What are the poems about fate?

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Complain about your feelings and eyebrows

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The curtains are covered with a thin layer of frost in the morning. Oh, try plum makeup with your hands. Each has his own hatred, so the paintings are far away.

Think of the past and cherish the lingering fragrance. Easily injured. It is the most heartbreaking thing to fold the song before laughing.

Three sad poems, the third part

Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen

I'm sitting here alone, mourning for both of us. How many years is my seventy years old? .

No offspring is fate, and Pan Yue just mourned his dead wife in vain.

Even if you can bury it, you can't tell a passion. What an illusory hope the fetters of the afterlife are.

I can only miss you with my eyes open all night, and I will repay my gratitude for my life without raising my eyebrows.

Guests come from afar.

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

The guests came from far away and left me alone.

Thousands of miles apart, the heart is still good.

The literary talent is double mandarin ducks, and the lovesickness quilt is cut.

With Sauvignon Blanc, fate is indissoluble.

Who can leave here when painting with glue?

Quail day

Song Dynasty: Shi Xiaoyou

A silence, a silence. I can't stand wasting my time. Autumn is crisp, geese sound oblique, and cicadas sound intermittently at night. ?

A good marriage ends in a bad one. Cold nights are like water for years. The dream spirit braved the wind and rain and flew over Jiangxi.