Poems about roads and walking

1. Poems about the road: mountains and heavy waters are suspicious of no road. There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

A man knows his companion in a long journey and an inn.

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Liu Yang has long dikes everywhere, and Huaming Road has not been lost.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

I used to know Shansi Road, but I stayed at home. Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu to take up his post.

Author: Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.

We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place.

If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.

The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder. Ma Yin really hates knowing the way, and cicadas can still be heard.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals all my life, and my sword is hidden in Xuan Lu.

Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Looking at Wan Li Road in the distance, the lucky stars are shining all over the world.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry.

The four seas churn clouds and waterways, and the five continents shake the wind and thunder.

The moon is leisurely and the night is long and the mountains are numerous.

At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long.

2. Famous sayings and poems about "Road" lead to Rome.

There is no road in the world, but more people will become roads-Lu Xun.

Go your own way and let others talk-Dante

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan Xi, and each goes his own way-as the saying goes.

There is a Road to Diligence in Shushan —— Ancient Poems

The power of the horse is well known, but as time goes by, people will see it-proverb

Xiu Yuan has a long way to go, and I will go up and down-Qu Yuan.

1. I hope it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's like a road on the ground. In fact, there is no road on the ground. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. (Lu Xun)

2. There are roads in Shushan, and there is no limit to learning the sea.

3. The road is long, and I will go up and down. (Qu Yuan)

1) Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint. (Cen Can<'s song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home" >

(2) There is no road in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village. (Lu You&; lt; Visit Shanxi Village >)

(3) Castle Peak fills the air, and there is no doubt that Qian Fan looms suddenly. (Wang Anshi &; lt; Jiang Shang >)

(4) Every year, seeing off guests on Hengtang Road and painting boats in drizzle. (Fan Chengda < Hengtang >)

I advise you not to carve stubborn stones, the population on the road is like a monument. (& amplt; The Lantern Festival meets Yuan &; gt; Volume 17)

6. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu&; lt; Qingming >)

⑦ Being a wild old man is no longer responsible, and refugees on the road are finally tempted. (Lu You&; lt; Daily necessities >)

⑧ The clouds open the Thousand Peaks of Wuxia, and the road turns to Bajiang. (Wu Bentai &; lt; Give away Bashu >)

He sometimes sells melons grown in his garden by the roadside and sometimes plants some willows in his secluded place. (Wang Wei&; lt; Senior general >)

Attending the climbing road, if you can't get up, you will fall into a trough. (Han Yu&; lt; When listening to Qin >)

3. What poems can describe that there is still a long way to go? 1. There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, so I will bump up and down.

Said by: Li Sao by Qu Yuan during the Warring States Period.

On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore.

2. It's hard to go! Travel is hard, don't go astray! Where to go today.

Said by: Tang Libai, It's hard to leave me.

How difficult it is! How difficult it is! There are many roads. Where is the real avenue?

3. When will the Hundred Rivers enter the sea in the east and return to the west?

From: Han Dynasty's anonymous "Han Yuefu Long Songs".

When can a hundred rivers run to the sea and return to the west?

4. Where is Chang 'an? Wet clouds are blowing and the rain is very cold.

Said by: Hazelnut, the Bodhisattva of Qing Nalan Xingde, has eyes all over Shancheng Road.

Looking ahead, the line of sight falls, the clouds are cold and the rain is cold, so the garden is out of reach, and there is no future.

5. There are not many routes from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! .

From: untitled time was long before I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up.

The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.

4. Although the poem about walking 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.

5. The empty sentence about the road in the poem needs to be warmed up, and there is Luqi in front of the door. ("Sitting at Night")

Xu Ning said that the old castle peak road was there, and Bai Shou returned to his hometown drunk. ("Don't be white")

Liu Deren said that although my husband is an emperor, he has no relatives on the road. (Reading Record)

Shi Jianwu's way out: the ship is the foot, and the official is the slave. ("To Lord Salt Officer")

There are many roads in Wan Li, and the world is narrow. (See Zhang Wei's "Subject-Object Diagram")

Yan Lu let mules and camels ride on the clouds, while tigers dragged debris in the snow. (Shulu)

Shen Bin's sentence "Nine songs are intrigued, and there are many disloyalty in the four seas." . (Chronicle)

Yan Zhenqing's seven words, seven words, seven words and two sentences have a long way to go. ☆ The cilia of moths and mosquitoes on Yan Zhenqing are hard to detect. ☆ Jiao Ran

In Ren Jun's dream, the ancient country road is far away and the spring breeze is endless. (Jun)

In Li Ang Palace, spring grass grows on the road and flowers bloom in the forest. What is the limit? No courtiers know.

Shangguan Zhao Rong visited Princess Changning's Liu Beichi. Twenty-five songs are too lazy to walk on the Tiantai road, only climbing the lungs. The moon is full in the secluded rock fairy, and today I am climbing wildly.

Nie's cross talk, Chang 'an Road, there are no horses here, and the wheels are still in the dark. So there is less grass on the roadside than dust on clothes.

If the Han Palace is far and near, the road is in Sasai. If you can't come back to death, who will look south?

Li's three poems and poems of resentment, don't come to the flowers to illuminate the road, don't come to the leaves. Song and dance must be timely, why sit sad concubine.

Zhang Huqin's songs and songs, Zhao Jun's resentment, two poems, Wan Li border town is far away, it is difficult to go to Qian Shan. Look up and see the bright moon, where is Chang' an.

Cui Zaqu wrote lyrics Changle's youth journey left a coral whip, but the white horse was proud. Zhangtai breaks willows, and spring grass is beside the road.

Liu Yuxi's Zaqu "Ge Fengyan in southern Hebei, Cheng Nan in Hebei, Jingmen Road in Dust". Those who hunt animals in cold weather go to Fan Ji's grave.

Cui's miscellaneous songs and words, long and dry songs, were blown into the lake in the dark, but he couldn't find his way. Ling sings nonstop and knows it in this pond.

Five solutions to Yuan Zhen's zaqu: It takes hard work to build a city, and the city is built with thieves. But the road is afraid of thieves, and the city cannot be built.

In the early days of Chen Shu University, the wind and the sky were storms, and ice wells were strictly eliminated. The branch of the cable is not soft, and it will always leak and get tired.

Ji Wang returns to Dongxi Stone Moss at night, which should be practical and easy to climb. Qingxi goes straight to Kaminooji, and returns by moonlight night song.

In Wang Jishan, don't leave stones as the road to the east stream, and people will gradually get credit when they come. Spring wine in the mountains is ripe, so you can't stop at home.

Lu sent his second brother to Kezi Road, Guanshan, Shu and the Imperial City. When we broke up, we silently cared about each other.

Zhang Jiuling answered and said, Lu Li pine leaves are good wine, and you can brew as much as spring comes. Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.

6. Li Bai, an ancient poem about walking-"Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

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.

7. What are the poems about "Road"? 1. There are no horses here, and the wheels are still running at night. So there is less grass on the roadside than dust on clothes. -Nie Zhongyi's "Cross Blowing Song, Chang 'an Avenue"

2. If the Han Palace is far and near, the road is in Sasai. If you can't come back to death, who will look south? -Dai Shulun's "The Words of Hege Zhaojun"

3, don't come to spend the road, don't show your leaves. Song and dance must be timely, why sit sad concubine. -Li Xiao's "Three Poems of Harmony and Hatred"

4. Wan Li border town is far away, and Qian Shan is difficult to walk. Look up and see the bright moon, where is Chang' an. -Zhang Hu's "Qin Qu Ge Fu, Zhao Jun Two Complaints"

5. Sandstorm-filled Jinan City and dusty Jingmen Road. Those who hunt animals in cold weather go to Fan Ji's grave. -Liu Yuxi's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs of the South"

6, the black wind on the moon sends the wind to the lake, and it is impossible to find a way. Ling sings nonstop and knows it in this pond. -Cui's "Za Ge Xiao Chang Gan Ge"

7. It takes hard work to build a city. But the road is afraid of thieves, and the city cannot be built. -Yuan Zhen's Five Explanations of Zaju Qu and Fortification Qu

8, the nine-song crown is secretly arguing, and the four seas fight too much. -Chronicle of Shen Bin

9, breezy sky, strict gas to eliminate ice wells. The branch of the cable is not soft, and it will always leak and get tired. -Chen's Early Years

10, for Dongxi Road, people are more and more reliable. Spring wine in the mountains is ripe, so you can't stop at home. -Wang Ji "Don't wait in the mountains"

8. The poem 1 is related to the road, but the coral whip is proud of the white horse. Zhangtai breaks willows, and spring grass is beside the road. -Cui

2. Sandstorm-filled Jinan City and dusty Jingmen Road. Those who hunt animals in cold weather go to Fan Ji's grave. -Liu Yuxi

3. There are no horses here, and the wheels are still in the dark. So there is less grass on the roadside than dust on clothes. -Nie Zhong Yi.

4. If the Han Palace is far and near, the road is in Sasai. If you can't come back to death, who will look south? -Dai Shulun

No.5 Wanlu, a narrow world. -Bao Rong

6. The clouds are full of camels, and the debris in the snow is coming. -Lu Yanrang

7. In order to go east and west, people become more and more trustworthy. Spring wine in the mountains is ripe, so you can't stop at home. -Wang Ji

8. Kezi Road, Chengguan Mountain, Liuhuahuang. When we broke up, we silently cared about each other. -Lu

9. Pine leaves can be used as wine, and how much is brewed in spring. Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted. -Zhang Jiuling

10, we still have to warm up, there is Luqi in front of the door. -Virtual.

9. A poem describing the rise of Tianmu Mountain in a dream when Li Bai was walking in the Tang Dynasty.

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.