-Shi Naian is from Pinyin Y ǒ u yuá n qi ā n l ǐ l á i xi ā ng hu, W ǒ yu á n Du Mi à n b 1 xi ā ng f é ng English has been degraded as an act of God. You have seen him; Otherwise, even though you have walked a long way, you may fail. Explain fate: fate. It is a metaphor that people who are destined to meet even if they are thousands of miles apart, and people who are not destined to meet even if they walk face to face.
If you are destined to meet, even if you are thousands of miles apart, you will eventually meet or know each other; If the two sides miss each other, even if they are close at hand, they will not know each other or meet each other. Fate Poetry: Chen, born in Suizhou, Hubei Province, now lives in Harbin. He loves writing and has been a senior editor and poet for more than 20 years. His works are rich, and his written works are scattered in Modern Poetry, Tianzhu Literature, Poetic Life, Tianfu Poetry Magazine, Writer, Youth Literature, Narcissus Poetry Magazine and other countries.
The window of Poem | Destiny Sky: My Heart reveals my lonely heart. In the morning, mountains and rivers wake up from a leisurely spring dream. In spring, the hurried steps merge with the bright street lamps of the stars, and the dreams of the night disappear before dawn. I am anxious to tell reed leaves that the caution and rigor of the Dragon Boat Festival are wrapped in layers to commemorate the day of the Dragon Boat Festival. I get up and drink it all the time of the year. My face and tears reflect each other. I feel poetic pity and cherish in the cup. I wrote all the rumors about butterflies. The butterfly in my childhood hometown experienced wandering imagination in middle age, and acacia gave birth to endless sadness. Move out of the old house in my hometown and talk about ideals and love with time. I tried to comfort you. A cluster of dead flowers on the horizon opened you up. I fell in love with your quiet innocence and exquisiteness. The colorful time in June is doomed to be fiery, burning and sinking. Your loud flute is dedicated to my long-cherished wish. The sky is magnificent, the mountains and rivers are vast, the wind is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the forest of steles is towering. I imagine that you will try the blood scab of your soul in a disaster, calm and stubborn. A series of long exclamation points lined up. Sentences in line. Walking in the streets, bamboo shoots after the rain set off the broken kisses of towering flowers. Starry sky, spring dream, infinite winter yard, lazy crossing the corner, slender stone path, long as jade, shallow old-fashioned etiquette, no one to shelter you, lonely shadow, wandering around, falling into the heart for velvet flowers, fragments of time flying in the wind, a string of crying wounds, six petals of rain and dew, shame and diarrhea, a beautiful and clean mythical wilderness, an extraordinary and refined mist yarn, night. The snow in the humble hometown of flannel cotton cloak has warmed up, and it is difficult to abstract homesickness. Homesickness is strong and implicit. Many children surrounded by snow and snow fled the caress of the night outside the window. Sleeping nasal sounds enter Yuan Ye Mountain Road. Letter from home is scary. Go back to your door and imagine your eyes standing in the mirror in autumn. Your solid proverbs are like snow in winter and shy pupils. Bitter and thin, I cried against the rising sun. The wings and feathers of the fickle destiny world dance wildly. Whose dancer dances sadly? Your disappointment is also like the imprint of countless bone marrow splashing in the thin and bright brow. The night of temptation is slowly unfolding. I look forward to you. The fishing fire in Gusu blossomed all the way. The spring and autumn in your eyes has become a hesitation today. The endless grass has grown into the strangeness and forgetfulness of the cross. The first snow accumulated for a long time shed its cocoon and turned into an umbrella. My voice is awkward. Bright jumping tree head, your fluttering shadow hits the field of vision you are looking for, spreading your posture lower than that of flowers, indulging in the snow, standing in your heart, comforting you, listening to the sound of snow in Qianshan, listening to the sound of the earth sleeping time, rustling emotions and surging poetry, like a pine tree, looking down at your sadness, I can't catch the tail of years, and the snow falls without feeling, breaking your empty days. A season of cold sorrow, desperate confusion, and the sadness of meeting you wandering unexpectedly, I hurried away, slowed down and sat by the window with a quiet face. You fell to the ground in the clean and silent night sky, and the eyes of stars and mountains pierced the wings of my life, looking at me and talking to you.
2. What are the sentences about fate? 1. One of the poems in Answering Gu Yan and Seeing New Sentences in Nangong, Song Lu: "Make Jinling hate the city and know the fate in Yunshan."
2. Zhou's "Opening the Curtain of chanting": "I know that it is difficult to enter lightly, and I dare to compete with Yang Huayanzi."
3. Shen Congwen's Guisheng: "You and I are poor, which has nothing to do with us, but a little fate with wine."
4. Liyuan Opera "Into the Kiln": "It is our fate that brings us together." At a certain time and place, two or more people see each other at the same time. Gofman's definition of encounter: continuous mutual concern between people in public and private occasions.
5. Shi Ming Nai 'an's "Water Margin" back to the 36th "Water Margin Wu Yong Ju Dai Zong Jieyang Ridge Song Jiang Li Fengjun" Li Jun always misses, as long as he goes to your county to see his brother, he can't go because of his shallow fate.
6. Yan Jiangdong's "Yan Jiangdong Quotations": "Why are you persistent? If you die, you don't need medical treatment.
3. The word describing fate is puzzling: fate. An indecomposable fate. This is a metaphor, indicating an inseparable connection or relationship.
Don't know face to face: don't know face to face.
Divide the thin fate: in ancient times, it was called shallow fate.
Shallow point and thin edge: in the old society, it was called shallow edge.
Shallow predestination: The old society was called shallow predestination.
Bound together: fate: fate. It describes that men and women love each other and cannot be separated. It also means that they have an inseparable fate.
Thin fate: refers to bad fate and shallow fate.
Trees are predestined friends: trees are Sanskrit, the abbreviation of solitary garden, where Sakyamuni stopped when he went to give up his country. It refers to the fate of Buddhism.
Thousands of miles of marriage: a long marriage fate.
Fate help: the fate is deep, and you can donate as much as you like.
Leave naturally: leave: borrow. God-given fate refers to a rare good opportunity.
Once in a lifetime: once-in-a-lifetime fate.
It is predestined to meet thousands of miles away: as long as people are predestined, they will meet even if they are far away.
Fate: Fate. People are destined to meet even if they are thousands of miles apart. People who have no fate will not come together even if they walk face to face.
Thin margin and shallow margin: refers to shallow margin.
Shallow margin: lack of margin.
4. Fate famous sayings Fate famous sayings: There are thousands of miles to meet, and there is no chance to meet.
—— Shi Naian is from the pinyin Y ǒ u yuá n qi ā n l ǐ l á i xi ā ng hu, W ǒ yu á n Du Mi à n b 1 xi ā ng f é ng English has been degraded by providence. You have met him; Otherwise, even though you have walked a long way, you may fail. Explain fate: fate. It is a metaphor that people who are destined to meet even if they are thousands of miles apart, and people who are not destined to meet even if they walk face to face.
If you are destined to meet, even if you are thousands of miles apart, you will eventually meet or know each other; If the two sides miss each other, even if they are close at hand, they will not know each other or meet each other. Fate Poetry: Chen, born in Suizhou, Hubei Province, now lives in Harbin. He loves writing and has been a senior editor and poet for more than 20 years. His works are rich, and his written works are scattered in Modern Poetry, Tianzhu Literature, Poetic Life, Tianfu Poetry Magazine, Writer, Youth Literature, Narcissus Poetry Magazine and other countries.
The window of Poem | Destiny Sky: My Heart reveals my lonely heart. In the morning, mountains and rivers wake up from a leisurely spring dream. In spring, the hurried steps merge with the bright street lamps of the stars, and the dreams of the night disappear before dawn. I am anxious to tell reed leaves that the caution and rigor of the Dragon Boat Festival are wrapped in layers, and all the time in a year is the Dragon Boat Festival. I got up and drank. My face and tears reflect each other. I feel poetic pity and cherish in the cup. I wrote all the rumors about butterflies. The butterfly in my childhood hometown experienced wandering imagination in middle age, and acacia gave birth to endless sadness. Move out of the old house in my hometown and talk about ideals and love with time. I tried to comfort you. A bunch of dead flowers on the horizon hit the clock. I fell in love with your innocent and delicate quiet smile, and best of youth in June was doomed to a fiery love, burning and sinking. Your loud flute is dedicated to my long-cherished wish that the sky is a different color. Mountains and rivers are wild, the wind is clear, the sky is blue, and the forest of steles is awe-inspiring. I imagine that when you are in disaster, you wipe the blood scab of your soul, calm and stubborn. A series of long exclamation points lined up. Travel time, starry sky, spring dream, infinite winter yard, lazy bend, slender stone path, jade-like, shallow old-school etiquette, you without shelter, lonely shadow, wandering around, falling into the heart for velvet flowers, fragments of time flying with the wind, a string of crying wounds, six petals of rain and dew, shame and diarrhea, a beautiful and clean myth wilderness, an extraordinary detachment. Silent velvet, cotton, pity cloak, humble hometown, warm home under the snow. Homesickness is hard to abstract. It is strong and implicit. Many children surrounded by snow and snow fled the caress of the night outside the window. Sleeping nasal sounds enter Yuan Ye Mountain Road. Silent. The muddy eyes of the cliff are in shock. A letter from home went back to the door. Imagine your eyes standing in the mirror in autumn. Your solid motto is as shy as the snow in winter. My pupils are bitter and thin, I hold up the rising sun to fight back, I cry, you break out of the cocoon, and the wings of the impermanent destiny world dance around. Whose dancer jumps sadly, your disappointment is like a flower, and countless traces of bone marrow splash from your thin and bright brow. The night of temptation is slowly spreading out, and I am looking forward to you, and the fishing fire in Gusu is blooming all the way. The spring and autumn in your eyes has become today's wandering, and the endless grass has grown into the strangeness and forgetfulness of the cross. The first snow accumulated for a long time shed its cocoon and turned into an umbrella. The sound is loud and clear, jumping at the top of the tree, and your fluttering shadow collides with the vision you are looking for. Spread your posture lower than the flowers in your dreams, indulge in the snow, and welcome you with the comfort of your warm heart. Qianshan is open-minded and tolerant, listening to the sound of snow. The earth is sleeping, and my thoughts are poetic, like a pine tree. It is a quiet night. Looking down at your sadness, I can't catch the tail of years. Xue Rui didn't touch your empty days, and my eyes were filled with the melancholy of snow. My childhood was a cold and sad season, and I bumped into your wandering sadness. I passed the time in a hurry, and my quiet face sat at the window. You landed in the clean and silent night sky, and the eyes of stars and mountains pierced the wings of my life, looking at me and talking to you.
5. Idioms describing fate are inextricably linked: fate: fate. An inseparable destiny. Metaphor is an inseparable connection or relationship.
Don't know face to face: don't know face to face. Metaphor is that there is no fate between us.
Divide the thin fate: in ancient times, it was called shallow fate.
Shallow point and thin edge: in the old society, it was called shallow edge.
Shallow predestination: The old society was called shallow predestination.
Tied together: fate: fate. Describe the love between men and women, inseparable. It also means that the two have an inseparable fate.
Poor life: refers to bad life and shallow life.
Trees are predestined friends: trees are Sanskrit, that is, trees are short for solitary gardens, where Sakyamuni stopped when he went to give up his country. Refers to the fate of Buddhism.
Thousands of miles of marriage: a long marriage fate.
Fate help: the fate is deep, and you can donate as much as you want.
Take a day off at your convenience: leave: borrow. The fate given by heaven. Refers to a rare good opportunity.
Once in a lifetime: once in a lifetime.
It is predestined to meet thousands of miles away: as long as there is fate between people, they will meet even if they are far apart.
Destiny meets thousands of miles, but never meets: fate: fate. People are destined to meet even if they are thousands of miles apart. People who have no fate can't come together even if they walk face to face.
Thin margin and shallow margin: refers to shallow margin.
Shallow fate: lack of fate.
Fate: Fate: Fate. Yun: frugality, lack. I: Not so good. Fate is shallow and bad.
Only tree is predestined friends: only tree: Buddhist abbreviation of solitary garden; Fate: Fate. Have a relationship with Buddhism.