1. Quotes about fate
Quotes about fate: We are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet you, we will never meet.
--Shi Naian comes from "Water Margin Chapter 14" Pinyin yǒu yuán qiān lǐ lái xiāng huì , wú yuán duì miàn bù xiāng féng English As decreed by providence you have met him; otherwise you might have failed although you traveled a long way. Explain fate: fate. It is a metaphor that people with fate will get together even if they are thousands of miles apart. People without fate will not get together even if they walk face to face.
Modern translation: If we are destined to each other, we will eventually know each other or meet each other even if we are thousands of miles apart; if we are not destined to each other, we will not know or meet each other even if we are close at hand. Extended information Poems about fate: About the author: The sky of fate, whose real name is Chen Yanqiu, is originally from Suizhou, Hubei, and now lives in Harbin. He loves writing everything related to words. He has been creating literature for more than 20 years. He is a senior editor poet and has many rich works. His written works are scattered all over the world. See "Modern Poetry", "Tianzhu Literature", "Poetic Life", "Tianfu Poetry Magazine", "Writers", "Youth Literature", "Daffodil Poetry Magazine" and other 70 domestic WeChat online media and various social literary groups.
"Poetry | The Sky of Fate: Thoughts" The window flap reveals my lonely thoughts. In the morning, the mountains and rivers wake up from a spring dream. The hurried footsteps of spring melt the starlight. The bright street lamps extinguish the night before dawn. Talking in my sleep, I ran to tell the reed leaves. The solemnity and rigor of the Dragon Boat Festival wrap up the corner of the sea and sky during the Dragon Boat Festival. All the time of the year. The Dragon Boat Festival ***. I stood up and drank the fine wine. My face and tears complemented each other. The feeling filled with poetry in my cup. I write all the rumors about butterflies out of compassion and love. My childhood hometown is far-reaching. Butterflies go through wandering imagination and lovesickness in middle age and give birth to pupae. Endless heartfelt sadness. I move out of my hometown. The nostalgia of the old house is close to my knees. I talk about ideals and love with the years. Apart from nostalgia, I am old. The empty chores in the house, I try my best to comfort you, the reverie of a cluster of dead flowers on the horizon, the hour hand opens your lotus, a fragrance and clear rhyme, I fall in love with your innocence and exquisiteness of your quiet smile, the shining time of June, destined to be a hot love affair. The burning and blooming of your flute is dedicated to long-cherished wishes. The unique color of the sky, the mountains and rivers, the wilderness, the clear sky, the clear sky and the forest of steles, your awe-inspiring air. I imagine you wiping the blood scabs of your soul in times of disaster, your desolate calmness and stubbornness, a long string of Exclamation marks lined up, phrases, wind and rain, walking through the streets, bamboo shoots after the rain, towering flowers, broken kisses, retrograde time, starry sky, spring dream, infinite winter garden, laziness, crossing, the advent of a corner, a slender stone path, as long as jade, time, shallow and old-fashioned etiquette There is no one to protect you, you are looking around in despair, the lonely shadow is falling in all directions, and the velvet flowers are sneaking into the heart. The fragments of time are flying and the wound of the wind is a string of cries. The six-petal rain and dew shamefully purged the sick wilderness. A pure and pure myth. The otherworldly mist has faded. The indifferent smell of night, the quiet street lamp reveals the ethereal murmurings, the overtones of winter snow return to the silence, the soundless velvet pity the simple hometown of the mantle, the snow falls warmly, the nostalgia for home is concrete, difficult to abstract, the motionless nostalgia is strong and subtle, outside the window Many children surrounded by the wind and snow escaped from the caress of the night. The sound of sleeping nasal sounds walked into the wilderness and mountain roads. Silent and as quiet as a gossamer. The muddy eyes on the cliff were still in shock. A letter from home returned to the same place and shattered at the door of the house. Imagine the autumn. The eyes that cannot escape stood side by side. Mirror, your solid maxims are like goose feathers in winter, heavy snow, shy pupils are bitter and thin, I hold a full hand, the counterattack of the rising sun, weeping, you break out of the cocoon, the ever-changing world of fate, the wings and feathers of the world are messy, whose dance is graceful and sad, your melancholy is also like a flower. Countless bone marrow marks splashed between the thin and shiny brows. The tempting night slowly spreads out the haggard letter of heaven. I look at you from afar, and the fishing fires in Gusu are blooming all the way. The spring and autumn in your eyes have become today's hesitation, and the endless grass has grown. The unfamiliarity and forgetfulness of the cross. The long-awaited first snow breaks out of its cocoon and becomes an umbrella. My voice is loud and clear. I jump across the treetops. Your fluttering shadow crashes into my vision. Dreams and dreams expand. Your posture is lower than the flowers. Standing indulgently with the snowflakes. The comfort of your heart beats to greet you. The mountains are open-minded and tolerant. Listen to the sound of snow. The earth is sleeping. Time is rustling. Feelings are rushing. Poetry is like a long pine tree. It is hearty and shivering. A group of quiet nights. Eyes are not clear. Looking down at your sorrow. I can't catch the tail of the years. In the empty days, my eyes hide the melancholy of snow. My childhood is a season of cold thoughts, traveling through despair and confusion, and unexpectedly encountering your lingering sadness. My hasty rush dissipates the time, and my calm face is sitting by the window. You are covered with clean clothes. The eyes of the stars and mountains and rivers falling silently in the night sky pierce through my life-long dreams. I look at you speechlessly. 2. What are the sentences about fate
1. One of the poems "New Sentences in Reply to Gu Yan" written by Lu Nangong of the Song Dynasty: "I even hate the market, knowing that fate is in Yunshan." < /p>
2. "Yong Lian" by Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty: "Knowing that there is no destiny, it is difficult to enter lightly, so I dare to compete with the Yanghua Swallow."
3. Shen Congwen's "Guisheng": "You and I He is a poor man who has nothing to do with anything except wine.
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4. Liyuan Opera "Enter the Kiln": "It is our fate that we are connected and accompanied by each other. "At a certain place at a certain time, two or more people see each other at the same time. Goffman's definition of encounter: the continuous attention between people in public places.
5 .The thirty-sixth chapter of "Water Margin" by Shi Naian in the Ming Dynasty, "Liangshan Bo Wu Yong lifted up Dai Zong and Jieyang Ridge Song Jiang met Li Jun" Li Jun often misses him and wants to go to Guixian to meet his brother, but he can't go because of the shallow fate.
6. Yan Jiangdong's "Quotations of Yan Jiangdong": "Why force it when fate is gone? If your heart is dead, there is no need to heal. 3. Words to describe fate
Indissoluble fate: Fate. Fate that cannot be broken down. A metaphor for a connection or relationship that cannot be liberated.
Don’t know each other: Don’t know each other face to face. .It is a metaphor for not being destined to each other.
fen thin yuan shu: In the old days, it was said that the fate was shallow.
fen shian yuan thin: In the old days, it was said that the fate was shallow.
fen shian yuan Xing: In the old days, it was said that fate was shallow.
Inseparable fate: Fate. It describes a man and a woman who are passionately in love and cannot be separated. It also means that the two have an inseparable fate.
Fate is thin. Frugality: Refers to bad luck and shallow fate.
Just the tree has fate: Just the tree: Sanskrit means just the garden. The abbreviation of the lonely garden is given by the tree, which is where Sakyamuni stayed when he went to the country of She to preach. Chu. Refers to the predestined relationship with Buddhism.
Thousands of miles of marriage: a long-distance marriage.
Be willing to help: depending on the depth of fate, donate as much as you are willing to do.
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The fate given by God refers to a rare and good opportunity.
The fate of one-sided meeting: the fate of meeting each other.
Destined for thousands of miles Come to meet: As long as there is fate between people, they will meet each other even if they are far away.
If you are destined to come thousands of miles to meet, if you have no fate, you will not meet on the opposite side: fate: fate. People who are fate will meet each other even if they are far away. Even if we are thousands of miles apart, we will get together. Even if people who are not destined to meet face to face, they will not be able to get together.
Fate is thin and shallow: refers to the shallowness of fate.
Fate is thin and shallow. Shallow: Lack of fate. 4. Quotes about fate
Quotes about fate: If you are destined to meet you thousands of miles away, if you are not destined to meet you, you will never meet on the opposite side.
--Shi Naian from "Water Margin Chapter 14" Pinyin yǒu yuán qiān lǐ lái xiāng huì , wú yuán duì miàn bù xiāng féng English As decreed by providence you have met him; otherwise you might have failed although you traveled a long way. Explanation: fate. It is a metaphor that people with fate will get together even if they are thousands of miles apart. People without fate will not get together even if they walk face to face.
Modern translation: If we are destined to each other, we will eventually know each other or meet each other even if we are thousands of miles apart; if we are not destined to each other, we will not know or meet each other even if we are close at hand. Extended information Poems about fate: About the author: The sky of fate, whose real name is Chen Yanqiu, is originally from Suizhou, Hubei, and now lives in Harbin. He loves writing everything related to words. He has been creating literature for more than 20 years. He is a senior editor and poet. He has many works and a collection of written works. See "Modern Poetry", "Tianzhu Literature", "Poetic Life", "Tianfu Poetry Magazine", "Writers", "Youth Literature", "Daffodil Poetry Magazine" and other 70 domestic WeChat online media and various social literary groups.
"Poetry | The Sky of Fate: Thoughts" The window flap reveals my lonely thoughts. In the morning, the mountains and rivers wake up from a spring dream. The hurried footsteps of spring melt the starlight. The bright street lamps extinguish the night before dawn. In my sleep, I ran to tell the reed leaves. The solemnity and rigor of the Dragon Boat Festival wrap up the corner of the sea and sky during the Dragon Boat Festival. All the time of the year. The Dragon Boat Festival ***. I stood up and drank the fine wine. My face and tears complemented each other. The feeling filled with my poetry. I write all the rumors about butterflies out of pity and love. My childhood hometown is far-reaching. The butterfly has gone through middle age, wandering imagination and lovesickness, giving birth to a pupa. Endless heartfelt sadness. I have moved out of my hometown. The nostalgia of the old house has reached my knees and I have talked about ideals and love with the years. Apart from nostalgia, I am old. The empty chores in the house, I try my best to comfort you, the reverie of a cluster of dead flowers on the horizon, the hour hand opens your lotus, a fragrance and clear rhyme, I fall in love with your quiet smile, the innocence and exquisiteness of June, the shining time, destined to be a hot love affair. The burning and blooming of your flute is dedicated to long-cherished wishes. The unique color of the sky, the mountains and rivers, the wilderness, the clear sky, the clear sky and the forest of steles, your awe-inspiring air. I imagine you wiping the blood scabs of your soul in times of disaster, your desolate calmness and stubbornness, a long string of Exclamation marks lined up, phrases, wind and rain, walking through the streets, bamboo shoots after the rain, towering flowers, broken kisses, retrograde time, starry sky, spring dream, infinite winter garden, laziness, crossing, coming out, a corner of slender stone path, as long as jade, time, shallow and old-fashioned etiquette There is no one to protect you, you are looking around in despair, the lonely shadow is falling in all directions, and the velvet flowers are sneaking into the heart. The fragments of time are flying and the wound of the wind is a string of cries. The six-petal rain and dew shamefully purged the sick wilderness. A pure and pure myth. The otherworldly mist has faded. The indifferent smell of night, the quiet street lamp reveals the ethereal murmurings, the overtones of winter snow return to the silence, the soundless velvet pity the simple hometown of the mantle, the snow falls warmly, the nostalgia for home is concrete, difficult to abstract, the motionless nostalgia is strong and subtle, outside the window Many children surrounded by the wind and snow escaped from the caress of the night. The sound of sleeping nasal sounds walked into the wilderness and mountain roads. Silent and as quiet as a gossamer. The muddy eyes on the cliff were still in shock. A letter from home returned to the same place and shattered at the door of the house. Imagine the autumn. The eyes that cannot escape stood side by side. Mirror, your solid maxims are like goose feathers in winter, heavy snow, shy pupils are bitter and thin, I hold a full hand, the counterattack of the rising sun, weeping, you break out of the cocoon, the ever-changing world of fate, the wings and feathers of the world are messy, whose dance is graceful and sad, your melancholy is also like a flower. Countless bone marrow marks splashed between the thin and shiny brows. The tempting night slowly spreads out the haggard letter of heaven. I look at you from afar, and the fishing fires in Gusu are blooming all the way. The spring and autumn in your eyes have become today's hesitation, and the endless grass has grown. The unfamiliarity and forgetfulness of the cross. The long-awaited first snow breaks out of its cocoon and becomes an umbrella. My voice is loud and clear. I jump across the treetops. Your fluttering shadow crashes into my vision. Dreams and dreams expand. Your posture is lower than the flowers. Standing indulgently with the snowflakes. The comfort of your heart beats to greet you. The mountains are open-minded and tolerant. Listen to the sound of snow. The earth is sleeping. Time is rustling. Feelings are rushing. Poetry is like a long pine tree. It is hearty and shivering. A group of quiet nights. Eyes are not clear. Looking down at your sorrow. I can't catch the tail of the years. In the empty days, my eyes hide the melancholy of snow. My childhood is a season of cold thoughts, traveling through despair and confusion, and unexpectedly encountering your lingering sadness. My hasty rush dissipates the time, and my calm face is sitting by the window. You are covered with clean clothes. The eyes of the stars and mountains and rivers in the silent night sky pierce through my life-long dreams. I look at you speechlessly. 5. Idioms describing fate
Indissoluble bond: fate: fate. An indissoluble bond. A metaphor for a connection or relationship that cannot be broken away.
Don’t know each other face to face: Don’t know each other face to face. It means that they are not destined to each other.
In the old days, it was called shallow fate.
In the old days, it was called shallow fate.
fenshianyuanshu: In the old days, it was called shallow fate.
Indissoluble bond: fate: fate. It describes a man and a woman who are passionately in love and cannot be separated. It also means that the two have an inseparable fate.
The fate is bad and the fate is shallow.
Just the tree has a destiny: Just the tree: Sanskrit, it means the Garden. The tree is the abbreviation of the Lonely Garden. It is the place where Sakyamuni stayed when he went to the country of She to preach. Refers to the predestined relationship with Buddhism.
Thousands of miles of marriage: a marriage that is far away.
Help as you please: As your fate deepens, you can donate as much as you are willing to do.
Heaven makes a holiday and its own convenience: leave: borrow. A fate given by God. Refers to a rare opportunity.
The fate of meeting each other.
Destined to meet thousands of miles apart: As long as there is fate between people, they will meet each other even if they are far apart.
We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, we will not meet each other: fate: fate. People who are destined to meet will get together even if they are thousands of miles apart. Even if people who are not destined to meet face to face, they will not get together.
Yuanbofenshian: refers to the shallowness of fate.
The fate is shallow: the lack of fate.
Yuan saves life: Yuan: fate. Xing: stingy, frugal, lacking. Jian: It didn’t go well. The fate is shallow and the fate is bad.
Only the tree has fate: Just the tree: Buddhist language, the abbreviation of the lonely garden; Yuan: fate. Have a connection with Buddhism.