Poetry about enjoying bicycles
1. Poems about bicycles
Poems about bicycles 1. What are the poems about bicycles
Poems about bicycles include: "Envoys to the Fortress" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty "Part 1": I want to ask about the side of the bicycle, but I belong to the country and live in Yan. Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Translation: I wanted to go to the border by bicycle to express condolences, but the vassal country I passed through had already passed Juyan. Thousands of miles of flying pods have also floated out of Hansai, and the wild geese returning to the north are soaring in the sky. The solitary smoke rises straight up in the vast desert, and the setting sun is perfect on the endless Yellow River. Go to Xiaoguan and meet the scouting knight, who tells me that the Protector is already in Yanran.
"The Envoy to the Fortress" is published in Volume 126 of "Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty". This poem describes the difficult conditions of being sent to the frontier and expresses the author's tragic feelings and loneliness of wandering around the world. "The bicycle wants to ask about the side", the light vehicle goes there, and the destination is: "The country is passing Juyan." Juyan is in the northwest of Zhangye County, Gansu Province, far away from the northwest frontier. "Zheng Peng leaves Hansai, and returning wild geese enter Hutian." The poet compared himself with "Peng" and "Wild Geese", saying that he came to "Hansai" like fluffy grass blown away by the wind, and like "Peng He" flying north. "Gui Yan" also enters "Hu Tian". In ancient poems, flying puffs are often used to describe wanderers, but here they are used to describe a minister with a mission to the court, which is a metaphor for the poet's inner anger and depression. Echoes the "bicycle" in the first sentence. A journey of thousands of miles was conveyed in just ten words. Then he captured the typical scenery in the desert and described it: "The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river." The last two sentences are written when arriving at the frontier fortress: "When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, everyone is guarding Yanran." When they arrived at the frontier fortress, they did not meet them. General, the scouts told the envoy: the general is at the front line of Yanran.
Wang Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The word Mojie. Originally from Qi (now part of Shanxi), his father moved to Puzhou (now west of Yongji, Shanxi), so he was a native of Hedong. Kaiyuan (reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, 713-741) Jinshi. Tired of official duties. He was appointed Prince Zhongyun when An Lushan's rebels fell into Chang'an. After the rebellion was over, he was demoted to Prince Zhongyun. Later he became the Minister of Finance, Youcheng, so he was also called Wang Youcheng. In his later years, he lived in Wangchuan, Lantian, and lived a leisurely life of both officialdom and seclusion. The poem is as famous as Meng Haoran, and is also called "Wang Meng". In the early days, he wrote some poems on the theme of frontier fortresses, but the most important part of his works were landscape poems. Through the depiction of pastoral landscapes, he promoted the hermit life and Buddhist Zen philosophy. The objects were exquisite, the descriptions were vivid, and he had unique achievements. He is also proficient in music, calligraphy and painting. There is "Wang Youcheng Collection".
2. Sentences about bicycles
1. I miss you in the past, I miss you when I was seventeen years old, I miss your little temper, I miss your Little finger, I miss your bicycle, I miss the wind that was stirred up by your smile, and I miss our brightness.
2. Riding a bicycle, riding in the wind, looking at the big flowers, all kinds of brilliant colors come into your eyes, the corners of your mouth rise unconsciously, and every bone is screaming with joy. 3. I saw her now, passing by on a bicycle, and she still looked so free and easy! Yes, we will eventually become strangers, just like today, meeting each other but not knowing each other... 4. I don’t know where I will go, I just want to ride my bicycle and become a pedestrian who seems to have a place to go. .
5. I left behind my meager youth there, leaving behind the days when I was seventeen years old and whistling on a bicycle. 6. Thinking of the girl riding a bicycle passing the river embankment, and her umbrella, a youth with no ending, as light as watercolor.
7. I always dream of one day, alone, carrying a guitar, riding a bicycle, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and truly embracing freedom. 8. Bicycles, flowers, light and shadow, warm breeze.
You see, because of your clear and gentle eyebrows under the flower tree, time looks so beautiful. 9. The purest way for a boy to like you is to follow you not too far behind your bicycle.
10. When you marry a wife, you enter the door with your back, sharing the same destiny and sending you Jun Chen. I want to cry but have no tears, my heart bleeds, I am helpless on my bicycle to send me home.
11. You stood quietly in front of the window, and I pushed the bicycle past. When I raised my eyes, the sun shone on your eyebrows, and the frost on my eyelashes rippled in my eyes, as if we were back in love. that day. 12. In the evening, you were reading lazily on the sofa, and I was watching the child riding a bicycle in front of the window. I thought of the time when we met, and how peaceful and warm it was now.
13. People driving Toyota cars envy the BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes passing by, but little do they know that people on bicycles are happily doing the cheapest fitness exercise. 14. Life is like riding a bicycle, in order to maintain balance you have to keep moving forward.
Sometimes, when we are willing to forgive a person, it is not that we really want to forgive him, but that we do not want to lose him. I don't want to lose him, so I can only pretend to forgive him.
15. I vaguely remember that year, you were sunny, my skirt was flying, I was walking on the street, you were riding a bicycle, and I gave you a ride, so that the whole winter was no longer cold. 16. Cycling for six hours, showing up at 1am in the drizzle, just to take a look at her downstairs.
She understands how she misses you, but she doesn’t want it. Even if she wants it, she doesn’t want you to give it to her. 17. Riding a bicycle to follow the wisp of dusk in the sky, but in the end...of course I lost.
18. The whistling sound of youth speeding by the roadside like a bicycle is not enough for the whole world to hear, but it is enough to make passers-by and themselves look up and look at the prosperity and loneliness at that time. 19. The bicycle stirred up the carefree wind, fluttering the skirts of girls and the corners of boys' clothes. Together they passed through the camphor trees, through the viola flowers, and through the green years of youth.
20. I once rode my favorite bicycle, carrying my beloved woman forward without looking back, while the person hugged my waist from behind. At that time, nothing mattered.
21. What you read is a book, but what you read is the world; what you make is tea, but what you taste is life. Life is like a bicycle ticket with no return, there is no rehearsal, every performance is broadcast live.
22. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the leaves fall gently, and the leaves rustled when the bicycle runs over them. Boating in the lake, the waves are sparkling, the endless water surface blurs the smile in front of you, and it blooms for a whole season.
23. The misty rain, a bicycle, an umbrella, and two young back figures, these are my most beautiful memories. 24. Listening to you say goodbye, riding a bicycle in melancholy, walking on the roadside where I met you, and breaking up the fate of separation.
25. I like it best when I am riding a bicycle alone, because all the joys, sorrows and joys can be diluted in the wind until tranquility precipitates. 26. The sweetness of cycling brings us to travel, leaving behind the past and yearning for the sky.
The scenery along the way is pure and transparent, the flowers are beautiful, and the fish are passionate. 27. Cycling seems to be a comfort, a freedom to feel the wind beyond the limitations of thoughts.
I like to ride fast on a remote road with few cars. 28. On a lazy afternoon in March, one person and a bicycle walked aimlessly through the bustling streets, and walked slowly by the quiet lakeside with weeping willows, accompanied by the intoxicating breeze of March.
29. That bicycle has a white and green body and round wheels, like the hot wheels at the feet of Nezha in the myth. It seems that as soon as you ride it, it will carry you. You are like flying in the clouds. 30. In the dream, whose bicycle passes through the birch forest on campus; in the dream, whose notebook stirs up the emotions on the page; in the dream, we wear black and white school uniforms and shuttle quickly through the corners of the campus.
31. I rode the bicycle as hard as I could, as if I was escaping from my innocent love for her. 32. The Japanese lost their bicycles and found them overnight; the Chinese lost their children and never found them in their lifetime.
For Japanese working in China, the starting point for personal income tax is 4,800 yuan, and for Chinese, it is 3,500 yuan. 33. I don’t know how to ride a bicycle. Every time I mention this, my friends laugh at me.
I don’t think so either. It’s not something to be ashamed of if you don’t know how to ride a bicycle.
34. I miss you in the past, I miss the seventeen-year-old I left on my bicycle, I miss the wind that was stirred up by your smile, mixed with joys and sorrows, and the yesterday that will never come back, the mighty time travel. My thin youth.
35. Do I still have the chance to sit on the bicycle you ride and ride through countless alleys... 36. Under the orange sunshine, the girl rides the bicycle slowly, with the bangs on her forehead fluttering. , the skirt of the school uniform swayed slightly. 37. You always have to stumble and get hurt to grow up. My prince rides a bicycle, he doesn’t ride a white horse.
38. That summer, I only spent my free time riding bicycles for Mina! This early summer, whoever holds an umbrella in the rain is the beauty! 39. I have sent the letter and asked someone to deliver the message. I am waiting, but I don’t see your bicycle. 40. The boy who was selling newspapers on a bicycle had tears of panic slowly running down his face.
41. Thank you for the back view of you riding a bicycle on a rainy day, which ruined my youthful years. 42. The older I get, the more I miss how brave I was when I was young, and how I laughed and cried even when I fell on my bicycle despite the pain... 43. If there really is a love-forgetting water in the world.
Jueqinghua, will you ride a bicycle to look for it? 44. Times, changes. The bicycle has passed.
Sorry, I only live in your era. 45. The quietest thing I can plug.
3. Poems about riding
Author: Desert Gu Yan Zhi Qi Lu/Cycling to Qishi (One Eastern Rhyme)
A hundred miles journey by iron Cong, gallop straight down to the east of Nenjiang River. The strong wind blew past me, and distant butterflies fluttered into my eyes.
Smile and show your pride to the green mountains, and don’t show flattery like a worm. Stop talking about favors and humiliations in the world, the fragrance of your heart accompanies the sun. Qilu/Riding Qishi (Er Winter Rhyme)
The iron horse gallops hundreds of miles, and the green mountains are happy for me to manage my charming face. The green carpet is rolled out to embed the beauty of the lake, and the red flowers are embroidered to line the green trees.
The laughter falling in the pond frightens the guests in the water, and the love flies on the winding road and spreads the eyebrows. The dawn breeze gently steps on the heart, and the poem bag is full of poetry and the charm is strong.
Qilu/Cycling across the city and encountering a heavy rain on the way back (Sanjiang Rhyme)
The clouds turn into rhymes, the rain turns over the river, the wind supports the sound and the thunder supports the voice. The wetland is covered with flower petals, and swallows gather in pairs in a flash.
The mind leads with bending and stretching, advancing and retreating, and the joys and sorrows of separation and separation are carried by thin bones. Directly driving the light car to the drifting place, pouring the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy wine into the vat.
Qilu/Cycling to Qi City and starting out with an occasional feeling (Sanjiang Rhyme) (Fans facing each other)
The morning breeze blows refreshingly across Sanjiang, and the winding road is full of haze. The green grass swayed gently across the fields, and swallows flew in the misty forest.
The real and the weak can be bold and depend on the wheel, and the joy and sorrow can be carried with strength by waving arms. Going straight up to the clouds and laughing, the donkey is sweating and drinking wine.
Qilu/Reflections on chasing the convoy while riding on the Red Lake (four rhymes)
It was already too late for the scorching sun, and the carriage beams were sweating and the scenery was flying. The song of love on the dusty road turns into the poem of a pioneer in the wilderness.
Bitterness and joy are chased away by the heart, but failure persists without intention. As soon as I ride the bicycle, I can move vertically and horizontally, and the autumn rain and spring breeze let me ride.
Cycling on the Dabian part of Dandong in Changbai Mountain
Qilv/Qiha City (220 kilometers)
Gold pours down in Youcheng in August, and you can explore Danxia by car . The wind combs the reed leaves, startling the egrets, and the flowers and grass cover the bees.
The autumn river is almost empty of leisure and sorrow, and the chivalry is three-quarters of turbid wine. Two hundred miles straight down to the ice city, my body is pure and clean, and I caress my beard.
One of Qilu’s impressions of riding on a hilly road
On a journey of thousands of miles, there will be thunderstorms and clear skies in an instant. Watch the willows in the pond by the clear water, and chase the stars in the quiet mountains.
The scenery is different when the mountains come and go, and the clouds disappear and the sky is light. Wherever people walk along the winding road, great pride abounds in my heart.
Qilu/Second Thoughts on Cycling Slopes
The peaks are high and the slopes are as steep as the clouds, with ups and downs for thousands of miles. It is only when hardship comes that one realizes how insignificant a person is, and only when hardship comes is one's success.
If you have feelings, you can sing the rhyme of poetry, but if you have no ambition, you can hear the sound of wind and rain. A wanderer riding a flying dust smiles, and the vicissitudes of life are written by Ren Zongheng.
Basheng Ganzhou "Reflections on Riding in Erdaobaihe Town in the Rain"
The sour wind cuts and dyes the autumn mountains, and the branches are embroidered with yellow. The peaks gradually turn around, the birds sing, the water changes, and the willow waves dance gracefully.
Countless heroes have passed by, and the roaring sword flicked.
The desolate rain all the way soaked Zheng's shirt. The clouds disappear several times
The clouds gather, the years are wasted, and the flowers fade away with a smile. Let it be sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, with a little bit of heart elixir. Traveling through the wind and dust
Walk around like crazy travelers, looking for lines of poetry, drinking wine to entertain you. Infatuated love, bamboo wind and plum music resound throughout the south of the world.
"Cycling in the Mountains" by Xing Xiangzi
The clear water is clear and the jade dew is shining. The autumn sky is vast and there is the sound of flying geese. On the grass branches, it is yellow and tender but still green. More
The mountains lie far away, the small villages are quiet, and the fruits and vegetables are delicious. The winding road is steep and the mountains are crisscrossed. Wherever people are walking, arrogance is born. Traveling through thousands of mountains, chasing stars day by day. It can be windy, rainy or sunny at any moment.
"Crossing the Tunnel at Maple Ridge" by Xing Xiangzi
The tunnel is dark and filled with yin. The wind blows coldly, and the walking trembles. The car honks its police siren, and it’s hard to argue with the sound. Feeling
My heart is pounding, my legs are stiff, and my neck is tense. The wheels are racing and the wind and rain are fierce. Life is uneventful
even. Wake up in good times and hold on in adversity. Ask why resentment arises, why favor is fortunate, and why humiliation is shocking.
Qi Jue One
Drinking from the west wind when hungry and drinking from the river drunkenly, laughter turns hardships into roses. The world of mortals drifts by in a dream, and I can sing songs as I walk across the green mountains.
4. What are the sentences describing "bicycle"
1. The first two wheels of the bicycle are small and exquisite, and the seat is like a two-wheeled crescent. It is all green and has fashionable and dynamic patterns. The handlebars are black and very nice.
2. A few days ago, my father and mother bought me a bicycle. It has an orange body, the driver and the back seat are black, the wheels are very small, about 40 centimeters in diameter, the back seat is very low, you can put some things in it, the handle and seat can be adjusted in height, even if I grow taller You can ride even if you are older. It is a foldable bicycle that can be folded and placed in the trunk of a car when traveling, which is very convenient.
3. My mother has a small and exquisite "Feige Brand" 24-type bicycle. It was wearing light blue clothes and looked very chic. It has two curved handles, like a pair of antelope horns; the handles have a pair of black covers, as if wearing a pair of black gloves. The wire gate is curled up like two dragon whiskers wrapped around the handlebars. The round car bell was pressed lightly, and the tinkling sound was clear and sweet. A flying pigeon is painted on a slanted beam. It seems to be flying briskly in the blue sky of the reunification of the motherland. The car seat is dark and soft, like sitting on a sofa, very comfortable.
4. I have a small and exquisite bicycle. It looks like a handsome little girl wearing a red dress. It is so cute.
5. My "Giant" is so beautiful. The body is blue, and the wheels and steel wires are spinning circles of halo. I push forward and keep moving forward. It is light and agile. ,secure.
6. Every time I see my bicycle, I feel a sense of intimacy and joy in my heart. It has a light and compact body, like a young buck ready to go, ready to leap into the sky at any time. The only thing The only drawback is that it cannot speak, but it is definitely a good listener. It is the only one willing to listen silently to my joys and sorrows. Do you think I can dislike it?
7. I have a novel off-road bicycle. The horn-like handlebars are covered with shiny black anti-skid covers, and the brand-new body is wrapped around the curved brakes. The wide basket is connected to the body, and there is a long chain on the two round rubber tires.
8. The bicycle looks very special. Its wheels are large at the front and small at the rear. The seat is like a moon, extending to the entire rear wheel. It’s strange! It's all blue, with fashionable and dynamic patterns. The handlebars are black and very nice. It also has many functions. There is a shift button on the left side of the handlebar. As long as you press it up while riding, pedaling will become very easy and the speed of riding will be very fast. This gear is the most suitable When going uphill and when the road conditions are good, the normal gear can meet the requirements. There is also a lifting button, which is used by people to control the height of the seat. If a tall person rides it, press the button and it will rise. If a short person rides it, press it back and it will return to its original position.
9. Low carbon, environmental protection, health, sports, vitality, vitality, 0 emissions, exercise, life lies in movement - this is a bicycle
10. The body of that bicycle is white , green, and round wheels, like the hot wheels at the feet of Nezha in the myth. It seems that as long as you ride on it, it will carry you to the clouds and mist.
11. I have a bicycle. It was a gorgeous bicycle made of silver grey, pink and white with beautiful patterns.
12. I remember how handsome and chic it was when I first bought it, with its dark coat, shiny handlebars, and no noise when pedaling. But now its coat is covered with a layer of dust, and its handlebars are also scarred. When I started driving, it was really lively, just like a cassette player, and I could only hear the squeaking, squeaking, and squeaking sounds coming out. This was good, because the car was afraid that I would be lonely, so representatives from each department's spare parts department came to talk to me, which made people on the street look at me with "envy", which was really embarrassing.
13. The people riding bicycles on the road are rushing forward like a tide. It is like thousands of horses galloping and rushing thousands of miles.
14. A person riding a bicycle with the wind straightens his body, like a ship with sails hoisted, and moves forward quickly.
15. The afterglow of the setting sun slants on the cheeks, the breeze blows, the sycamore leaves fall gently, the leaves rustled by the wheels, look back, the sunset dusk, flying leaves, bicycles, End of the world!
5. Beautiful sentences about bicycles or bicycles
Bicycles
Good sentences: That bicycle has a white and green body and round wheels. It's like the hot wheel at the feet of Nezha in the myth. It seems that as soon as you ride on it, it will carry you to the clouds and mist.
Good paragraph: My mother has a small and exquisite "Fei Ge" 24-type bicycle. It was dressed in light blue clothes and covered with snow-white gauze, looking very chic. It has a curved handle, like a pair of antelope horns. The handle has a pair of black handles, as if wearing a pair of black gloves. The wire gate is curled up like two dragon whiskers wrapped around the handlebars. Press the round car bell lightly, and the sound of "ding bell" is clear and sweet. A flying pigeon is painted on a straight slanted beam. It seems to be flying briskly in the blue sky of the motherland. The car seat is black and soft when you sit on it, like sitting on a sofa. It is very comfortable. Look: that How small the wheels are! Hey! Don't underestimate it, it is the most important. Although the wheels are small, they are very strong, full and powerful. This bike is light and agile and brings a lot of joy to my mother.