Poetry about travel

Poetry 1: a figure in the distance

I really want to travel on the snow-capped mountains; Send my decadent soul and body to the snow mountain for storage and tempering for ten thousand years. I really want to have a trip to the mountains and rivers; Give my beautiful dream back to the color of nature. I really want to go over the mountains; Let my vision be broadened between heaven and earth. I really want to travel in the desert without a figure;

I just want the wandering footprints to write a permanent memory in the dry desert. I really want to have a breezy trip; Because I want to gently touch your lovely face and gently blow your hair. I want to stay if I can! But please forgive me! Because I can't control myself, all I can leave you is the long hair fluttering behind me.

Poetry 2: Travel

I always meet a beautiful maple leaf, maybe it's fate, otherwise I have to say goodbye quietly. After all, I'm leaving, and I know Chunlan can be envied in difficult times. I just remember the autumn chrysanthemum season. Choosing these rhymes is not my careful arrangement, but my feelings are unintentional.

Poetry 3: Traveling Modern Poetry

The door is ignorant, the light always wakes up like a gentleman, the mirror is reluctant to look at each other, the stairs are concerned, the travel is always repeated, the credit card is close to the heart, and only the thoughts are put into the shy bag. The wisdom lurks in the book and stands on the cliff password to break all the hard ice, not all for the dream.

A lot of helplessness, flat tires, showing a heavy life with expensive responsibilities, complaining that you are skinny, my love, you always hide out of the window. The thickness of a door allows two planets to enter orbit. It's hard to miss you all your life, and the journey is half dusk and half dawn.