Poetry about travel.

1. Nineteen ancient poems

Year: Korea Author: Han Anonymous

The Green Mausoleum is on the cypress, and Leileixi is on the stone.

Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by.

Drink and socialize, talk thick but not thin.

Driving a car, playing the game of Wanhe Luo.

Why are you depressed in Romania? The crown belt is self-contained.

Long winding paths lead to secluded and narrow lanes, and princes live first.

The two palaces face each other at a distance, and the double gap exceeds 100 feet.

Very entertaining, why pretend to be forced?

2. A Journey to Bitter Cold

Year: Wei and Jin Dynasties Author: Cao Cao

The northern army boarded the Taihang Mountain. How difficult it is to climb this high mountain!

Sakamoto Road is a bumpy road with bumpy wheels.

How desolate the trees are! The north wind sounds sad.

When the bear was on the sidewalk, tigers and leopards stood on both sides of the street howling.

The valley is desolate, sparsely populated and covered with heavy snow.

Looking up, the long voice sighed, and the long journey was continuous.

Why is my heart depressed? I want to go back to the East.

The bridge is too deep to enter, and the army is on the road.

Lost in marching, there is no place to stay at night.

Walking, walking, a long day, the tired horse is hungry and hungry.

He walked along the side of the wolves, chopping wood and cutting ice to fill his stomach.

Sadness makes me sad.

3. Ode to the River Liang

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Tan Sitong

How majestic and vast the desert is.

In the sunset, the ground is rustling and the figure is leisurely.

Touch the sword and patrol the wine, elegy and generosity.

Shu fa traveled all over the world and fought in all directions.

If heaven and earth are immortal, there will be frequent clutch.

The road is long in Xiu Yuan, and the unforgettable road is long in Xiu Yuan.

4. Rural work in spring

Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.

If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.