Modern poems describing tourism

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.