Poetry about fate

This poem about fate is as follows:

1, Qingshan makes people drunk, and the gains and losses are all real things. Well, in his life; Lost, in my life.

Translation:

The understanding of Qingshan is intoxicating, and the gains and losses will eventually be heaven. Well, it's in people's lives; What I lost was my life.

Appreciation: Being in Yancheng, the author can't help thinking about the past and drawing lessons from the past, and admires Yan Zhaowang's grand move of recruiting talents and rejuvenating the country here. And what can the author do as a member of the intellectuals in Yuan Dynasty? You can't control your own destiny.

Vegetation knows sorrow, but Hua Shao is actually bald. Sigh this life, give up and get it! Regardless, I will marry Dong myself, and I have to endure it for a long time!

Translation:

Flowers and trees seem to know sadness, so how can they turn white when they are young? Alas, in this life, whoever abandons you will take you back! Follow the east wind, regardless of spring, let you wander around, how can you bear to stay!

Appreciate:

It seems that the quality of willow vegetation is also known. When the beautiful spring is coming to an end, white catkins hang all over the crown, as if the head is white; However, the back of the poem reveals the sadness that self-harm will eventually die. "Marrying Dongfeng Spring" means that catkins are blown off by Dongfeng and spring is ignored; I am more worried that I will not know where I will be thrown by fate in the future, and my confidant can't ask.

3, what is the limit of light cold and drizzle! It's hard to control the spring without saying anything. What's wrong with being drunk for you? I'm afraid I'll break people's intestines when I wake up.

Translation:

The cold drizzle shows tenderness, but the spring is short and the beautiful scenery will wither. What's wrong with getting drunk? I'm afraid people will wake up with their hearts broken.

Appreciate:

The heroine's anxiety was too deep, and the beautiful scenery in spring quickly slipped from her sad eyes. Finally, she let out a sigh of "Spring is hard to control and she said nothing". Yes, but I can't leave spring without being sent away.