Incisive verses about traveling?

The incisive verses about traveling are as follows:

1. Starting in the morning to conquer the priests, the traveler mourns his hometown. The sound of chickens is heard in Maodian, and the frost is everywhere in Banqiao. The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are bright on the post wall. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the wild geese filled the pond.

2. The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake. The weather is sunny and people are in good spirits, and the boats are returning home with flutes and drums at sunset.

3. Busy collecting clothes and whipping whip quickly, looking back the moon hangs on the willow branches. Two or three o'clock of dew will not make it rain, but seven or eight stars are still in the sky.

4. This mind is not just one thing, just like writing a biography. We have been apart from the old country for many days, and we have no old friends. Frost leaves fall from the empty nest, and fireflies penetrate the sparse water. The monk was left to stay in the forest and sat in silence at midnight.

5. Travel far and wide across mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are wide and wide. Zhi Chongqiu is promoted, and the bridle is installed in Pingmang. At dusk, I sleep with my shadow in my arms, thinking about the past. I leaned against the high rock and listened to the sad wind. The clear dew falls and the brightness shines, and the bright moon shines brightly. I can't sleep while caressing the pillow, I only think about it when I vibrate my clothes.

6. Tomb Sweeping Day, rain or shine, is the right time to be happy. Ma Jiao is made of mud and soft brocade, with fragrant sleeves and a half-cage whip. The colors of the flowers blend together, and people admire them, all of which are embroidered saddles and red martingale. The sun sets and there is no plan to linger any longer. There are grass and smoke on the way back.

7. In a leisurely mood and chatting, I went to the rock spring with my stick. The grass is green in the new belt, and the elm green is decorated with ancient coins. Fish beds invade the shore water, and bird paths enter the mountain smoke. I also wrote a poem about Pingzi, and the spring fields were full of flowers and trees.

8. In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees and tulips are red. It goes out of the flower dew and returns through the weak willow wind. The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and is released from the coop. Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.

9. Try Luo Shang under the peach branch, and the butterfly powder will fight with the fragrance. The moon flattens the fragrant grass, and half of the face is made up of angry red makeup. The wind is getting warmer, the sun is getting longer, and the willow trees are weeping. A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, and the setting sun all over the ground.

10. On a Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, a red pavilion is built in blue to assassinate the historian. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.