You are a born child, and you have been squatting since you were a child: Mathematical research starts with a bowl of green beans? Language begins with the waiting of the red dragonfly? You must have expected rain in the rice fields. The frog's voice is not what you want to hear. There are more Kunsheng hidden under the rice root ... You need to draw a tree in the painting.

A tall alder tree. Father has been standing there.

My father was blocked at the entrance of the village, threatening to stop you from stubbornly going to the town with shops ten miles away at dusk ... to think, to think ... the sound of reading in buddhist nun, the big stone in front of buddhist nun is dumb, so you can lie in the sun. 5. Thinking about Su Causeway on a moonlit night.

Su Dongpo certainly stood on the hoe. At that time, Su Causeway consolidated its soil and shore, so the stones didn't have to be uniform. There is no need to erect a stone tablet: this is the Su Causeway Scenic Area.

The moon is dead. Toad sparkles.

At this time, I am walking on such a shore, walking on the shore of a natural artificial lake. (naturally? Artificial lake? 60th National Day? Thousands of times to escape, or to walk in the contradictory scenery, mixed words? ) On the river bank, once Kongming's lanterns are put away.

I quietly followed the moon without interest. Bake a warm and mysterious red.

Raise your eyes in the queue, like covering the flame: I hope to warm my hands, let's put that light on ... go on, well, here we go again: the lake is light, the red and white wooden building on the lake is full of feet. Aquatic plants touch with the waves ... Spring rain makes my trip on the train of 267 1, and the train of 1 1 has no seats, which is very vivid. I stood on my lap, and it was sultry in summer, from my chest to my sweaty face. I extend my standing body from northeast to southwest, cross the latitude and longitude of the earth, and scan people passing by with my thoughts. The reality of China's large population should be unexpected to stand here at this moment. Obviously, the descendants of Huang represent the rich and the poor with different status here, and the whistle sounds annoying. The dancing wind outside the window gives people the same sympathy, regardless of rank, holding the same ticket face, and sitting safely because of the lead. Because of chance, my lateness suppressed the emotional starry sky. Will my standing last? Will my eyes be thirsty for a long time? Will it arouse the sympathy of others? How much like the reality of the past, this scene is not always decided by heaven, just like the white-haired old man around me. Her expectation stung my heart, and the first draft of my travel poem could only be written in a trembling body. Looking around, sweat and rain stirred up a long wave in my memory. What do you think of peaceful coexistence? The turmoil of the train is still running on the vast land, and the wind and frost are calm along the way. Amid the buzz, I resolutely crawled forward. Whether I am in front of you or in the ventricle, you will always be my farewell post. The hurried face of the past will suddenly flash like a fading star, and different characters will merge into an ocean of financial crisis, and the journey of life will run on this. You have to endure cold and heat to adapt to different noisy journeys. Standing on the leg of 1 1, I feel that the rest of my body is struggling to squeeze the space, and I can only expand the intertwined airflow and become partners all the way. My anxiety was ignited, and the number 267 1 was spinning in my mind.

4. Beautiful poems or sentences about travel

1. There must be at least two impulses in life, one is desperate love, and the other is a trip when you leave.

If you don't do something now, you will never do it in your life. At the beginning of life, everyone always has a period of time, with nothing to miss, only uncontrollable dreams, nothing to rely on, only their own good health, no place to go, just want to wander around. Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery, so that your mind can travel! 5. A person, a road, a person on the road, the heart moves with the scene, from the starting point to the end point, maybe happy, or sometimes lonely, if the heart is in the distance, just go forward, dream of leading the way, how far, how far, and connect the footprints into a life line.

6. Dreams are not extravagant, as long as you take the first step bravely. 7. Because I have a dream, I set out bravely and chose to set out, so I only care about hardships.

When you decide to do something, the whole world will help you. -"Hitchhiking to Berlin" 9. Travel means that even if you are in the same world, you find a different world.

-Lucia's lover 10. How many people, like me, sit in a space less than 10 square meter and look at the beautiful scenery of 95 thousand kilometers in the book Or like me, I have a heart wider than 95 thousand kilometers, but I sit in a chair less than one square meter.

5. There are 100 modern poems.

Want me to remind you that you won't forget what you told me? I cherish them all, too. For us, memory is an indelible day-it will never turn yellow. When we are together, it is always short. When we look forward to it, it's always a long time. How many shiny lines did the stream pick up? If you want to miss me, look at the twinkling stars in the sky. I'm looking for you. Bare backs are always simple. Simplicity is a kind of scenery background. Always young, young is a clear back, always subtle, always a charm, always lonely, more memorable. However, I prefer to let others admit that as long as there is nothing wrong with the road, fame and fortune have always been flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending becomes, there must be an eternal happiness in the process of flowing. I sometimes pray to make my life wonderful, but I prefer to make my mind calm and indifferent. I know that happiness is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that the best gift is to send you a quiet sky when you are in a heavy mood. You will be confused and awake in the dead of night. You will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. I will say to you gently, let's go. Look, Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright. Traveling to distant places has a temptation for us, either beautiful or legendary. Even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory, we don't need to care, because this is really a fascinating mistake. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and all happiness will follow you. Write to a friend's birthday. Because of your arrival, this day has become a beautiful day. Since then, the world has added a touch of attractive color, and my memory screen has also added many beautiful memories. My dear friend, please accept my deep blessing. May all the joy accompany you to the distance. If talent is not recognized, if talent is not obtained. Instead of cursing, it is better to admit persistence, accumulate strength in persistence, and work silently. Curse will only dim the original light, and the spirit of the tree will be lost in the dim light. Since no one knows a star today, why not make a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we can not pay it back. Why do you have to carefully calculate how much you have to pay to get? If you can be generous, why does it look obscene? If you can be chic, why choose loneliness? Getting is a kind of satisfaction. Giving is a kind of happiness How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I walk towards you, I want to hold a wave. You gave me the whole ocean. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest. How can I thank you? When I walked up to you, I wanted to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me a silver world. I go boating to the moon. Please don't blame me for living alone sometimes. You know it takes courage to be alone. Don't think there is a flag in front. I don't worship what I don't understand. I rowed the boat to the moon, so I rowed the pursuit and independence together, and I linked life and freedom together. As long as tomorrow is here, as long as spring is here, I won't be sad. Even if the night devours everything, the sun can come back. As long as I live here, I won't be sad. Even if I am trapped in the desert, there is hope. As long as the oasis of hope exists tomorrow, I won't be sad. Winter snow will eventually melt quietly. Spring thunder will surely roll in. When the will falls, life will no longer bend. How can you stand the bleak autumn leaves and keep your head down just to nourish your heart? If you have an unyielding soul, you will have a solid land. Wherever you go, there will be countless pairs of eyes following you. We know ourselves from others. Good luck. Spring is not over yet, but I feel that spring is easy to get old and time is flowing. Is it willing to let fate be like wormwood? Colorful colors make your brain dizzy and indifferent. Life may be a good medicine. You shouldn't be content with poverty, but how can you ruin everything without a little lofty and withered character? Good luck. May your heart be as good as luck. Withered flowers are your life in spring. Why did I see Frost Leaf's face just because that beautiful mirror broke your attachment and lingered in the dream for a long time? Since I can't hold the moon in the water with both hands, I can make yesterday a success. For memory, it has also become a commemoration of life. There are not only colorful places, but also withered flowers-there is no promise of spring. Don't believe too much that commitment is the pine cone of time. Although wonderful, who can guarantee that it will not be defeated by the season, fight for its own destiny, and take control of its own life is its own drawing board. Why do you have to rely on others to paint and choose your own path? You have gone a long way, but you still can't see the scenery. I can't see the scenery Your heart is bitter and confused. A ship without sails is better than death. If there is no compass and sail, you can only wander around. If you are a fish, don't be infatuated with the sky. If you are a bird, don't be infatuated with the ocean for your friends, and don't stand up. We won't fall down in the future, let alone travel around the world. Falling down is a memorial. Find out what the sun, the moon and the stars are trekking. It is a warm flower. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, we just walk hand in hand. You said that when you see the sea, you will laugh comfortably. Yes, yes, our laughter can hold the clouds, but I don't know if it will be tears when we want to laugh. How did a flowering tree (Xi Murong) let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha, so I became a tree, growing in the sun along the only way you have to go, which is my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. When you finally walk past those friends who have fallen behind you, they are not petals. It is my withered homesickness (Xi Murong). The song of hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings in hometown on a moonlit night.

6. What are the poems about "travel"?

1, even if it is mercilessly abandoned, it cannot be shameful. -Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) "Spring Tour in Sidi Township"

2, spring outing, apricot flowers blowing full head. -Wei Zhuang (Tang Dynasty) "Spring Tour in Sidi Township"

3, hold a cup for you to persuade the sunset and leave a night photo for the flowers. -Song Qi (Song Dynasty) "Spring on the Jade Tower".

4. Spring outing, West Lake failed to pass. -Jiang Kui (Song Dynasty) "Pipa Fairy, When Two Paddles Come"

5, just Xie Peiqi Pavilion, so old people meet. -Wu Wenying (Song) "Sweeping Flowers and Cold Food in West Lake"

6. The blooming mangroves are chirping, the grass is growing, and the egrets are flying in Pinghu. -Xu (Song) "On the Lake"

7. In mid-spring in Nanyuan, the wind is very strong and it smells like Ma Si. -Ouyang Xiu (Song Dynasty) "Ruan Langgui Nanyuan Spring Half Time"

8. In mid-spring in Nanyuan, the wind is very strong and it smells like Ma Si. -Cheng Hao (Song Dynasty) "Doing things in the suburbs is that thing"

9. If I don't give up drinking, I'm afraid the wind will fly. -Zhinan (Song Dynasty), "Jazz, Short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees"

10. The shade of ancient trees is a short awning, and rattan helps me cross the east of the bridge. -Zhinan (Song Dynasty), "Jazz, Short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees"

1 1, wet clothes, apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows. -Zhinan (Song Dynasty)-"Jueju, short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees"

12. Pears are in full bloom, and wanderers are out of town looking for spring. -Wu Weixin (Song) "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing"

13, Han Xiao is lighter than Populus deltoides, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. -Song Qi (Song Dynasty) "Spring on the Jade Tower".

14, when will the swallow fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. -Xu Fu (Song) "Spring Tour on the Lake"

15, peaches and plums are more charming before the wind, and willows are more gentle. -Xin Qiji (Song Dynasty) "Spring in Wuling, peaches and plums, how charming before the wind"

7. Modern poems describing natural scenery

Modern poem describing natural scenery 1, green Author: Ai Qing looks like an upside-down green ink bottle, full of green, where can I find so much green: dark green, light green, pink green, dark green and surprisingly green; The blowing wind is green, the rain is green, the flowing water is green and the sunshine is green; All the greens are concentrated, crowded, overlapping and crossing quietly.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if the dance teacher were in command, and all the greens fluttered together neatly and in accordance with the beat. 2, landscape Author: apricot flowers and peach blossoms Some people say that work and life are too tired, let the mind take a vacation, come to a trip that says go away, travel far, climb mountains and play with water, kiss the fish's mouth, enjoy the dew, get close to nature, look at the scenery and adjust your mood. I said it can only make your mind happy for a while. Go on a trip. Even if you go there all year round, you may not understand the meaning of life and the true meaning of happiness.

3, the voice of the country Author: Xu Zhimo boat in the shade of weeping willows, a cool breeze in early autumn, blowing the water, blowing the sound of the countryside on both sides. I am resting alone in the window of the boat, watching the waves and visions of a river and listening to the sounds far and near. I once had a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put my annoying age, and I want to entrust my annoying love to boundless emptiness; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid.

4, early spring Author: Shu Ting friend, this is spring, dispel sadness, wipe away tears, smile at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers, washed away the shackles of winter, with a drunken fragrance rushing, flooding in the plains and Shan Ye, although there is no bird waterfall, splashing thousands of silver beads, scattered in the misty morning light, rolling on the avenue of dusk, but waiting. There are still chills and first frost's troubles. Listen carefully, the upper hand of the Five Old Peaks is still whistling, and the trembling valleys seem to wail together, but there are already a few small cuckoos, such as the flame that can't be blown out, which makes the world warm and even the clouds no longer float. Friends, let's say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last chill. 5, golden autumn Author: Xindi garden full of red fruit fragrance, farmers threshing floor high rice piles make smile full network, cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers in the horizon. After sunset, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the water of reeds, no matter how deep there is or how shallow it is here. Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn, listen, listen, listen, autumn.

Listen, the sound of autumn, crickets flapping their wings, is the rhyme to bid farewell to the balcony. Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders; An autumn wind swept across the field, bringing a harvest song.

Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this vast concert hall, and you can hear the sound of autumn. The sound of autumn, in every leaf, in every flower, in every drop of water, in every unfolded grain.

Listen, the sound of autumn comes from a distance in a hurry, rushing to towards the distant. Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.

8. What are the poems praising tourism?

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I heard that there are many beautiful scenery outside.

How excited and yearning I am.

So from where I'm tired of life,

Run to a place where people are tired of living.

Go happily

I came back tired and empty.

Spend your hard-earned money,

Help the people there.

Traveling is a tourist's dream.

Want to see where you want to see.

Seeing the scenic spots is always a bit disappointing.

It is no different from your hometown.

There are so many tourist booms.

Shopping is so generous.

Full of joy, willfulness, almost crazy.

Finally, you will be disappointed, regretful and mad.