Poetry about bicycles 1. What are the poems about bicycles?
The poems about cycling are: Tang's "To the Frontier": Riding wants to ask about the border, returning to China and living for a long time. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
I want to go to the border crossing by bike, and the country I pass by has passed my residence. Thousands of miles of cornices also floated out of Sai Han, and the geese heading north soared in the sky. Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset on the endless Yellow River is round. When you meet detective knight in Xiaoguan, tell me that Duhu is already in Yanran.
"Make it in the Shanzhai" is contained in The Whole Tang Poetry 126. This poem depicts the difficult situation of the frontier fortress and expresses the author's sadness and loneliness of wandering around the world. "I want to ask over there by bike", so I took a light bus. The place I went to was: "I am a country that has lived for a long time." Juyan is now in the northwest of Zhangye County, Gansu Province, far from the northwest frontier. The poet compares himself to "Peng" and "Yan", saying that he came out of the floating "grass" and entered the "Hutian" like a "wild goose" flapping its wings to the north. In ancient poetry, flying over the eaves and walking over the wall is often used as a metaphor for a wandering wanderer, but here it is a metaphor for a minister with a court mission, who is secretly writing the poet's inner anger and depression. It echoes the "bicycle" in the first sentence. The trip to Wan Li took only ten words. Then it describes the typical scenery in the desert: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." The last two sentences are written to arrive at the frontier fortress: "Small clearance to ride, all protection in Yanran." When I arrived at the frontier fortress, I didn't see the general. The scouts told the special envoy that the general was at the front.
Wang Wei, a poet in Tang Dynasty. The word stroke. His father was originally from Qi (now Shanxi) and later moved to Yongji West, Shanxi, becoming a Hedong native. Kaiyuan (year number of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, 713-741) was a scholar. Tired officials give things. An Lushan rebels were hired when they were trapped in Chang 'an. After the chaos, they were demoted to Prince Zhongyun. After the official to ministers right cheng, so also known as Wang Youcheng. In his later years, he lived in Wangchuan, Lantian, and lived an honest and secluded life. Poetry is as famous as Meng Haoran and is called "Wang Meng". In the early stage, I wrote some frontier poems, but the most important one was landscape poems, which promoted hermit life and Buddhism through the description of pastoral landscapes. Exquisite objects, vivid descriptions and unique achievements. He is also proficient in music, painting and calligraphy. This is Wang Youcheng.
2. Poems about horseback riding
Author: Seven Ways of Solitary Smoke in the Desert/Riding Qi City (One East Rhyme)
A hundred miles journey, driving an iron horse, straight to Nenjiang. The wind adds fun to the body, and butterflies in the distance flutter into the eyes.
Laugh and wave your pride at the castle peak, but don't be a vulture. Don't talk about the favor and humiliation of the dusty road. A pulse of heart fragrance is accompanied by the sun. Lv Qi/Rider (Erdongyun)
The iron horse is a hundred miles long, and the green hills are as charming as me. Lay a green carpet and embed it in the lake, and embroider it with red flowers to line the trees.
Laughing at the fragrant pool surprised the water passengers, and the feelings flew to the winding path to show their eyebrows. The breeze gently steps on the heart tide and is full of poetry.
Lv Qi/Qiqi encountered heavy rain on the way home (Sanjiang rhyme)
Clouds turn rhyme, ink rain turns river, wind helps sound, and thunder helps cavity. The wetland is covered with petals, and the painted beams gather in an instant.
Flexing and advancing, heart and collar, parting, joys and sorrows, skinny. Pour the wine into the jar without pomp.
Qiyun/City Cycling (Sanjiang Yun) (vermicelli face)
The morning breeze blows across the three rivers, refreshing, winding and secluded, filled with smoke. The green grass gently shakes the fields, the forest is foggy and swallows fly.
The real deficiency and boldness depend on wheels, and the bitterness and joy depend on force. Go straight to the clouds to laugh, and the donkey sweats and drinks thousands of altars.
Lv Qi/Chasing Team on Red Lake (Four Rhymes)
Three strokes can't burn out, and the car beams sweat. Tread on the dusty road and turn it into a poem of wilderness pioneers.
Bitterness and pleasure are released at will, but they can't persist unintentionally. When the bicycle gallops, autumn rain and spring breeze let me ride.
Riding on the big edge of Dandong in Changbai Mountain
Lv Qi/Qiha City (220km)
Oil city flows gold in August, driving Danxia thin sentence to find. Reed leaves comb herons, Qionghua plants hide bees.
How many leisure worries about Qiu Jiang, chivalrous three points muddy wine spilled. Straight down to the ice city for 200 miles, I am dressed neatly and must sing.
One of the feelings of riding a slope in Lv Qi
A journey of a thousand miles, a thousand miles a day, and a thunderstorm in an instant. Pond willow by the clear water, Silent Hill idolize.
Mountains come and go, the scenery is different, the clouds are gone, and the sky is light. Majestic passers-by are full of lofty sentiments.
Seven Laws of Climbing/Feeling (2)
The peak is high and the steep slope is light, and the Wan Li fluctuates continuously. Knowing people is small, difficult, and bitter is young.
Emotion can recite poetry, and no ambition can compare with wind and rain. Riding a flying dust wanderer laughs, and the vicissitudes of life are free.
Thoughts on riding in the rain in Baihe Town, Klang Erdao, Ganzhou
The sour wind cuts and dyes the autumn mountain, and the branches are yellow and tender. Gradually, the peaks and turns, birds singing and water easy, Liubo rippling.
In full view, the sword whistled. It was bleak and rainy all the way, and my shirt was soaked. Several degrees of cloud elimination
Clouds gather, one step at a time, laughing at the flowers. Despite the ups and downs, a little heart Dan. Step on the dust carelessly.
Spread fanaticism, find poems and raise wine. Infatuated love, bamboo wind and plum music, singing all over the south.
Xiangzi's Riding on the Mountain
The water quality is clear and the therapeutic value is high. Autumn is wide and wild geese are singing. On the branches of the grass, it is yellow and tender. more
Lying in the distant mountains, quiet in the small village, and fragrant fruits and vegetables. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the mountains are vertical and horizontal. Pedestrian's place, hero's chest
Healthy. Qian Shan is full of water and worships every day. Let the wind and rain blow in an instant.
Xiangzi crosses Fengyeling Tunnel.
The tunnel is full of yin qi. The wind shivered with cold. It's hard to argue when a car sounds like a policeman. feel
My heart is pounding, my legs are stiff and my neck is tense. The wheels are smooth, rain or shine. Just life, bright and flat.
Ping. Wake up in time and support in adversity. Ask you what's wrong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you.
A four-line poem
Drink the west wind when you are hungry, and the river when you are drunk. Laughter will turn hardships into carrots. The world of mortals drifted in my dream and sang for me all over the castle peak.
3. Poetry about bicycles
1. I miss you in the past, 17 years old, your little temper, your little finger, your bike, the wind aroused by your smile, and our beauty.
2. Stepping on a bicycle, riding the wind and looking at the big flowers, all kinds of gorgeous colors come into view, the corners of the mouth rise unconsciously, and every bone is screaming happily.
3. Seeing her today, she still looks so free and easy after cycling here! Yes, we will eventually become strangers, just like today, after a brief encounter …
I don't know where I will go. I just want to ride my bike and become a pedestrian who seems to have a place to go.
I left my thin youth there. 17 years old, I rode my bike and whistled away.
6. Think of the girl riding a bicycle across the river bank and her umbrella, a youth with no end, as light as water.
7. I always fantasize that one day, I will ride a bike with my guitar on my back, stay away from the noise of this city and really embrace freedom.
8. Bicycles, flowers, light and shadow, warm air. You see, time is so beautiful because of your clear and gentle eyebrows under the flower tree.
4. Poetry about bicycles
1. I miss you in the past, 17 years old, your little temper, your little finger, your bike, the wind aroused by your smile, and our beauty.
2. Stepping on a bicycle, riding the wind and looking at the big flowers, all kinds of gorgeous colors come into view, the corners of the mouth rise unconsciously, and every bone is screaming happily. 3. Seeing her today, she still looks so free and easy after cycling here! Yes, we will eventually become strangers, just like today, after a brief encounter … 4. I don't know where I will go. I just want to ride my bike and become a pedestrian who seems to have a place to go.
I left my thin youth there. 17 years old, I rode my bike and whistled away. 6. Think of the girl riding a bicycle across the river bank and her umbrella, a youth with no end, as light as water.
7. I always fantasize that one day, I will ride a bike with my guitar on my back, stay away from the noise of this city and really embrace freedom. 8. Bicycles, flowers, light and shadow, warm air.
You see, time is so beautiful because of your clear and gentle eyebrows under the flower tree.
5. Beautiful sentences about bicycles or bicycles
Bicycle sentence: That bicycle has a white and green body and round wheels, just like hot wheels at the foot of Nezha in mythology. It seems that as soon as you sit on it, it takes you everywhere.
Good joke: Mom has a small and exquisite "Flying Goose" 24 bike. It looks very chic in a light blue dress and white yarn.
It has a curved handle, like a pair of antelope horns. On the head, there is a pair of black gloves, as if wearing a pair of black gloves.
The steel wire brake bends and rolls up like two dragons wrapped around the handlebar. When the bell is gently pressed, the sound of "Ding Rinrin" is crisp and pleasant.
There is a flying pigeon painted on the straight beam, which seems to fly briskly in the blue sky of the motherland. The chair is dark and soft, like sitting on a sofa, which is very comfortable. Look: How small these wheels are! Hey! Don't underestimate it, it is the most important. Although the wheel is small, it is strong, full and powerful.
This bike is light and handy, which brings a lot of happiness to my mother.
6. Describe bicycles with three ancient poems
The good can be done by yourself, and the weak is like love.
Envy his BMW partner, and worry about my tears. Is there a shelter from the rain and a flashlight to light the road?
Recently, bans are still common, and it is a great honor to be in China. -Seven-tone Bicycle (Part II) Who will carry my poems in the vast land; Who will accompany me when I wander around?
Early spring in the south, reading flowers; The winter in northern Xinjiang is long, the temperature is warm and the frost and snow are mixed; The east coast is hot in summer, cool and fishy; The cool autumn in Xiling symbolizes the vicissitudes of leaves. The car shook at four o'clock and the world turned cold.
The combination of people and cars makes my hands and feet calm; The curtain mat of heaven and earth purifies my body and mind. My It's a Wonderful Life! The sun is shining, the clouds are floating, riding a bike, and taking some time to relax.
Free and easy. Enjoy, enjoy the cool breeze blowing head-on, enjoy the fresh air of the tree-lined greenway, enjoy the fragrant smell of wild flowers on the roadside, and enjoy the leisure and elegance in the moment of moving forward.
Turn the troubles in your stomach into sweat and disperse with the wind. Turn dreams into motivation, step by step and be honest with each other.
Discard, the impetuousness of the city, put aside, the vanity of copper smell. Step on it, live a contented life, enjoy it and ride a bike.
You gave me a pair of solid footboards and let me climb the mountains of the world. You, my hope, have dispelled the shadow in my heart.
You are my faith, guiding my life. You are my life, you are my life.
You, just an ordinary bicycle, have pushed me into a glorious life course. (5th place) Triangle Tang Qiang, a simple interpretation of happiness; The two wheels turn slowly, dancing the ideal wings.
The willow is dark and the flowers are bright, and the trip to Xiapi is colorful; The morning light carries dreams, and the shadow stays in the world. Who has a strong character and never gets tired of rugged mountains; Who drinks and exposes, calmly wading into the distance.
Auspicious color, green all over the north and south seasons; Qin Ling's sky is full of mountains and rivers, Wan Li. Show public welfare to the world and nourish the world with vitality.
(6) Qingqi as a means of transportation; Take the countryside through the countryside and take a winding path to a secluded place. I felt many emperors' chariots and horses, from Zhuge to herding cattle.
The speed of the situation is arbitrary, and you can chase it with two wheels. Safe and free, not afraid of life.
7. What are the poems about travel?
1. Tang Xu's "Returning to Work on the Same Day"
Cui Yihong Pavilion is near Yujing, and the dream soul is still in Qingcheng Mountain.
I came out to see the scenery of mountains and rivers, but they saw me.
2. Don Meng Jiao's "Youfangkou"
Step by step, Wan Li Road. Pretend to be lonely in order to shoot the scenery.
Taihang Mountain is green and high, and its mouth is green and floating. Obviously there is no bottom mirror, I usually forget gulls.
3. On Tang Calligraphy by Tang Jiadao
The pool is full of wind bamboo, which is refreshing from time to time. The chicken's voice is the same. The picture shows the truth of the old monk.
A few steps in the month, flowers bloom in the neighborhood. Jianghu is conscious that you can't wear a headscarf.
4. Tang Menghao's "Going to the Gorge to Send My Brother"
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.
5. Don Lulun's Yao in the Messenger Country
Zhu Zanxu turned to wait for officials, and the apes and birds were silent. Chu received only a small amount of money,
It is difficult for the Han family to graze well. Copper and lead can be rich in mountains, but geese are cold.
The current political news for a few days, Jiujiang carpe diem.