Poetry about walking 1. Poetry about walking
Although the problem goes far, I suddenly want to recommend a poem that cherishes the present. I don't know what happened, but I really want to recommend this one.
Now I just want to be quiet.
Lying next to someone,
Let the shadows of clouds in the sky
Thousands of years have passed, just like a day.
We loved and then forgot.
Grow like grass, drill through our fingers,
Drowning our bodies until
It turned into dust, fossils and starry sky.
Leaves rustle and talk to us,
This is the spring birds singing in the distance.
Water flows through families around the world,
People walk through old dreams and abandoned poems, through sunset and broken bridges.
Walking through the debris of our words,
The long night we spent with resentment;
Sing some hoarse and out-of-tune songs,
Smile a smile that will never look back for anyone.
Ah, the plain is expanding,
A road stretches on the forgotten map,
Night after night, I changed my style in the dark,
Turn into candles and burn our own vanity.
Stop telling stories about strangers;
It's just crickets gnawing at pillows.
Not to mention the persistence of past lives and Sun Moon.
The sand clock is turning, turning over the deserted gv 10.
Migratory birds fly in the dusk light,
So a season comes sadly,
After singing, it sang again.
The world has disappeared, and it can only be like this.
2. Ancient poems about walking
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can)
(2) there is no way to recover from the heavy mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (land tour)
Surrounded by green hills, there is no road, and suddenly I see Qian Fan looming. (Wang Anshi)
(4) Every year, seeing off guests on Hengtang Road and painting boats in drizzle. (Fan Chengda)
I advise you not to carve stubborn stones, the population on the road is like a monument. (Volume 17)
6. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu)
⑦ Being a wild old man is no longer responsible, and the road is finally tempted by refugees. (land tour)
⑧ The clouds open the Thousand Peaks of Wuxia, and the road turns to Bajiang. (Wu Bentai)
He sometimes sells melons grown in his garden by the roadside and sometimes plants some willows in his secluded place. (Wang Wei)
Attending road climbing out of control, losing power is a great decline. (Han Yu)
3. Poetry describing walking
Tang Li Bai dreamed of climbing Tianmu Mountain.
A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.
However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.
On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.
The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.
The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.
Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.
I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.
Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.
Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.
Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.