The poem about fate is 1. Bloom has no regrets, and fate is like water.
"bloom has no regrets, and fate is like water." From Li Qingzhao's "Residual Flowers" in Song Dynasty.
I. Original text
Residual flower
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Bloom has no regrets, and fate is like water.
Bloom flowers fall for bloom, flowers fly for sorrow.
Flower sorrow is flower tears, and flower tears are broken.
Flowers dance, flowers cry, flowers cry, petals fly.
Flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers fall for whom to grieve.
Second, the source
Song Li Qingzhao
Extended data
Li Qingzhao (1March 08413 ~11May 55 12) was born in Zhangqiu, Jinan, Shandong. In the Song Dynasty (the turn of the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties), the poetess, represented by graceful and restrained words, was known as "the first talented woman in the ages". In the lyrics, he wrote more about his early leisure life, his later life experience and sentimental mood.
In form, it makes good use of line drawing, forms its own school and has beautiful language. On the theory of ci, it emphasizes harmony and elegance, puts forward the theory that ci is different from one family, and opposes the method of writing ci into poetry. There are not many who can write poems. Some chapters have a sense of the times, praise history and use generous words, which is different from their style of words. There are Yi 'an Jushi Collection and Yi 'an Ci, which have been lost. Later generations have a collection of Yu Shu's ci. There is a collation of Li Qingzhao's collected works today.
Baidu encyclopedia-Li Qingzhao
2. What is the next word of fate?
Fate comes and goes, and it never dies. Bloom's flowers have fallen and grown.
Fate comes and goes, and it comes and goes in a hurry. If you don't face each other, the fate will be lost.
Fate comes and goes like water, and bloom falls like a dream.
Fate comes and goes like water, and bloom is silent.
Fate comes and goes like water, and feelings come and go.
Seeing flowers makes me drunk, and fate is like water.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Love is like the wind, and there are thousands of vicissitudes on my shoulders. I just want to say a word and look forward to this opportunity.
Fate comes like water, fate goes like water, love is like water, like water tenderness, drowning all beings! Love is always inevitable on the long road of the world of mortals. Even if you can understand the mystery, you will never jump out of this word!
Fate came, fate went, fate met water and killed an enemy with one shot.