Poetry about walking: ancient poetry.

1. Mount Tianmu in a Dream, an ancient poem about walking.

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.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.

When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?

A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.

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Tao Yuanming

Leshan Mountain, a wise man, is picturesque,

The benevolent enjoys endless water.

Have a glass of wine and take your time.

A cup of tea is simple.

A drizzling stone bridge,

Small bamboo raft with rippling spring breeze.

No bright moon, no flowers dancing alone at night,

My mind is full of poems and books.

Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (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. Li Bai, an ancient poem about walking-"Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, where the water and fog are hidden in inaccessible places.

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. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling.

The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain.

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face. Untitled Tao Yuanming, a wise man, Leshan Mountain is picturesque, and benevolent people enjoy endless water.

Have a drink and a cup of tea, and take your time. Small stone bridges with drizzle and small bamboo rafts with spring breeze.

There is no bright moon and flowers dancing solo at night, and I am full of poems and books.

4. What ancient poems describe "walking" and then he disappeared at the corner, leaving only hoofprint?

-Don Cen Can's Interpretation of Snow White in Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home: Then he disappeared at the next corner of the pass, leaving only the meaning of hoofprint, turning around and never seeing you again. There is a row of horseshoe prints on the snow.

There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -Interpretation of Song Luyou's "Traveling to Shanxi Village": Mountains overlap with water, and there seems to be no way to go.

Suddenly the willow shade is deep, and flowers and a small village are in front of me. To make a metaphor, when people are in trouble, they suddenly find the hope and solution ahead.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Don Tu Mu's Interpretation of Qingming Festival: On this day, it was drizzling in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people who traveled on the road were confused and desolate, as if they had lost their souls.

There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming. -Wang Song Anshi's "On the River" Interpretation: The mountains on both sides of the strait are winding, and I think there is no road ahead. However, in the distance of the river, I suddenly saw many faint white sails, which gradually passed by.

He sometimes sells melons in his garden by the roadside, and he sometimes plants willows around his villa —— Interpretation of Tang's The Old General: Like an old man, he lived by the roadside to sell melons for people, learned to make pottery, and planted green willows in front of his door. Clear water is a hundred paces, and the world name is Tan Zichi.

Yuqiao Lingyang, who is this pool? Predecessors said Yu, Tan Shupi of this county.

At the end of Kaiyuan, the word Ayi was born. You can talk when you fall to the ground, and you need eyebrows when you are over nine years old.

I don't drink or eat, and I never said I was thirsty and hungry. Leave at 15 o'clock sharp, the fast horse can't catch up.

Twenty years into the mountains, never to return. Gone forever.

-Tang Guo Zhou Fan "Tan Zichi" dementia is as simple as a chicken, and walking is not diminished. Today is a peaceful time, frolicking like a child.

-Liu Kezhuang's "Ten Slogans of Ugly Emperor's Day" Teenagers walk as fast as flying, laugh late and leave late. I should be healthy with you, you are the same as me.

The rapid spread of black rabbits can change the sea and mulberry fields. It is still difficult to achieve great things, not to mention a hundred years of lightning.

To know that this statement is true, it is more important to ask Ma Gu. -Song Shiwen's "Youth Walk" is free and easy, walking quietly and leisurely.

Leaning on a stick, I slowly hung my wide sleeves. Ren, linger, stay away from the fragrant wind, and seduce with the green fog.

Suddenly hold your head up and hold your chest high, and don't care to meet Tian Jingxiu. See tsing yi, call hands in mid-air.

Then he told Yu and Hugh to stop chasing and pointed to the depths of the white clouds, where there were immortals. -Wang Yuan's "Guo Laner Slow and Easy" As a wild old man, he has no responsibility, and there are refugees in the road who will eventually be tempted.

-"Mixed Spring" by Song Luyou.

5. The ancient poem "Tan Zichi" describing walking Time: Tang Author: Guo stepped into the water one hundred times, whose world name is Tan Zichi.

Yuqiao Lingyang, who is this pool? Predecessors said Yu, Tan Shupi of this county.

At the end of Kaiyuan, the word Ayi was born. You can talk when you fall to the ground, and you need eyebrows when you are over nine years old.

I don't drink or eat, and I never said I was thirsty and hungry. Leave at 15 o'clock sharp, the fast horse can't catch up.

Twenty years into the mountains, never to return. Parents have a deep memory, and hometown is a sacred place.

In the spring of the first year of Dali, this son came and went. Wearing a phoenix on her head, wearing a Xia and Shang dress.

Saving customs is common, Ding Ning told relatives. I am a fairy official, so I can't pray for the lower bound.

I'm afraid it's a demon charm. It's better to train the barbarians early. There is gold here, and the town is at the bottom of the temple.

Digging and living together can save the poor. Gold comes out of the spiritual spring and is as clear as glass.

Hongcheng represents Fu Rui, and floods and droughts are endless. Empty words, mysterious fog.

I can't keep all my feelings, I hope the public will be sad. Looking for immortal commandments and burning temples? Take a look.

If you get infinite treasure, it will be dangerous. Gather from the top of the mountain, the world is sparse.

Through the ages, it has flowed from different places, and the four dimensions have been blessed all the year round. "Guo Laner is slow and carefree" Time: Yuan Author: carefree, quiet and leisurely walking.

Leaning on a stick, I slowly hung my wide sleeves. Ren, linger, stay away from the fragrant wind, and seduce with the green fog.

Suddenly hold your head up and hold your chest high, and don't care to meet Tian Jingxiu. See tsing yi, call hands in mid-air.

Then he told Yu and Hugh to stop chasing and pointed to the depths of the white clouds, where there were immortals. Ten Sentences of Ugliness Appreciation Day in Yuan Dynasty Time: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang's dementia is as simple as a wooden chicken, and he can walk for a long time.

Today is a peaceful time, frolicking like a child. Years "Teenagers Walking": Song Author: Teenagers walk as fast as flying, laughing at my failure and walking late.

I should be healthy with you, you are the same as me. The rapid spread of black rabbits can change the sea and mulberry fields.

It is still difficult to achieve great things, not to mention a hundred years of lightning. To know that this statement is true, it is more important to ask Ma Gu.

6. Tan Zichi, an ancient poem describing walking.

Year: Tang Author: Guo

Clear water is a hundred paces, and the world name is Tan Zichi. Yuqiao Lingyang, who is this pool?

Predecessors said Yu, Tan Shupi of this county. At the end of Kaiyuan, the word Ayi was born.

You can talk when you fall to the ground, and you need eyebrows when you are over nine years old. I don't drink or eat, and I never said I was thirsty and hungry.

Leave at 15 o'clock sharp, the fast horse can't catch up. Twenty years into the mountains, never to return.

Parents have a deep memory, and hometown is a sacred place. In the spring of the first year of Dali, this son came and went.

Wearing a phoenix on her head, wearing a Xia and Shang dress. Saving customs is common, Ding Ning told relatives.

I am a fairy official, so I can't pray for the lower bound. I'm afraid it's a demon charm. It's better to train the barbarians early.

There is gold here, and the town is at the bottom of the temple. Digging and living together can save the poor.

Gold comes out of the spiritual spring and is as clear as glass. Hongcheng represents Fu Rui, and floods and droughts are endless.

Empty words, mysterious fog. I can't keep all my feelings, I hope the public will be sad.

Looking for immortal commandments and burning temples? Take a look. If you get infinite treasure, it will be dangerous.

Gather from the top of the mountain, the world is sparse. Through the ages, it has flowed from different places, and the four dimensions have been blessed all the year round.

Guo Lange's leisurely.

Year: Meta Author: Wang Zhe

Walk freely and quietly. Leaning on a stick, I slowly hung my wide sleeves. Ren, lingering, away from the fragrant wind, the green fog is tempting. Suddenly hold your head up and hold your chest high, and don't care to meet Tian Jingxiu. See tsing yi, call hands in mid-air. Then he told Yu and Hugh to stop chasing and pointed to the depths of the white clouds, where there were immortals.

Top Ten Slogans of B Ugly Yuan Day

Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang

Dementia is as simple as a wooden chicken, and it takes time to walk.

Today is a peaceful time, frolicking like a child.

Teenagers walking on horseback

Year: Song Author:

Teenagers walk as fast as horses and laugh too late.

I should be healthy with you, you are the same as me.

The rapid spread of black rabbits can change the sea and mulberry fields.

It is still difficult to achieve great things, not to mention a hundred years of lightning.

To know that this statement is true, it is more important to ask Ma Gu.

7. Although the problem with walking poems is that they go 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.