When traveling, you don't care about the result, what matters is to enjoy the process. How comfortable it is to pack your bags, feel the scenery along the way, go to a strange city, feel the local customs, and quietly enjoy this chic and casual! The following is a collection of modern poems describing tourism, welcome to read for reference!
Traveling by bike
The clouds in the sky just stop in your hair
The Indus River rustles
Looking up into the distance, there is no end
The grass is green and swaying around your ankles
The sun is shining over your eyes
A drop of spring water carefully picked up by taro leaves
In summer, you said that the wind is very carefree
At the speed of cycling
. I rode fast and steadily
I rode out of the village and rode to your heart
You closed your eyes
I looked at the wheels several times in a low voice
Wherever there is a road, there are footsteps
I will take you on a trip
There is a fascinating scenery
There is a kind of love that makes you look forward to
There is such a kind of love. Is this a promise of love
maybe not
like the scenery along the way
rushing by
a person's trip
when the glory of the past has become a cloud of smoke in the past
when the achievements of the past are like a river in the east
I am still
I have never changed or lost
people. There are always some memories that I don't want to talk about
The pain that I have been immersed in my heart for more than ten years
I don't want to touch it in my life
Even thinking about it
is also a bone erosion
I have no choice. I don't have the courage to break the shackles in my heart.
It's rusted.
It won't open again.
I know that I don't deserve to be an indomitable man.
I shouldn't have a happy and perfect ending.
Perhaps, everyone has their own bottom line in their hearts.
They don't insist on unity but ask for respect.
Life always goes on. I still have to move forward.
I don't care about the thorns ahead.
I just hope to put my originally peaceful heart, Give it back to me ...
Travel
The destination we chose
is rich in sunshine
There is warm sea breeze blowing
Sprinkle sunshine into our hearts
We roll up our trouser legs and carry shoes
Chase the waves together
Take a photo of you and me with a newly bought camera
This is the end of the world. The place
you see the lingering couple
dreaming of beautiful dreams in their hearts
they read the footprints of our hands
holding hands with envy
as if the tortuous love story of you and me
they are all familiar with each other
traveling alone
without driving a blazing engine,
traveling alone.
The grass on the road is green,
The lake is as clear as the sky,
Endurance and tenderness.
Night, unspeakable peace,
Get close to this quiet environment.
At the end of the night,
I was awakened by the song of the earth,
Listen carefully,
The bird is at the top of the tree not far away.
crimson dawn in the mountains,
merge at the end of the fork in the road.
Sprinkle sunshine to look after the earth,
Wanderers are dragging thin figures.
In the name of a guest,
enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Travel
Just because that network is too far away
I can't take all my emotional bags
I set off in a hurry-
I can't find beautiful legends
I can't go to the ends of the earth
I am fascinated by the rippling imagination
This is not a deceptive fairy tale
Mist tries to get lost
.
Wind and rain try to confuse thoughts
Trap and seductive invitation
Travel needs more wisdom besides perseverance
Behind beauty
Ugliness is foolishness
I don't want to stop moving forward
Picking up vicissitudes of life shells
Cherishing emotional hearts
Engraving memories of scenery
.
let the happy ecstasy
stir up the white sails and break the waves
Life is a journey
Give my heart to the beautiful nature
I will become a natural scenery
White clouds linger in the blue sky
My wandering feet
Look for the altar in my heart
. Instrument
keeps taking care of the target
Smart distances
Take off under the sunshine dance
Grab a scenic spot
Smile
Focus under the lens
Embrace the fashionable beautiful image
Kiss goodbye
Have a good day
Register on a pleasant journey
. P > The Millennium
makes thousands of eyes admire
I can't figure out
her dreamy look
In fact,
We travel in the blue sky, the biggest scenic spot, every day
Always keep the door open
Just set foot in it with your heart
Every day we have endless feelings of swimming. People who have drunk me
the wind last night,
the rain last night,
like your gentle lips,
warm my heart,
people who have drunk me.
What is wet is
dusty memories.
what is cold is
my mood at the moment.
Your hand is warm,
It leads me astray,
I don't know where it will go.
My trip with Heart
One day in early summer,
everything was ready.
With mixed feelings,
get out of your own city.
Step on the thin ticket,
Be a happy angel.
One day in early summer,
I wanted to let my mind go.
The platform that I am still familiar with,
suddenly you have sent me off.
Everything seems to repeat itself,
on a day in early summer.
To be a happy angel,
Go to a strange city.
close the windshield window,
you can't close the complicated mind.
tearing the ticket of Mercedes-Benz,
can't tear away the sadness of parting.
The tour,
hasn't started yet,
is about to end.
My trip with my heart
Don't ask me where I'm going
I'll tell you by actions
Tomorrow I'll be there
/
Whether it's an endless blue seaside
or a valley with green mountains and green waters
I still need to wait for the sunrise tomorrow
/
Don't ask me about the departure time
I think I'll
take an unknown adventure before dawn
/
Is it a raging sea
or a fantastic and steep mountain range
All these make my heart surge
/
Don't ask me the direction
I'm still discussing with my heart
It wants to go to the south where the seasons are like spring
Look at the vast wilderness in the warm winter sun
Walk on the barren and yellow reed Yuan Ye
Let my heart fly with the wind
/
"Hmm"
That's it
/
Go to the beautiful South Bay
I heard that there are golden beaches
sails sailing northwards
and flying seagulls
cruising between the vast and calm sea under the blue sky and white clouds
calling
/
There is another dream
A conch dream
I have seen him
He is like a sleeping child
lying quietly in a sand nest built for him by the wind
guarding the future
waiting for me to pick him up tomorrow
/
"Hmm"
That's it
.
Go into the deep mountains of the jungle
Take a look at the wonderful nature
Listen to the call of the wind in the valley
Bai Niao's worm-like singing
Feel the seriousness of every grass and tree to life
Show the devotion of selfless dedication to every soil
and understand the true meaning of life
The legend of the world
/
Every time I go, I write down my' nonsense'
Grateful to the person who gave me life
Grateful to the gift of nature
Let me know how to cherish
Protect and love
Smell the flowers,
Walking on the road with dreams
Crossing the great mountains and rivers and frontiers of the motherland
/
"Hmm"
That's it
We'll start before dawn
/
Night is a long wait
Moonlight illuminates the windowsill
Sleeping hometown
When you wake up, don't ask me where I am
I'm traveling in the world of my heart
I'm a gust of wind,
I'm a free traveler,
I blow and blow freely, < p!
Blowing through the green grass,
The grass on the grass beckons to me;
Blow through the winding stream,
Fish and streams in the stream,
Sing to me;
Flying through the verdant forest,
Birds in the forest chirped at me ...
They were all ecstatic
seeing me off.
I am an unknown insect, and
I am also a traveler.
I accidentally flew to a well-known river far and near.
── Amazon River
I followed the swift flowing water and
explored the original call of Amazon River.
I am a white cloud,
a carefree traveler,
drifting,
drifting,
drifting across a singing stream,
I stand still and listen;
I floated over many majestic hills, and
I sent a white scarf to Qingshan.
hardworking residents on the mountain,
stop working,
wave to me.
I love traveling,
I think this world is really wonderful!
My eyes become a camera,
The beauty of the whole world,
shines into my memory.
The last trip
Take a short-distance ticket
Take a long journey
Don't ask me where I'm going
I only know that on the road
I have a simple bag
I have an endless dream
I don't have to hurry
Just let the roaring green leather train
take me along. What's hidden in the bag
Don't ask me what old people still live in my heart
At the moment I set foot on the journey
Those vague past events
Those hazy former lovers
All have been left in the same place
Don't say that the front is the forbidden area of life
Don't intimidate me that the distance is the cliff of fate
At the moment I set foot on the journey
. Simple packing
My tiny life
has become a foreign object
Through this long journey
Through endless hardships
I only wish my soul could soar in the sky
If I am lucky enough to leave
those who still care about me
Please bury me deeply
Bury my soul that I yearn for flying
.
Bury my humble and mutilated body in that high hill
Continue to bathe in the cold wind
Let the rain and wind blow me away
Please send me away with a smile
Don't use sadness to retain
I will be sad because of the remaining sadness
I will laugh for the remaining laughter
Further reading: about travel.
a horse with snow on its side is stained with foreign dust.
as time goes by, grace and honor become bitter and bitter.
the song bell period is heavy with tin, and the hand falls out of the spring.
Year: Tang
Author: Bai Juyi
Hakka came from Jiangnan, and when he came, the moon wound up.
in the long journey, I saw a clear circle of light three times.
the dawn follows the waning moon, and the evening stays with the new moon.
who said that the moon is heartless, and thousands of miles away.
at the weishui bridge, at dusk, I entered Chang' an.
I don't know who will be your guest tonight.
Going to the Gorge to Send My Brother
Date: Tang
Author: Meng Haoran
I used to study behind closed doors with my children.
I haven't risked turbulence, so I don't care.
since then, I've been in the Jianghu, and it's hard to talk about hard work.
traveling is bad, digging up the merits and demerits.
the walls stand tall and steep, and the rivers flow and rush.