Ancient tourist poems

1, "Early Baidu City"

Lipper

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

Bai Di City is a travel note written by the poet in the spring of two years. On both sides of the Three Gorges, apes crow and monkeys sing, one after another. On the river, canoe, speeding, mountain by mountain, fleeting.

2. "Song of Autumn Pu"

Tang Libai

Logically, people cross the bird path and Jiang Zu makes a fish beam.

The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant.

This photo of green hills and flowers blowing on your face shows a relaxed and pleasant feeling of traveling when you are boating by the river.

3. The Monk's Room in the Afternoon

Song Yan Meili

Yellow dust can't blow into the meditation room, but the window paper flies and stays cool.

Touching the hot air, daydreaming and Xiaoxiang listened to the rain.

Xiaoxiang refers to the territory of Hunan Province today. This is about loneliness in the journey. The word "listening to the rain" not only shows the loneliness and boredom of the journey, but also reflects the romantic interest of the literati's life, with a sad color.

4. "Fufeng Song"

Kun

It's very wide. Sunset Sudan Water Mountain.

The left hand is weak in bending. Wave the dragon garden with your right hand.

Look at this palace. Promote the Royal Flying Pavilion.

Press the saddle and sigh. Tears welled up.

Ma Tie Chang Song has fallen. The waste saddle is high and the moon is high

Saddle, saddle. This article describes the beginning and end of the journey, with neat antithesis and harmonious melody. The scenes created by Chang Song and Gao Yue are also unforgettable.

5. "Go to Luo Daozhong Zuo"

Luji

Travel more, the mountains and rivers are vast.

Give full play to the policy of worshipping mountains and be peaceful and obedient.

I feel sleepy when I think about it at night.

Leaning against the high rock, listening to the ring of hate.

The clear dew falls on Su Hui, and the bright moon shines brightly.

I can't sleep with a pillow and want to shake my clothes.

Go ahead, go ahead. Thinking, with worry. Sleep with your lonely shadow when you sleep at night, and walk with worry when you leave in the morning. What a lonely and desolate journey this is.