Modern poems describing tourism

Travel, don't care about the result, the important thing is to enjoy the process. Pack your bags, feel the scenery along the way, go to a strange city, feel the local customs, and enjoy this chic and casual quietly. What a pleasant thing! The following is a collection of modern poems describing tourism. Welcome to read for reference!

cycling tour

Clouds in the sky only stay in your hair.

The buttonwood trees along the coast creaked.

Looking into the endless distance.

The grass is green and swaying at the ankles.

The sun swept across the eyes.

A drop of spring water scooped up by taro leaves.

In summer, you said the wind was leisurely.

At the speed of a bicycle

You hold it gently and tightly.

I ride fast and steadily.

Ride out of the village and run to your heart.

You move your eyes away.

Looked at the steering wheel in a low voice several times.

Where there is a road.

There are steps to follow.

Take you on a trip

There are charming scenery here.

There is a kind of love that makes you look forward to it

There is such a person who says to you.

Take you on a trip

Is this a promise of love?

Maybe not.

Like the scenery along the way

Rush by

Travel alone

When the glory of the past becomes the past

When past achievements flow eastward like rivers.

Me, or me.

Never changed or lost.

Man, there are always some things I don't want to say.

The pain of more than ten years is immersed in my heart.

Something I don't want to touch in my life

Don't even think about it

They also eat bones.

I have no way or courage to break the shackles in my heart.

It has rusted.

It won't open again.

I know I don't deserve to be an indomitable spirit.

Nor should there be a happy and perfect ending.

Perhaps, everyone has their own bottom line in their hearts.

Do not insist on unity, but seek respect.

Life always goes on.

Road, still have to go forward.

I don't care about the thorns ahead.

I just hope to put one of mine.

Give me back my peaceful heart. ...

travel

Our chosen destination

sunny

Blowing the warm sea breeze.

Sprinkle sunshine into your heart

We rolled up our trouser legs and carried shoes.

Chasing the waves together

Use the newly bought camera

Take weather-beaten photos of you and me.

This is the end of the earth.

This is a place often mentioned in the oath.

Look at that lingering couple.

I have a beautiful dream in my heart.

They looked at us with envy.

Hand in hand, dependent footprints

It seems that you and I have a tortuous love story.

They are all familiar with it.

Travel alone

You don't need to drive a hot engine,

A person's trip,

Full of peace.

The grass on the road is green,

The lake is as clear as the sky,

Toughness and gentleness.

Night, indescribable peace,

To get close to this quiet environment.

The night ends in the morning,

Awaken by the song of the earth,

Listen carefully,

The bird is at the top of a tree not far away.

The crimson dawn in the mountains,

Meet at the end of the fork in the road.

Sprinkle sunshine and care for the earth,

The wanderer dragged his thin figure.

In the name of the guest,

Enjoy the beautiful scenery.

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Just because that network is too far away.

I don't have time to bring all my emotional bags.

Set out in a hurry—

Looking for beautiful legends

Can't go to the ends of the earth

Charming scenery

Indulge in the ripples of imagination

This is not a fairy tale.

Mister tried to get lost.

The abyss is calling weakly.

Wind and rain try to confuse thoughts.

Trap invitation

Travel is more than perseverance.

Need more wisdom

Black days and blue nights.

Ugliness is a foolish act.

Don't want to stop moving forward

Pick up the vicissitudes of shells

Cherish the heart of emotion

Scenery engraved with memories

Dress up all friendships.

Turn into a trickle

Make happiness ecstasy

Raise the white sail and break the waves.

Life is a journey.

Deal with the heart

Give it to the beautiful nature.

I became a natural landscape.

White clouds are hovering in the blue sky.

My swimming feet

Ditan in my heart

Look for induction lamp in the pupil.

Never leave.

Tour guide etiquette

Stay focused on your goals.

Clever distance.

Take off under the dance of sunshine.

Grab scenic spots

Smile

Focal length under lens

Embrace the beautiful image of fashion

Kiss me goodbye.

Happy party

Good days are recorded in a pleasant journey.

The most is a vague gobbledygook tablet.

Pushuo Millennium

Let thousands of eyes and hearts bow to their knees.

I always can't figure it out

She was dreamy.

Actually.

We travel every day.

Blue sky, the biggest attraction.

Always leave the door open.

Just set foot in it with your heart.

Every day, there is an endless sense of drift.

My journey with my heart warmed my heart and intoxicated my people.

Last night's wind,

The rain last night,

Like your soft lips,

Warm my heart,

Drunk my people.

Soaked to the skin,

A dusty memory.

The coldest thing is,

My mood at the moment.

Your hands are warm,

Lead me astray,

I wonder where it will go.

My journey to the heart

One day in early summer,

Everything is ready.

With mixed feelings,

Get out of your city.

Stepping on a thin ticket,

Be a happy angel.

One day in early summer,

Want to let go.

Still familiar with the platform,

Suddenly, you sent me away again.

Everything seems to be repeating itself,

One day in early summer.

Be a happy angel,

Go to a strange city.

Close the windshield,

Unable to close complex ideas.

Tear open the ticket of Mercedes-Benz,

Can't tear off the sadness of parting.

Travel,

It hasn't started yet,

It's almost over.

My journey to the heart

Don't ask me where to go.

I'll tell you with my actions.

I will go there tomorrow.

/

This is an endless blue ocean.

Or a valley with green mountains and green waters

Still have to wait until the sun rises tomorrow.

/

Don't ask me the departure time.

I think I will get there before dawn.

Stay away from unknown adventures

/

This is a stormy sea.

Or strange and steep mountains.

All this makes my heart surge.

/

Don't ask me where I am going.

I'm still talking to my heart.

It wants to go to the south where the seasons are like spring.

Look at the vast Yuan Ye under the warm sun in winter.

Walking on the barren and yellow reed leaves

Let the heart fly with the wind

/

"hmm"

done

/

Then go to the beautiful South Bay.

I heard that there are golden beaches there.

There are sails sailing north.

And flying seagulls

Under the blue sky and white clouds

Cruise in the vast and calm sea.

call out

/

There is another dream.

Conch dream

I met him.

He is like a sleeping child.

Lying quietly in the sand nest built by the wind for him.

Guard the future

Wait for me to pick him up tomorrow

/

"hmm"

done

/

Into the deep mountains of the jungle

Take a look at the wonderful nature.

Listen to the wind in the valley

Bai Niao Worm's Song of Nature.

Feel the seriousness of every grass and tree to life.

A piece of land shows selfless dedication.

Understand the true meaning of life

World legend

/

Write down my' nonsense' every time I go.

Grateful, grateful to the person who gave me life.

Thanks for the gift of nature.

Let me know to cherish

Guardianship and love

Smelling the flowers and dreaming.

Walk on the road

Crossing the great mountains and rivers and frontiers of the motherland

/

"hmm"

done

We will start before dawn.

/

Night is a long wait.

The moonlight lit up the windowsill.

Sleeping hometown

When you wake up,

Don't ask me where I am

I am in the world of my heart.

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I am a gust of wind,

Is a free traveler,

Blow and blow freely,

Wandering around.

Blowing through the green grass,

The grass on the grass beckons to me;

Blowing through a winding stream,

Fish in the stream, stream,

Sing to me;

Blowing through the green Woods,

Birds in the Woods are chirping at me. ...

They were all ecstatic.

Say goodbye to my departure.

I am an unknown insect,

And a traveler,

If you are not careful,

Fly to a famous river,

the Amazon

I follow the swift current,

The original voice of exploring the Amazon River.

I am a white cloud,

A carefree traveler,

Gone with the wind,

Gone with the wind,

Drifting across the singing stream,

I stood quietly, listening;

Floating on many magnificent peaks,

Send Qingshan a white scarf.

Hard-working residents on the mountain,

Stop working,

Wave to me.

I like traveling,

I think this world is really wonderful!

My eyes became a camera,

Put the beauty of the whole world,

All this shines in my memory.

The last trip

Hold a short-distance ticket

Embark on a long journey

Don't ask me where I'm going

All I know is that on the way

Carry a simple bag on your back

Have an endless dream

There's no need to worry.

Let the roaring green leather train

Take me with you, stop.

Don't explore what is hidden in the bag.

There is no need to ask what old people live in it.

At the moment I set foot on the journey.

Those vague past events

Those hazy former lovers

Were left in place.

Don't say that life is forbidden in front of you.

Don't scare me. The cliff of fate is far away.

At the moment I set foot on the journey.

My simple bag

My little life

It became a foreign body.

In this long journey

After that endless ordeal.

May the soul soar in the sky.

If I'm lucky enough to leave

Those who still care about me

Please bury me deep.

Will I long for the flying soul?

Buried in the vast sky

Take away my humble and mutilated body

Buried on that high mountain

Continue to bathe in the cold wind

Let the rain and wind blow me away.

Please send me away with a smile.

Don't use sadness to stay.

I will be sad because of the remaining sadness.

I will laugh for the rest of the laughter.

Expanding reading: ancient poems about travel

Send a senior doctor to see the ambassador to the North.

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Du

The northern emperor is willing to kiss, and Tokyo sends envoys.

The horse holds the snow while the clothes are stained with dust.

Time drives, and grace becomes bitter.

During the Song and Zhong Dynasties, the hand fell out of the spring.

Moon among guests

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Bai Juyi

Guests come from Jiangnan, and the wind rises when the moon comes.

During the long journey, I saw a clear aura in three places.

Dawn stays with the waning moon, dusk and new moon.

Who says the moon is heartless, thousands of miles away?

The tide rises on the Weishui Bridge and enters Chang 'an in the evening.

I don't know who will be your guest tonight.

Go to the canyon to see my brother off

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Meng Haoran

I used to study behind closed doors with my children.

I have never taken the risk of turbulence, so I don't care.

From then on, it is hard to talk about hard work.

Do evil, dig in the public village.

The wall is high and steep, flowing like a river.

I've been here for several nights, and I've never heard of apes.

When you fall in love, you lose your dream on the boat.

Tears touch the moon valley, and my heart breaks.

The stars are hard to harvest, and there are many autumn dew.

Because you went to Nanchu, this book shows your hometown.

Xiling Gorge

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Yang Jiong

The cliff overhangs Wan Ren, and the long wave shoots thousands of miles.

The board door is thin, and the south China is surging.

The capital of Chu was once full of flowers, and the high hills looked at it.

Once Qin Jun invaded, Yiling was submerged by fire.

The four dimensions are no longer fixed, and it is difficult to rely on it.

Dongting was suddenly embarrassed, but Meng Men was not there.

Since ancient times, water has flowed into the gorge.

Travel and talk, the wind and waves are endless.

And in the land of Yujian, the magnificent letter is beautiful.

If mountains and rivers have spirits, a thousand years will reach out to friends.

Yao Shizhen, emissary country

Year: Tang Dynasty

Author: Lu Lun

Zhu Zanxu turned to wait for officials, and the apes and birds were silent.

Chu has a vast territory and abundant resources, but the Han family has a hard time eating good grass.

Copper and lead can be rich in mountains, but geese are cold.

The current political news for a few days, Jiujiang carpe diem.

Send to Yu Sheng.

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Ouyang Xiu

The flat sand was covered with snow, and the pontoon broke when traveling.

Sitting on the mountain, I feel blocked and my voice is far away.

Poor yin turns to cold, and acute pain is terrible.

Wild Ji clouds still accumulate, and river ice is not for sale.

Half of Yang Shan's people were there, and the guests in the Los Angeles Club were bored.

Send a message to ask Tao Pengze who invited the basket.

Long rain

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Guo Yin

Gankun air conditioning accumulates, and it doesn't rain every day.

Night after night, the sound of dark anvil pestle came from under the eaves.

Worried about the old farmer in the field, crying on the road.

Head and tail around for ten days, the mud is deep and dirty.

Sometimes it stops, but the clouds still gather.

When the sun shines, I will see Lin Mang in a flash.

Everything is left alone, and it hurts in autumn.

When there is no famine, the Central Plains is still a jackal.

It is particularly difficult to reimburse the rations if they are not filled.

He looked down and the whole world was eclipsed.

Pengcheng tour

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Wen Tianxiang

Even the mountains are surrounded by Lvliang.

Henan is a metropolis, so there is a palace.

Lian Jinmu Yu Yang took a fancy to the males in the north.

Romance of the swallow house in Tang Dynasty, Zhang Jianfeng.

Looking west at Suiyang City, it is only connected with Bianshui.

Taiping Huanglou Fu is still a memorable legacy.

In the past century, Zhengshuo returned to Jiangdong.

The adherents are dying, and foxes and rabbits are everywhere.

I'm from the south, so I'm here to stop.

Therefore, the river is flowing, and the barren city is in autumn.

Sad circus, gaunt giant Buddha peak.

Things have changed, and Ling and Gu are different.

Early is expensive, late is poor.

Multiplication and division believe in physics and feel that everything has hit.

In ancient times, there were wise men who were obsessed with empty worries.

Wake up, lonely Zheng Hong.