1. Poems about railway tracks
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Railway tracks
When I am lonely, I will walk there On the high slope, there are railway tracks extending into the distance. The two always parallel railway tracks carry people's bodies and wishes every day, running tirelessly into the distance. Two feet alternately walk on the same track. , swaying, just like the swinging mood. The wind blew beautiful songs not far away. I stretched out my arms and felt the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for myself. In the noisy city, with others The world runs parallel to me like a railroad track. I am tired and sad alone. My railroad track is really too lonely. The most tenderness of my hair dancing in the wind can only be appreciated by myself. As I walk, I will pass through a temporary period. It is a small platform with dormitories for railway employees on both sides. It is said to be a platform, but in fact it is just an open space smoothed with cement on the slope for the convenience of employees. When I walk here, I will sit down quietly. , playing with the pebbles on the roadside, imagining the scenery in the distance. There are not many trains passing this railway track. Occasionally, a whistle will sound and whistle past. I want to stand up and hide from the gust of wind brought by the train. But in the end, it still didn’t move. Let the wind blow and take away all the madness and confusion in your heart. Occasionally, there will be one or two pedestrians, and there will also be men and women in love, playing hand in hand on the sleepers, the sunshine Overlap, separate, separate, overlap their shadows again. . I smiled, wondering if they would keep walking like this. Most of the time it was quiet here. After I was in a daze, I got up and went back in the direction I came from. The sun was getting tired and the sky was getting dark. I have to go back after all. I only found one article about this
Railway tracks
When I am lonely, I will walk to the high slope, because there are railway tracks extending into the distance. The two are always parallel. The railway tracks carry people's bodies and wishes every day, running tirelessly into the distance. Two feet alternately walk on the same track, swaying, just like the swinging mood. The wind blows not far away A nice song. I stretched out my arms and felt the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for myself. In the noisy city, I was parallel to other people's world like a railroad track. I was tired and sad alone. My railroad track was really It's so lonely, and the most tenderness of the wind-blown hair can only be appreciated by yourself. As you walk, you will pass a small temporary platform, with dormitories for railway employees on both sides. It is said to be a platform, but in fact it is not. It's just an open space on the slope that was smoothed with cement for the convenience of employees. When I get here, I will sit down quietly, play with the pebbles on the roadside, and imagine the scenery in the distance. Passing this railway track There were not many trains. Occasionally they would blow a whistle and roar past me. I wanted to stand up and hide from the gust of wind brought by the train, but in the end it still didn’t move. Let the wind blow and let go of the mania and confusion in my heart. Take them all. Occasionally, there will be one or two pedestrians, and there will also be men and women in love, holding hands and playing on the sleepers. The sunlight overlaps, separates, separates, and overlaps again. . I smiled, wondering if they would keep walking like this. Most of the time it was quiet here. After I was in a daze, I got up and went back in the direction I came from. The sun was getting tired and the sky was getting dark. After all, I have to go back. In the sunset at dusk, the railway track is still quiet, no sound, no temperature. My heart becomes calm in the coldness. As soon as the train of life starts, it will rush along the predetermined track. I want to stop. I can’t stop. How can I have a choice about life and destiny? Even though I have dreams in my heart, I think about going to distant places every day, but to no avail. . Only when you are lonely, come and see the railway track that is as lonely as me, and let the dreams in your heart extend along with it. 2. Sentences describing railway tracks
1. Roads are the arteries of China and bridges to all parts of the country.
2. The railway passes through the sky in an arc along the mountain, like a giant bow being drawn, and like a rainbow crossing it.
3. Behind me is the world-famous Qinghai-Tibet Railway, a steel-paved sky road leading straight into Tibet.
The sunshine is so good, strong, and has clear lines, shining on the entire plateau.
4. The boundless railway is the reason why I like silence and tranquility. On the endless railway, you can only hear the chirping of birds and the sound of breathing. How romantic! How many people have experienced this?
5. When the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was fully opened to traffic, thousands of Chinese and foreign journalists set foot on the auspicious heavenly road to uncover the mystery of the sacred mountains and holy waters.
6. Railway transportation is one of the most important modes of transportation in contemporary times. It has large transportation volume, fast speed, low freight, is less affected by natural factors, and has good continuity.
7. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is like an iron dragon, crossing Fengshan Mountains, passing through the Kunlun Mountains, and finally passing through Lhasa!
8. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is a railway that promotes the development and prosperity of the western region. It is a railway that embodies the wisdom and hard work of the builders.
9. The railway in the new era brings people not only convenience, but also the enjoyment of the journey!
10. The Qinghai-Tibet Railway is a magical heavenly road, winding on the roof of the world like a giant dragon! 3. Sentences describing railway tracks
When I am lonely, I will walk to the high slope, because there are railway tracks extending into the distance. Two railway tracks that are always parallel carry people every day. With my body and desire, I ran tirelessly into the distance. My two feet walked alternately on the same track, swaying, just like the swinging mood. The wind blew beautiful songs not far away, and I stretched out my arms. Arms, feel the coolness of this moment. Suddenly, I feel a little sorry for myself. In the noisy city, I am parallel to other people's world like a railroad track. I am tired and sad alone. My railroad track is really too lonely. The most... The gentleness of the wind dancing hair can only be appreciated by yourself. As you walk, you will pass by a small temporary platform with dormitories for railway employees on both sides. It is said to be a platform, but in fact it is just for the convenience of employees to take the train. There is just an open space smoothed with cement on the slope. When I get here, I will sit down quietly, play with the pebbles on the roadside, and imagine the scenery in the distance. There are not many trains passing this track, and they will occasionally whistle. A whistle whistled past me. I wanted to stand up and hide from the gust of wind brought by the train, but in the end I still didn't move. Let the wind blow and take away all the mania and confusion in my heart. Occasionally, too There will be one or two pedestrians, as well as men and women in love, holding hands and playing on the sleepers. The sunlight overlaps, separates, separates, and overlaps their shadows again.
I smiled, wondering if they would keep walking like this. Most of the time it was quiet here. After I was in a daze, I got up and went back in the direction I came from. The sun was a little tired. The sky is getting dark, and I have to go back after all. In the sunset at dusk, the railway tracks are still quiet, no sound, no warmth. My heart becomes calm in the coldness. As long as the train of life starts, it will continue along the way. I'm speeding along the predetermined track, and I can't stop even if I want to. How can I be able to choose my life and destiny? Even though I have dreams in my heart, I think about going to distant places every day, but to no avail.
Only when you are lonely, come and see the railway track that is as lonely as me, and let the dreams in your heart extend along with it. 4. Poems about riding the rails back home
? Where is the hometown at dusk? The Yanbo River makes people sad.
- Cui Hao (Tang Dynasty) - "Yellow Crane Tower"
? Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks at it, I wonder who is missing in autumn - Wang Jian (Tang Dynasty) - "Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Send it to Mr. Du"
? Separation and hatred are just like grass in spring, and you will still be alive if you travel farther - Li Yu (Tang Dynasty) - "Qing Ping Le"
? Feeling grateful for the time, the flowers splash with tears, hating the other birds is frightened - Du Fu (Tang Dynasty) - " "Looking at the Moon in Spring"
? Where is the hometown in the northwest? How many times is the full moon seen in the southeast - Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) - "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"
? In the Hands of a Loving Mother Thread, the clothes on the wanderer's body - Meng Jiao (Tang Dynasty) - "The Wandering Son's Song"
? Where can I get the hometown book? Returning to the edge of Luoyang - Wang Wan (Tang Dynasty) - "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"
? In front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms have not bloomed - Wang Wei (Tang Dynasty) - "Miscellaneous Poems"
? Still pity the water of my hometown, seeing off the boat thousands of miles away - Li Bai (Tang Dynasty) - "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"
? The young man left home and the elder returned, but the local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has faded - He Zhizhang (Tang Dynasty) - "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown·Part 1"
? A tragic song can be used as a cry, and a distant look can be used as a return home - Anonymous (Chinese) - "Elegy" 5. Asking for a poem about railways
"Brothers and Sisters"
The Yingxia Line is the most curved railway in the country
The two rails carry the names of many rivers
Phi Covered in green mountains and green trees, where the whistle blows
The white clouds and birds have nests in my heart
The Yingxia Line is the light at the end of the tunnel, my brothers and sisters
Sweating like rain, they scrambled to carry the railway safety back to the workshop
In the curves, they surrounded and suppressed hidden dangers
Their dark skin was dripping with salty moisture Life
In the small county town of Shaxian County, with the quality of metal
Running in front of the iron team
I often compare line workers to matches. , on the railway
Gather together and create the spark of life 6. What are the poems that describe "railway"
1. Author of "Railway": He Shu Railway is extending men He said that the other side of the mountain was wonderful, but he did not tell his woman that the other side of the mountain was also very difficult. The men in the world on the other side of the mountain sweated and shed all their sweat and tears for that railway, leaving their wives and children behind. They could only silently look at the flickering candlelight in the middle of the night. The women are silently worrying about that railway. The children are drawing a portrait of their father. The mother says everything looks like it, but the eyes are not like the father's eyes. What does it look like? For that railway, the children are longing for it - the railway is open to traffic. In the eyes of the father 2 , "A Lifetime Railway" Author: Feng Rui Shanhai At first, because he was young and energetic, he and Tie had a long-term confrontation with each other. Usually, Tie was always sharp and silent. Sometimes he would bite his fingers when he was anxious, and sometimes he would get angry. The roar hurt his ears. Later, due to constant friction, he and Tie spent a longer time admiring each other. I don’t know whether he changed Tie or Tie changed him. After that, he accepted Tie’s silence and learned the thickness of iron. Tie accepted it. He understood his thoughts and his hopes. He used the strongest pen and ink in his life to create dreams on a flat iron plate. He used a real iron pen to cut through the years. As the iron pens became bald one after another, the top of his head became bald. In the good times, when he retired, he got on the train for the first time, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wheels and rails of the train being squeezed out by iron. He whispered the lines of poetry he wrote that are stronger than the years. 3. Author of "Railway": There is a railway in Shanyu that passes through my hometown. How many times have I boarded the train from the small station and traveled to every distant place? If I stay in Chengdu for a long time, I will inevitably feel homesick. Standing on Renmin South Road, my hometown feels very far away. If I run to the North Railway Station and look at the winding winds Imagine the railway is connected to a small station called Xide in the distance. My hometown is so close to me.
So close. If you stay in Shanghai for a long time, you will feel homesick. Standing on the bank of the Huangpu River, you feel that your hometown is too far away. If you run to the Shanghai Railway Station and look at the long railway, imagine a station called Chengdu connected to the other end of the railway. My hometown is so close to me again 4. "Three Railway Poems" Author: Liu Linqi The winding Yingxia Line A cannonball of thought flew over from the other side of the sea but did not fall... The arc of the ballistic trajectory started from the warhead After a few months of stretching and floating in the sky in 1956, it was pulled out of the heavy sky and landed on the ground. Some were hanging in the valley - twisting and turning, and some were resting on the edge of the cliff - the road turned back and forth... People gave it a good name. Therefore, when we are traveling on this road, we still feel as if we are in a war bunker - we must carefully squeeze through the barrier blocking our sight and have a look at it from a hundred meters away... The feelings of Dahe Mountain along the railway The most remote memory in the textbook: I saw the strange scenery of Dahe Mountain Station. I imagined that there had been a volcanic eruption. The surrounding peaks were just like the rushing lava of the years, solidifying a small station of 100 meters into an eternal swan song. The peaks are the most unforgettable. The green little station turned apricot into a wild lily, like a young girl calm in youth, the gentle atmosphere became a fairy tale, and the beauty became a kind of meditation... Suddenly there was thunder rolling through the tunnel, roaring and flying into a wisp of dyed flowing clouds. The signal flag waved out a line of males. The poem passed by the small station and was instantly collected by another cave... Time has turned Dahe Mountain Station into an ancient nostalgia and into a poem soaked in pure love, making my memory of the secluded place bright and brilliant! The train changed its route, leaving behind a silent and solemn rush. A section of the road beyond has become a fossil, covered with wind and dust. The sleepers are like animal bones. The mountainous areas in the south are weathered into some kind of written narrative. Those whistles that wipe the sky, those that tremble the earth. The wheels of the past, the eternal and magnificent concertos, they are all like the dreaming of rocks and the chirping of sunbirds, quiet in the sedimentary annals of history and the chants of poets. The train changed its route and unloaded a section of glory. The railway always lives for speed and lives for a faster rhythm. The time left space for the sight of the moonlight and green grass, and the eternity of time in the lovers' love... The train changed its route and marched loudly and loudly in the wind for thousands of miles, just to catch up with time.
5. "Songs for Railway People" Author: Liu Qingxiang The troubles are taken away by the passing cars, and the loneliness is crushed by the roar of the locomotives. Railway people greet travelers going east and west in different station areas and watch them go south. Passenger railway workers going north use sincerity and meticulous care to maintain the railway and write harmonious songs on the long silver line. Railway people use their sweat to build beautiful landscapes. They use their eyes and smiles to create an intoxicating image of railway people. Describe the railway with a heart-felt heart. The railway man raises his whistle. The weaving of love in the echo draws a beautiful arc in our journey and life. It is the melody of steel. A song that never gets tired of singing. It shines on the ideal steel rainbow. The rhythm of nature remains the same. That is Railway people use the power of life and the faith of steel to lift themselves high. It is the passion of the train. What they cross is the desire of the silver line. The extended railway is the beautiful talk that enhances friendship. It is the long line of heart-to-heart love. This is the promise that will never change. It is the railway people’s lifelong wish to love you.
7. Poems about trains
1
The train is shaking
Entering the dark tunnel
People are shaking
Driving through the dark tunnel
Reaching the destination in the dream
2
The train goes from here
to a different place
People carry themselves
from one city
to another
3
Wheels and Rails Friction
The banging sound keeps ringing
A man is awake
Deep in his heart
There is a banging sound all the time Another voice
4
The village, the trees, the river
Retreating
Familiar things disappear along the way
My hometown is already very far away
But a foreign land is even further away
5
The train suddenly stopped
The radio sounded : "Comrade passengers,
The train is adding water."
People relaxed
Drinking water and eating one after another
During the journey, A short stay
brings people huge surprises
6
The monotonous journey makes people tired
Finally someone sang a song
The song flows
As far away as far away
The river in my hometown
7
When the city Lights poured into the carriage
The train stopped
Some people left
Others
would eventually leave
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