The poem describing fate that can be encountered but not sought is as follows:
1. The long river passes by, and I laugh and ask who is a frequent visitor in the world. In the final analysis, fate is nothing more than this: if it is deep, it will gather together; if it is shallow, let it go.
2. Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend.
3. Some people feel like old friends at first sight; some people feel like they are old as new. In the final analysis, the depth of our friendship is determined by fate.
4. On the 30th day of the month, I miss you all the time.