The willow on the river head is as white as snow, and pedestrians on the river urge goodbye.
If you want to take a long trip, you can't afford to fly.
There are more flowers flying this year than last year. When will they be returned?
Recite Jiang Yan's fu affectionately, as by the Peach Blossom Pond.
I hope you come back in the evening, and I hope you don't leave Zhangzhou too far.
Look at the catkins mercilessly, go with the wind and turn around.
Selected travel inspirational poems II: Jia
I have been in my hometown for many years, and I have a kind heart and a kind nature.
Only worry about the rivers and lakes, why worry about traveling far?
Burn money and drink, pray for the wind, chase lovers west, chase east.
A floating family is carefree, and its name is not in the official register.
The big ship craggily paddles, and the big woman can sing and the little woman can dance.
Qiting wine is sold every day, and I don't know the bitterness of human parting.
There are many prostitutes on both sides of the Yangtze River, and thousands of families pass by at will.
Life is like Jia, except for the storm.
Selected Poems of Inspirational Travel III: Cangjiang Farewell to Liu Xizhi's Guangxi Constitution
The eyes are dim and the sails are light, and the drunken flowers are sent away for a long journey.
On the Wan Li River, an official said goodbye, and Chu Yunxiang paid a visit to Bian Cheng.
The ridge behind the door is cold and green, and the post trees greet the boat with rain and sunshine.
This trip is promising, and my heart is like a jade pot.
Selected Travel Inspirational Poems IV: Coming to Liangzhou
General Luo opened a yamen in Shilicheng and stationed troops here.
The mountain is connected with the Millennium tiger array, and the land is connected with Longsha.
Spring grass is green on the horse, and the villagers are singing.
Just because there is no bonfire at the border, I forgot that Guanshan is a long trip.
Selected Poems of Inspirational Travel 5: Smelling the neighboring ship playing the flute
When the river is empty and the moon is cold, it is white. Who plays the flute at night?
Staggered Chu to Wuyin, it must be a passer-by in Jiangnan.
Wan Li in the south of the Yangtze River did not return, and it was clearly stated in the flute, and his temples were full of flowers.
The willows on the broken embankment have been broken, so don't blow off the leading flowers.
Selected Poems of Inspirational Travel 6: Sending Shu Hui back
Every time I leave, I am doubly injured. I travel by horse in autumn.
The guest road is thrilling and lonely, and the home forest is asleep and the ape is broken.
Pearl cliff sunset, the sky is low and the sea is low, and the copper column clouds are cold and rainy.
Recalling the old tour, I was filled with emotion, but I was wrong about the Confucian scholars.