Ancient poems about travel

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Ancient poems about travel (1) Travel _ Ancient Poetry Network Author: Jia Dao (Tang Dynasty)

This heart is not the same thing, if the letter is passed down. Old country for many days, so there are no teenagers.

Frost leaves fall into the nest, and water fireflies wear them. Living in a forest monk's cabin, sitting quietly at night.

Ancient Tourism Poems (II) Tourism in Tang Dynasty: Cui Daorong

The age of being young, diligent and idle began to decline. People who have no pity for turtle hands are sealed elsewhere.

Ancient Travel Notes (III) Travel Notes of the Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao

The water in Chu is thin and icy, while the clouds in Chu are slightly rainy. Wild plums have uneven hair, and the travel list is free and easy.

Ancient Travel Poems (4) Two Poems (Bai Juyi)

As a tourist for ten years, I often feel hungry and cold.

After three years as an exhorter, I am ashamed of my many bodies.

If you drink too much, you can't swim in the mountains.

If you have no ambition, you will not be free.

Once on the Weihe River, it is like a boat.

If you care about the world, you will have no happiness and trouble.

One dish a day, one cloth all year round.

When a cold comes, I am lazy and comb my hair for several days.

Start with a good sleep and get drunk at night.

People are uncomfortable, what else can they ask for?

Ancient Travel Notes (V) New Bath (Bai Juyi)

Externally comfortable and internally safe.

Taking a new bath at night will make your muscles feel comfortable and soft.

Wide cut, with black hat, thick padding and long white fur.

Autumn patterns wrap my feet and my hat warms my head.

A glass of high-quality wine, a cup of porridge at a time.

When you are half drunk and half full, it is spring all over your body.

It's twilight, and it's miserable.

It's cold and dull, and the Yellow River is frozen and does not flow.

Where is the garrison? Who cares about traveling?

The poor have no food, and there are no light prisoners in the cold prison.

Why give birth to others? What is better for me?

Caress your heart and feel ashamed. Who knows what that is?