Poetry about the development of trains

1. Poems about trains 1

The train is shaking.

Drive into a dark tunnel

People are shaking.

Drive through a dark tunnel

Reach your dream destination.

2

The train leaves from here.

Sail to different places

People put themselves

From a city

Move to another city

three

Friction between wheels and tracks

Mao Mao's voice keeps ringing.

A man awake.

Deep down in his heart.

There is another sound.

four

Villages, trees and rivers.

Step back.

Familiar things disappear all the way.

Hometown is far away.

And in a more distant foreign land.

five

The train stopped suddenly.

The broadcast sounded: "Comrades of travelers,

The train is adding water. "

People relax.

Drink water and eat in succession.

A short stop on the journey

Bring great surprises to people.

six

The monotonous journey is exhausting.

Finally someone sang a song.

Songs are flowing.

As far away as possible.

Rivers in my hometown

seven

When the city lights flooded into the carriage.

The train stopped.

Some people left.

others

I'm leaving after all.

2. The poem about the train is 1, sunny day. Electronic chamber spiral clutch body. Second, return to leadership.

Yongding Wenwen got into the train. Go deep into the sea. I am ecstatic and colorful. The cave is hazy. Cover the golden boy tightly and make moonlight.

3. Driving a train in Lapras, Chi Di, the clear sky burned out the sunset glow.

4, the stone is cool, less {left soil and high right} to see the melon.

In the south, there is a god named Zhu Rong with red cheeks and red lips.

6, whip into the sea to drive the red dragon, and the train will burn the sky.

7, thousands of times, like one, the flame burns the world.

8, nine miles and nine steams, boiling all over the world.

9, the stone is open, and the world is in the red furnace.

10, Geshan is wet and rainy, and Luowan pomelo is muddy and windless.

1 1, Zhu Rong and Zhu Rong are not too cool, and heaven is cold and bitter.

12, watch the young man urge the melon to try his best to dispel the cool breeze.

3. What are the poems about trains? 1. "Train"

Author: Yan Fei 20 15 August 19

It seems that it has always been like this.

Looking up, the train is coming slowly.

In a trance, the train has jumped behind.

As I pay attention to the time.

It seems the same.

Trains always seem to go one way.

Same as time.

Line up and drive back.

Meet me

Pass me by again.

Trains, like this, one after another.

Pass by me.

I sat there.

It seems that time is still the same.

Nothing seems to have changed.

2. Train

Author: Lin Fei 20 17 September 17

Walking in the sunset with the breeze,

The passengers on the train are still talking happily.

But when I look down, there is only my shadow.

Where is your shadow?

Whenever one recalls the past,

Only to find that I now seem to have become

A lonely traveler in the dark,

No, I am definitely not. Just me.

I can't find the Iraqi I'm waiting for.

Look at passers-by in pairs,

I had to wait at the station,

Waiting for that figure to appear,

Never leave, stay with me forever.

A train around the world!

When can you bring her back to me?

Another train has arrived and she hasn't come back yet.

I had to close my eyes again,

Into a dream just me and her.

The train passed by my door.

Author: Zong Cong 2065438+June 24, 2005

The high-speed train passes by my door.

I'm in the train.

I am close to the chair at home.

I'm not in the room.

There is no platform in front of my house.

I can't come back until I leave first.

A person cannot occupy two territories at the same time.

Either the train or the house.

Unless my house is big enough.

The train can enter the room.

4. The heart flies with the train

Author: Eagle with Green Wings 2065438+August 23, 2007

Lange gang

I miss you very much.

Infatuated heart

Fly by train

Autumn is thick as fog.

Put the whole train

Surround tightly

Crystal white dew

Light up your dreams.

My yiren

Still far away

The heart flies with the train

Shortened my melancholy last night.

You smile like a flower.

Open on the land of memory

My green wechat

Pass the pink heart

At this moment, your emotional lake

Is it the dragonfly of my message?

point out

rippling with green wavelets

5. Late train

Author: Fan Zhongzhou 20 17 09 02

Start from the starting point and go all the way.

The train rumbled to its destination.

Fixed station, different passengers.

They all hope to arrive on time.

Someone is waiting for the late train.

Some people are willing to never end.

I love your life deeply.

Like a late train.

Driving through the rainy season of youth

Failing to reach your heart in time

I've been flying forward all these years

You will always be my unchanging destination.

Honey, I believe this train.

Love and tears full of missing.

Although it's a little late.

Still moving in your direction.

Note: Some modern poems have no punctuation marks.

4. A new poem about taking a train (Poetry Group) ◆ It is very touching to take a train after Ceng Ming China/Beihai leaves town, but you have to take it when you leave town. It is a feeling that he doesn't take it, and it is another feeling to take it. Life is so old by train ◆ Ceng Ming China/Beihai Heart is getting older and older with the wind. Those voices haven't changed. It's appearance, it's thought, it's the dream you've been pursuing all your life. Old ideas are your most mature articles. Drinking ◆ Ceng Ming, China/Beihai, when a line of fiery red slips into the stomach, all the five flavors of life linger in the chaotic heat wave to sober up ◆ Ceng Ming, China/Beihai, when they wake up, those dreams have changed in the flowery years ◆ Ceng Ming, China/Beihai, how many times have they heard of wine? Good vows never hear the truth, only when the wine wakes up. Ceng Ming China/Beihai If you think of a sentence, it's poetry. When you think repeatedly, the excitement in your heart is your happiest moment. Ceng Ming China/Beihai However, when everything changed, you added a sentence that made life smile every day. This is a reminder in life. In Ceng Ming, China/Beihai, the sun shines strongly, and the earth begins to embrace life, soft but permeated with endless tenacious thoughts. It is a powerful weapon that can destroy darkness and change dynasties.

5. Poems about railways Three railway poems

The winding Xia Ying line.

A lot of ideas

From the other side of the sea

fly past

But it didn't fall ...

Trajectory arc

Pull out from the weight of the warhead

In the sky of 1956

Stretch for a few months

Then land on the ground.

Some hang in the canyon.

-Beat around the bush

Some are built on the edge of cliffs.

-The road turns to the top of the mountain. ...

People gave it a nice name.

-Xia Ying Line

So, we have been marching on this road until now.

It seems to be wary of being in a bunker at war.

-Be careful to squeeze through the wall that blocks your view.

Hundreds of meters away

Must be careful. ...

Daheshan qingsi

The farthest memory textbook along the railway.

I saw Daheshan Station.

Strange scenery

There was an imaginary volcanic eruption.

The surrounding mountains.

Like lava rushing through the years.

Put a hundred meters station.

Solidify into a permanent swan song

The most is the true face of the mountain peak.

The station will turn apricot yellow into wild lily.

Like a young girl.

Tenderness became a fairy tale.

Beauty becomes meditation. ...

Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the tunnel.

Whistling into a wisp of dyed cloud

The signal flag waved a line of male poems.

Skim the station

Instantly collected by another cave ...

Time bar daheshan station

Flowing into an old nostalgia.

Flowing into a poem full of pure feelings

Memories of my seclusion

Bright and bright!

The train was diverted.

Leaving a silent and tragic gallop, a section of the road has become a fossil.

Dust-laden sleepers, such as animal bones.

Show a narrative of a southern mountainous area that has weathered into some words.

What about those whistles that brushed the sky?

What about the wheels that shake the earth?

What about the once brilliant concerto? They are all like dreams of rocks.

And the chirping of sunbirds

The precipitation of history and the tranquility in the poet's singing.

The train diverted to unload a glory.

Railways always live for speed and live for faster time.

And leave room for moonlight and grass.

And the eternal time in lovers' lingering. ...

The train changed course, clanking and singing wildly.

Just in time.

Chasing hide and seek ...

6. A poem about the train The train of life (poem) Not long ago, I read a book and compared life to a trip. Life is like a trip. Getting on and off the bus has to go through countless times. Sometimes there are accidents, sometimes unexpected surprises, sometimes unforgettable sadness ... When you were born, we boarded the train of life. We thought the two people we met for the first time-it's a pity that our parents will always accompany us through the journey of life. That was not the case. They will get off at a station and leave us alone. Their love and their irreplaceable company will never be discovered again ... Nevertheless, there will be others on the bus, some of whom have special significance to us ... Among them, there are our brothers and sisters, our relatives and friends, and we will experience an eternal love story. Some people on the same bus travel easily, while others run around on the train, ready to help those in need ... After many people get off the bus, other passengers will remember them forever ... but some people leave their seats. However, no one has noticed that sometimes a fellow traveler who is affectionate to you sits in another carriage. You must stay away from him and continue your journey. Of course, you can stagger through your own carriage and find him in another carriage on the journey ... It's a pity that you can't sit next to him anymore, because this position has been occupied by others ... It doesn't matter. The journey is full of challenges, dreams, hopes and parting ... just can't turn back. Try to make your journey pleasant, be kind to all the passengers you meet during the journey, and find the bright spots in people. Always remember: some people will hesitate in a certain journey because we will hesitate ourselves. We must understand others, because we need their understanding. The secret of life is: where do we get off? Where do our friends get off? I often wonder: will I miss it when I get off the bus? I think I will still be separated from my friends. I'll be miserable. Let the children go alone. I will feel sad. I firmly hope that we can meet again at the terminal where we all need to reach. My child got on the bus and had no luggage. If I can leave good memories in their bags, I will feel happy. After I get off the bus, my fellow travelers can still remember that I miss me. I will feel happy and dedicate it to you. My life on the train. Have a nice trip.

7. What is the poem "Song of the Train" about the train? It gives you the speed you want, but it is not where you want to go.

This is somewhat frustrating and confusing. You said Yunfu South, I said Sunrise East.

Maybe it's the same, but the train runs fast. In the drizzle, it was twisted so fast! How can I not doubt that the train is running happily? We must ignore the iron products of the track itself, which are as easy to rust, corrode and loosen as our bodies.

If you are not careful, you will jump off the branch. It is either barren or painful. If you have a pair of scissors in your hand, you are hesitant to buffer the gap between heaven and earth, and the lights are flashing. The dark night can't be explained by the illusion that faces emerge in time through the dark green train window glass. The train quickly and coolly passes through the snow-capped mountain acupoints of the lung of the forest and races with flying sheep on the fragrant grassland. In the process of interpreting the For Next statement, the music also curled up, and the seven-hole bone flute and the eight-hole clay were used as transparent solvents to melt the silent guqin scale. The lines are arranged in humorous password strings. On the edge of the password box, an elegant finger flew over and stayed above the OK key. Someone was standing on the smooth top of the carriage. The wind blows the white cloak with totem and the long black hair set each other off. There are no clouds in Wan Li, but there are no water drops. All the petals fall, and the sword eyebrows wear clouds. The smile stretches for thousands of miles, the unrestrained singing challenges the illusory height, and the deadly passion exposes the old lies. The chivalrous man long ago was alienated into the middle class who kept changing jobs by the spirit called unemployed chivalrous man today. If I want to do it, I can do it, so why not? Look at the gentleman holding a birdcage strolling slowly on the edge of the annual ring. The old bell tower is screaming desperately during the weathering process. They are watching the so-called hooligan of the rich boy who can play the piano. He stood on the high-speed train and disappeared into the classics. The end of the unknown light in the Institute of Classical Physics. The train at 2 am is still awake at 2 am Beijing time. The southbound train didn't sleep. It runs like hell and whispers. There are some living people sitting in the last carriage. They are called people who sleep like monks. There is no spark lamp in Wan Li at night, and even the figure of mountain charm is breathing. Heartbeat and feeling are swallowed up by the dead silence. The train is running and humming. A man has a hole in his head and is still on fire. The legendary eyes of the strange man came directly. In the dark, they eat people. In the evening, they retreated a little. I heard nothing overhead. A fly hit the glass as if I were awake and hazy. A hell is running and buzzing, as if it were a century's listening. Then some bodies began to stand. Ghostly rotating shadows, some vocal cords screamed and announced something. Some suitcases and handbags knocked down from the luggage rack and walked away. Some dark shadows came in and sat like monks. Some hands are swinging wildly outside the window. Some hands were shaking wildly in the car. The legendary monster's eyes came straight for its prey in the dark, as if to eat people. So I closed my eyes, endured the numbness of half a toe, sat like a monk's hell, and began to run, whispering in this silent night of life and death.

8. Poetry buffer about trains

There is a gap between heaven and earth.

The lights flashed again and again, and the night was dark

About indescribable hallucinations

The surrounding scenery

Pass this dark green train.

The face on the window glass coincides with it.

train

A fast and cool train

Snow-capped mountain acupuncture points penetrating the lung of forest.

Race with flying sheep on the fragrant grassland

The crystal orbit is an infinite extension of the next sentence.

In the process of interpretation, the soundtrack also sounded.

Seven-hole bone flute and eight-hole mud bowl are used as transparent solvents.

Melted the rippling cricket and the silent guqin.

Miyachi symbols are arranged line by line with humorous codes.

The train sped past the edge of the code box.

Elegant fingers like orchids

Stay above the OK button.

Someone was standing on the smooth roof of the carriage.

The wind is blowing a white cloak with a totem.

It contrasts with long black hair.

Cloudless rain in Wan Li.

There are no water drops, but all the petals are deep red.

Knife eyebrows wear clouds, and smiles stretch for thousands of miles.

Bold singing challenges the illusory height.

Fatal passion debunks old lies.

The chivalrous man who lived a long time ago is called an unemployed man today.

Chivalry is alienated into a middle class that keeps changing jobs.

If I want to do it, I can do it, so why not?

Look at the gentleman with a birdcage strolling slowly around the annual rings.

The ancient bell tower shouted in despair during the weathering process.

They watched the rich young so-called hooligans play the piano.

He stood on the high-speed train.

Disappear at the end of the unknown light in classical physics