Poetry of travel

In study, work and even life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems. Poetry is a literary form that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. Do you know what kind of poems are good? The following are the travel poems I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

Travel poem 1 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.

Travel Poetry 2 has produced thousands of poems by Qian Qian from ancient times to the present, and each word contains many beautiful scenery on earth, among which there are many poems circulating in Hangzhou West Lake. With this beautiful and concise text, I can see the West Lake, which has a different kind of leisure and elegance.

When I first arrived at the West Lake, I could see the green lotus leaves standing in the water, one after another, or standing or hanging down, full of vitality like elves, in groups of three or five, as if whispering, clusters of lotus leaves. Spread all the way to the horizon, looming, very lovely, this is one of the ten scenic spots of the West Lake, Quyuan Fenglian. Appreciating these beautiful scenery, I can't help but think of Jiangnan's "Lotus leaf is sweet", just five words. Although not gorgeous, it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Go further, and we will arrive in Bai Causeway. Bai Juyi once said: "I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana." . Even Bai Juyi is addicted to it. What is the touching scene like? When we really arrived, we realized that this Bai Causeway spanned the West Lake. Beside the bank, there are not only clear and green lakes, but also many small trees. If spring comes, you can still see peach blossoms in full bloom. The beautiful scenery of dancing willows and swaying branches, even in summer, can take a nap in the shade, which is really leisurely. No wonder Bai Juyi lamented "insufficient travel"!

Go straight along the main road, then turn into a path, and you will arrive at Lin Bu's former residence. This poet, who took Mei as his wife and Holland as his son, also left various poems for the world. "The thin shadow is shallow, and the dusk floats lightly." On a snowy winter afternoon, when you go alone, you can smell the fragrance on your face. The plum blossoms are cold and blooming. This blood red is like the nature of plum blossoms; Proud and strong, facing difficulties.

When I visit Su Causeway, I think of Su Shi's "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy." From ancient times to the present, hundreds of people have come here to observe the beauty of the West Lake and have a glimpse of this scenic spot.

Looking back on the West Lake and enjoying beautiful poems, I feel proud and happy. Isn't it wonderful to explore the world with poetry?

I dreamed about you again.

We play together in beautiful tourist attractions.

There are bright flowers there.

There are scenes similar to amusement parks.

Everything is beautiful and happy.

We took part in a competition.

The opponent is arrogant and rude

However, we won.

So a group of opponents chased us desperately.

I took your hand and hid in the audience of the cinema.

I asked you whether to go to a brighter place or here.

You said this theater is good.

But I suddenly found that the front seat was the child whose opponent was playing.

I rushed out of the cinema with you for safety.

But inadvertently came to a Buddhist place.

It is covered with golden Buddhist symbols, which looks a bit scary.

I hesitated for a long time, but you dragged me into the hall with a smile

Many Buddha statues appeared in front of us.

There are sentences that pray for peace, health, study and career.

I don't know what the psychological reason is.

I actually put my head in my hands and closed my eyes piously.

Pray for good health and academic success.

When I open my eyes, you are as pious as I am.

It seems that I believe in Buddhism.

So I also deeply pray for you and thank you for our friendship.

The dream suddenly changed the scene.

Like the most beautiful valley.

The branches of the vine hang down.

Reflect the light of the mountain stream in the sun

Through the green

You and I look up.

I saw many of my classmates gathered on the mountain.

They welcomed us with smiles and cheers.

The sky presents a picture like a projection slide.

There seems to be a wonderful literary program specially compiled.

The dancing skirt appeared on the screen in the air.

Amazing and beautiful

They celebrate your 2 1 birthday.

Your image appears in the picture on the screen.

You're wearing a white coat

There are endless flowers and ribbons around.

I am amazed by such a beautiful visual picture.

But I was reminded by a classmate: "Isn't this all arranged by you?"

Is it?

I seem to have made such an arrangement, such an activity.

When you look at me again, your eyes are moving.

I feel happy.

It's just that I feel a little strange.

Why are you still celebrating your 2 1 birthday after I celebrated it?

And this is a wonderful birthday celebration planned and organized by my classmates and me?

While I was thinking, my senior took me to another road.

It seems that after a few commonplaces, I left alone.

Just a few seconds. When I get back, you'll be gone.

I visited all the scenic spots.

Including streams, mountains, streams, paths and Woods.

I can't find you.

"My friend, where on earth have you been in such a leisurely and elegant beauty?"

I blame myself and ask about you who disappeared.

Tears are almost dripping.

I think you just disappeared.

I don't know how long.

You call me after me.

Grab my shoulder.

You smile as always.

I shed tears.

what did you say ?

I didn't answer ...

Hold your hand and never let go.

This is my dream trip with you.

I dreamed that I didn't want to wake up.

We left home at half past seven.

Started a very short trip in the day.

He is carrying his newly bought blue schoolbag.

We take the place where the sun rises.

Let time take us slowly on our way.

His little hand clasped mine.

Like a lamb dependent on its mother.

In fact, he doesn't know.

I'm more worried that he will slip away from me.

When you are silent.

He will kick up the pebbles under his feet.

We'll be happy to see it.

Twitter, happily forward.

We will follow a path.

Pull up every blade of grass.

Carefully like turning over last night's dream.

Looking for a few wild flowers forgotten in autumn

Sometimes birds will hover over our heads.

We will also open our arms.

Imagine the freedom to fly.

Sometimes I overlook the distant mountains.

Appreciate its sober laziness.

Or we can sing a children's song together.

His immature voice often takes me there.

Distant childhood

Our destination is in front of a morning glory.

It pouts and waits for us to appear every day.

Purple trumpet image

I am as clever as a child.

The school bus arrived at 7: 45 on time.

We waved goodbye.

Our short trip is over here.

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 the nonsense you place wherever you go.

I am 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.

Travel Poetry 6 At the beginning of July, the weather was not too hot, and everything was a little cold and ignorant, which was suitable for a trip.

Listen to music when you travel. Listening to a concert in the car makes you feel more relaxed and comfortable.

Songs like Eason Chan's My Backpack are too heavy for my trip.

Be sure to listen to some light music when traveling. Such as friends in July, meeting, time flies and so on.

Speaking of the story of July, I remember that the Suba forum in July of 20xx was also very lively. There is reincarnation in the forum. No insomnia. Overthrow Lori. Village girl Mu Zi also announced. . ,。 There are many people waiting for you.

I remember everything. I used June and July to describe the time.

These people have had many stories, which can be described by the word classic at that time.

We met by fate, and this article "Friends in July" came into being.

It's like carrying a backpack on one shoulder and suddenly coming to this place, Suba. I met some friends to talk to.

My one-shoulder backpacking trip began, and many good friends accompanied me on the way. It is so light and cool.

Just like the feeling of traveling to the south of Huizhou in the recent "Send charcoal in the snow", it is novel and fresh.

At that time, writing felt good.

They all introduce different kinds of music. I use Anri Kumaki's Friends of July to sum up what happened.

Listen to that music. I will think of that faint mood. Think about those people. I haven't seen these people for a long time

Only occasionally can I meet one or two, so time has passed and I don't stay for anyone.

July in the lunar calendar is actually not a good day. Of course, I'm not superstitious.

I hope everyone will turn into a little fresh in July and travel with a backpack on one shoulder.

Because I don't like adults with backpacks, but there are many things I can't help.

Put an advertisement by the way. Even if you don't travel. There are many other activities,

You can also watch the football match of the patron saint dream 1000, and you can also watch my basketball game.

Who else will teach me Japanese? If I learn to speak fluent Japanese to scare the coming reincarnation,

"Too gentleman. . Come on, I'll take you to the prosecution, bar owner. " . Ha ha laugh

It seems that the story has just begun. Suzhou always inspires me.

Of course, there is reincarnation, overthrowing Lori.

Spiritual spring without patron saint of insomnia

Let's use Anri Kumaki's Friends in July to connect us.

These are other cities in my heart for the time being.

That mv mainly tells the story of the singer returning to his original school when he grows up.

Just like me, I will visit Suzhou again one day.

Walk from the south gate to the railway station.

Another city where I left temporarily.

Allen, I said no more insomnia. Ha ha laugh

I wonder if the shooting has become more refined recently.

I lost my song, lost sleep, shot the plane, and the thief forced me to hit him.

Actually, I like July very much. July is warm and promising.

For example, as soon as you ask her, she responds.

At some point, you will suddenly be shocked.

Let me introduce you to a girlfriend,

How many beautiful women do you want,

Actually, I didn't even think about it at first,

How good she feels about herself. She introduces her best friends, and introduces you to a few, not one.

That's right. Every summer is the beginning of hope. My first job was today last year.

2 cool early summer

Walking beside the school today, I saw the students wearing cool summer clothes.

Walking in the street, I also saw people wearing short shirts, long skirts and trousers.

Summer is coming, and it will be a hot season with hot air blowing.

Fortunately, it's still cool in early summer, so we should take the time to clean up our mood and make good use of this season.

I also want to write more articles.

Friends in July, fresh beauty, how many flowers bloom in Suzhou. ....

These are my words,

Looking at these names, I have some good feelings. ...

This time last year, I met Xiao Zhi. This time of year, it's still cool and warm, haha.

I always meet people who like to read. I am very lucky.

It must be nice to meet a fresh, cool and warm beauty in early summer.

That day, they were by the window of a bus, wearing white skirts, as white as gardenias in early summer.

She was looking through the words in the book, and you met her.

Will you be in a good mood,

They are all my friends in July,

In this early summer season, open the words "friends in July",

There is also an article with the same words as Haruki Murakami. Will the mood be good?

It turns out that words and early summer are the best match, so I like to write early summer with words.

3 Fresh beauty-memories of summer

In summer, you can listen to Anri Kumaki's Friends in July to awaken the freshness of summer.

Later, I also learned that the person who introduced this song to me was as fresh as this song, and I miss our time together at that time.

The opening song of that song is a fresh start rhythm, like the morning in early summer, and then it sings the freshness of a summer.

In summer, I hope I can listen to this music when I wake up every morning, so that I can have a refreshing day.

On the morning of July, summer woke me up like a fresh beauty. She came to wake me up and show me the scenery in summer.

In my memory, I seem to like summer mornings.

Every morning in summer, everything is not so noisy. Flowers and trees are just beginning to show their dew, making trees greener and flowers more fragrant.

In that morning, if there really was a fresh girl, a fresh girl like Xiao Zhi woke me up in that morning, I would be grateful to her silently.

I silently pray that life will always be so beautiful. Is she my lucky god?

On such a quiet summer morning, after I wake up, it's time to prepare for the day's work.

I should always be a hard worker. Generally speaking, I get up early in the summer morning, so I will prepare a schedule for the day.

In this way, with a good mood, I ended a refreshing day.

Besides, in summer, I will have a good time. I remember I did well in the college entrance examination, and I had many good memories in summer. .....

Many songs of Anri Kumaki are very fresh and comfortable.

You can listen to cicadas in summer carefully, and then open those memories about the wind, summer break and so on.

You must think life is so beautiful, Adasinon,

Friends in July, a truly fresh beauty appeared. Xiao Zhi, are you a goddess?

Travel Poetry 7 Life is like a dream, a luxurious and beautiful dream.

As you can see, what are we pursuing?

This is a place for a wedding party.

Or fame, power, anything you want.

Life is a dream, a dream of pursuing happiness with its own leadership.

In Yu He, there are also humble animals, and there are animals that they slide down.

The desires in the world are really complicated and difficult to understand.

My parents and relatives all hinder me from pursuing happiness and enjoying it.

Even a dream should be dominated by yourself.

With greed, we forget our childhood dreams when we grow up.

Chasing fame, status and money.

When we grow up, we have our own children.

Like parents in childhood, they expect too much from their children.

I imposed my unfulfilled expectations on my children.

This kind of thing often happens.

Your own dreams, your own leadership, and flying your wings.

Let yourself find happiness from flying.

Break through the bondage and let your soul be baptized.

Let yourself get your own happiness and pursuit in your dreams.

Make yourself the master of life.

In your short life, you should make your own decisions.

Make yourself the master of life.

There is no right or wrong in this book, but more people are right and become wrong.

Go your own way and let others talk.

Poetry of travel 8 Dad's travel bag,

Full of hiking pride.

Bring back the laughter of green mountains and green waters,

The feelings of blue sky and white clouds.

Exotic amorous feelings embrace it warmly,

Places of interest send food.

Jinyang stretched his muscles,

Wind and rain washed away its fatigue all the way.

It cuts and pastes the colorful beauty of nature,

Preserve endless cells of civilization,

Edited into a wonderful speech,

In his spare time, he proudly broadcasts to the stars.

Poetry of travel 9 I often think, what kind of travel is a trip that touches the soul? Is it a dream? Is it about love? Or is it a pursuit? Reading? Does it count? Although you can't enjoy all the spring flowers and autumn moons in Qian Shan? However, I am free to indulge in the world of words.

Love? Does it count? Although you can't stay drunk? At least touched the soul of life. Live and die together. Okay, let's get down to business. Let me share my travel experience with you.

First, read a poem to everyone.

Every time I think about it,

There is a person I love in the world.

I cried.

At this time, I am the sweetest, quietest, strongest and most fearless.

Every time I think about it,

This person is you.

The only you in this life, irreplaceable you.

I cried.

At this time, the sun lit up my heart.

Tears fell happily in the quietly passing breeze.

Every time I open my notebook and read this poem, my world is full of rain.

This poem was written by the lover I once loved. It always reminds me of three trips in my life.

Perhaps, traveling is a dream for me. Living in a lonely spiritual world. The three trips in my life are all for poetry, for an undeserved fate that can't be erased in my life.

The first trip is to Hongjiang Ancient Mall. It's March and it's raining. The sky in the ancient shopping mall is wet, the alley is wet and the heart is wet. A whole month. No, it never stops. It was drizzling, Gu Xiang. Because of poetry, I met the aestheticism in life.

At that time, I didn't know the fate. It started with rain and ended with rain.

The second trip was in the winter a year later. For my dream, he accompanied me to Nanyue. And my dream is very simple, holding the hand of the love of my life, prostrating myself before the Buddha and seeking the eternity of my life. However, dreams are dreams after all, and life is life after all. The sudden snowstorm hindered our long-cherished wish. At that time, I didn't know that fate had already doomed this life when I failed to reach the top.

The third trip was in the early summer of the following year. Our love continues warmly because of poetry and romantic feelings. I was in Shenzhen, and he was still studying. He often says that he really wants to go to the seaside together. Listen to the surging of the sea and see the blue of the sea. For his dream, I left my job and went to see the sea with him. However, when I took the wrong train, I remembered my first unfulfilled dream in a panic.

I comfort myself in fear, it will be fine, it will be fine. This is just a small accident, which means nothing.

I walked several times until I finally met him, until we held hands on the coast, and I was still worried.

I'm beginning to worry about our future.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to be so good that I inadvertently lost him.

On the last long-distance roaming, his choice became the most heartless and emotional farewell in my life. He said, I am in such good health that I will lose you sooner or later. In that case, it's better to have a long pain than a short one.

What can I do if this is predestined? If this is a disaster, I can only accept it in secret.

Later, I often thought that if life did not have that misty and rainy trip to the ancient city, maybe there would not be such an unforgettable dream trip. There will be no subsequent panic-stricken sea trip.

Three trips, beautiful, full of hope but lost hope.

Three trips were as heavy as a stone. The wrong journey of life.

The unforgettable past is only poetry and memories.

Perhaps, our love journey,

You can't escape fate after all.

I looked through all the thick dictionaries.

But I still can't find words to describe you.

It's a butterfly that landed at my fingertips.

With the fragrance of southern flowers

Infiltrated my heart. Gently face my pillow.

Hair like moonlight, dancing elves, dancing in front of my eyes.

You just smile and look back.

But it lit up my lonely light in the dark.

Where you walk, the ice floor is open.

Flowers are your soft skirts.

Brush away my dry eyes and give me dreamlike vision.

Can I forget you?

You left that unknown fragrance by accident.

Pull me to pursue, and there is no end.

Plum blossoms in winter have not fallen, but cherry blossoms in spring are waiting to bloom.

I have a little snow in my hand because you will never leave.

Although your figure has gradually drifted away.

Leave me with thoughts like rings.

Through the changes of the four seasons, year after year.

I am accompanied by endless memories and half-idiotic dreams.

I let go of the butterfly that stopped at my fingertips.

I hope it flies to your side.

Take away my endless blessings.

Through your fairy hair

The ice is even parked at your place.

Tell you my thoughts gently.

If it comes back with a light spot,

I'll take that as your answer.

You have never forgotten me.