Cann't penetrate the light and shade of the sky
All I know is that this is the end of the road.
Still hold your head high
Have faith in your steps.
Grow strong wings
Transcendence is only in one thought.
Give up or take a step back?
destiny
-To my daughter who's on her way.
Yu rongbin
A Mao Mao rain can decide the victory or defeat of the war.
It can even change the course of history.
Opportunities of all sizes.
Constitute a person's destiny
Directing colorful life.
Nature has rules to follow, and everything has a cause and effect.
No one can predict or decide.
Don't ignore the opportunities in life.
Believe in wisdom, perseverance and perseverance.
When you are confused or even desperate.
We should summon up courage and fight against fate.
Fate will never be the same.
It's sunny after the rain and dawn after the night.
Winter snow indicates the arrival of spring.
What is the poem of destiny? I suggest you read the poems of Hungarian poet petofi. He is a war poet, and there are many stories about fate in his poems. He is unwilling to rebel against fate. The above is my personal opinion, and I recommend a song: Look, my tears bless you, the stream in my forest circle flows to the distant river, and the beautiful flowers bloom on both sides of your river in spring. There are also two rivers flowing on this face. Come on, you miserable tear! But on your journey, ah, the flowers didn't bloom. In summer, the sun shines hot, and in the flame of light, the stream is blocked by the river. Ah, the scorching summer sun, ah, the red light, you have absorbed the waves in my eyes! Autumn is coming. The flowers on the river bank withered and were caught in the waves of the river. Sadness is coming. The sadness of life disappeared and was involved in the torrent of tears. Four winters are gloomy and cold! You put a chain on the river. It's cold in winter! You froze my two tears. Five streams, ah, streams! Quietly flowing away, quietly flowing, flowing, flowing into the sea. My tears, flow, flow, ah, in death, for you, maybe I have peace. There are many more here. You can see Lingshi Island/Yi Shi/Peterffy by yourself.
Sarah-a classic poem lamenting fate
The cigarette lip line thinks that some things will not change.
Fingerprint fragrance
Come and go, things change.
When you say love to me
But what is love?
When I was about to forget
Reminded by fate again
An encounter turned into a permanent separation.
Tears are shaking.
The curse of fate
A hand that glides across the face
Very gentle
Can't wait until dawn
Two people exchange the weight of sadness.
Too late to be white-haired
Maybe the dream is too long.
I'm so flustered.
You're like
Brave and desperate
Borrow a shoulder
No warm chest
Who will accompany me to eternity?
Please don't cry.
Love is a sweet poison.
The temperature of the palm gently soothes my brow.
I really love you.
My heart belongs to you.
Forget everything and live only for you.
Don't say anything
After listening to this song
We are all right, just passers-by in fate.
Time is running out.
My heart just wants to be with you now
Not that you are weak, happy and lonely.
Last day
I collect it for you.
The further you go,
The longer the back.
Gene, it's time to go back.
That memory, you forgot me.
I walked to the end of time alone.
Please don't cry.
Love is a sweet poison.
The temperature of the palm gently soothes my brow.
I really love you.
Even gave you my life.
Forget everything and live only for you.
Don't say anything
After listening to this song
We are all right, just passers-by in fate.
Time is running out.
My heart just wants to be with you now
Not that you are weak, happy and lonely.
There are more poems about fate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1
A black dagger.
A sword dripping with snow
A bullet from the chest
Experienced events
Now look down.
There is nothing left.
Everything is simple.
The darkness of the past
It seems to be just around the corner.
This is all in the past.
The danger is as simple as that.
2
I don't want to say anything more.
Is it hard?
Rough is not rough.
It's over.
It's all right now.
It's all right now.
More important than anything.
It's all right now.
Nothing is lost.
three
There is nothing to complain about.
Really not
Take all the mistakes yourself.
One person bears all the pain.
Self-deprecating experience is your own wealth.
Your own destiny is your own income.
No one can take it away.
No one can get it
Have such a harvest
enough
I should be satisfied.
four
The road of life is your own.
Fate created itself.
Walk all the way down by yourself.
Appreciate the scenery in your heart.
What others can't see
You can see for yourself.
No one else can feel it.
You can feel it yourself.
What is this?
This is a harvest
This is wealth.
five
I've been through so much.
I've seen a lot of backstabbing.
Body and soul were badly injured.
Only the brain is healthy and lively.
I stood up.
Recite the poem again
Into the spring
raise one's voice in song
six
I sing loudly.
I'm alive and strong.
Ever since I was alive
I won't stop singing.
How nice it is to sing.
Singing is better than anything.
Being able to sing is happiness.
Being able to sing is happiness.
What about the pain?
Has long been overwhelmed by happiness.
seven
Don't dwell on the past.
Forget what should be forgotten.
Forget the sinister experience
Forget that sinister face
Forget the villain.
Forget * * *
Forget so many sad things.
Forget so many stages that make you lose your self-esteem.
It's over.
Spring is coming
I'm going to spring
eight
The wounds of the mind have healed.
Why bring them up again?
The unpleasant things are over.
Now is the time to create happiness.
Create by yourself
Feel for yourself.
There is no obvious shot to hide behind.
No one interferes.
Do what you like.
Sing happily by yourself.
nine
After so much suffering.
And suffered so much.
Now my body and mind are restored.
My appetite is much better.
Start (a disease)
How nice spring is!
There is energy.
In good spirits, too
In a happy mood
In spring
* * * Run
10
Is the spring of life here?
I can already feel it.
Poetry in spring fills my heart.
It feels really good.
Work hard.
Life has just begun.
Youth thrives in my heart again.
Now I really think
Destiny is firmly in your own hands.
Hang in there.
Don't bow to fate.
Spring has just begun.
Hurry up and start your own sowing.
Start your own creation! ...& gt& gt
Label: The first classic of composition: there are sentences about actors, and there are ancient Chinese sentences about actors. The next one: dream with a gun, a flower falls.
Sad poem of fate? We have the same dream,
seek ...
Even if life comes to an end.
Everything will change.
But our hearts are the same!
Like the fate of cigarettes.
We persevere.
Because we are not afraid of fate.
Poems about fate make waves at will. It's better to hate people than water.
Time of my poems destroyed by fate: 2014-1-10 Reading: 220 times Source: Short Literature Network
I hate you, but I care about you. You don't know everything about me. You don't know that I have a lot of sadness. You don't know how lonely my tears are, and you don't know that my heart is blocked by panic.
You don't know I work hard. You don't know that I have practiced for you hundreds of times. You don't know that I go to a place to exercise alone. You don't know that I care about this. I care about this more than anything else.
You don't know I cried. You don't know that there are countless pains hidden behind my smiling face. You don't know my soul cries at night.
Fate, what can I do to save you? The harder I work, the more you laugh at me. The harder I work, the more frivolous you are. I don't know what to do.
What do you want to change tomorrow? You take what I have, there is nothing, and you empty me out. Why? why?
If you want to force me, why don't you tear my pain with me and make me cry?
I'm a little overwhelmed. Really, really. This time has really hit me too hard. I don't know where the blue sky is or where the exit is. One by one, they were shut down and they escaped.
I am a poor pony, my pain can't be measured by my feet, and the density of bitterness can't be measured by seawater.
Like a storm or a volcano, or a typhoon raging in my heart, killing my dreams.
How can you be so cruel, cruel, heartless and heartless?
I can't touch you, my free laughter can't get close to you, my familiar body temperature can't hold you tight, and my piety has been scarred by the sharp harvest of time.
Fate is a bronze mirror,
The orange sun,
See the hope.
Pale moon,
I can only see despair.
Island Soul-Destiny
The spring of my life was swallowed up by the merciless tears of the past memories, and I dared not think about it again. I never thought of sailing in the blue sky when time gave me countless mental injuries.
I cried out in my dreams countless times, forgetting myself and giving myself a new start. For the dignity of life, for the meaning of life, why not let me explore a sky of my own?
I believe my blue sky is under my wings. Even if I die on the way forward, please don't laugh at someone you haven't looked up to, and he will step out of the sky with your ignorant laughter.
He wants to fly away from this earthly island, knowing that he may die, but he will never give up. Before he dies, please let me fly over this vast ocean, leaving my lonely soul scarred and turning into an elf-like breeze in the surging moonlight, drifting across all the oceans.
A beautiful sentence about fate 1. The spacious life avenue is still waiting for me to finish. Just because dark clouds cover the sun doesn't mean I can swallow it. One day, I will stand in the sun and run again. Even if it rains cats and dogs and the snow falls on the iceberg, I will look for the bright sunshine and run with it again. That is, from now on, I will not look at the world with my previous pessimism.
People who are dissatisfied in one place may not be happy in another landlord.
3, life is not one after another can not be defeated, helpless friendship, helpless hatred, helpless life, helpless life, helpless work destroys every place!
Everyone's fate is different, just like sunshine can dispel all kinds of haze.
5. Fate is a gamble. It's best to follow your heart and be your truest self. The mutual appreciation in the world, the past, let him disappear with the wind. In the future, let him be natural. Let him cherish what he has now. Only in this way can we cherish and deserve. Quiet and far-reaching, can see through the world of mortals. Only when you are satisfied and grateful can you smile at life.
6. We are a bad chess game. Day and night are a game of chess. Let him go east and west, or catch or kill, and then return to the box one by one.
7. Destiny is not an eagle, it crawls like a mouse.
8. Fate is not guided by China in advance, but explained effortlessly afterwards.
9. personnel must be related to heaven and earth before they can succeed.
10, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the sky.
1 1, I suddenly feel that everything is fate, whether it is gathering or parting, everything can only follow fate. I have given myself to fate. It depends on fate whether I will live alone or start over.
12, if you are poor, the nuggets will become copper; If life is rich, pick up white paper and turn it into cloth.
13. Fate is an accident that tests a person's talent.
14, I want to hold my destiny by the throat, and I must never let it make me yield.
15, people should be like people, don't be puppets, and be subject to capricious fate.
16, measure the future with past lives's iron casting facts, and watch the fire!
17, I can't control my own destiny, I can only cooperate with it and let it develop in the direction I guide to some extent. I am not the captain of the brain, just a noisy passenger.
18, many people are better than the sky, and the sky can also beat people.
Sighing the poem of life is the reverse of everything; Time flies, and a hundred generations have passed. And floating like a dream, for joy geometry?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Three spring flowers are early, so flowers are early. Flowers bloom and fall, and life grows old.
Who reads the west wind alone? Rustling yellow leaves close the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the mountain.
Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was in the dim light.
Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber.
Now it is yesterday, and the flowers are like her.
If life is just like the first sight, why does the west wind become a mystery?
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I won't forget it if I don't think about it.
From then on, it hurts to say goodbye to spring, and dusk is only for pear blossoms.
I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what you are crying about. I remember my life in the sound of heartbroken.
Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time.
It is difficult to violate the world, and the heart of reincarnation remains unchanged.
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.
The tea in Baoding is still green, and the chess in the secluded window is particularly cold.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
When flowers can be folded, they must be folded straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing dreams into ancient and modern times.
Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Spent a similar year, each year is different.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
The joys and sorrows on paper are embarrassing, and the axis is waiting to be collected.
This is the trace of ten years, the heart of ten years.
Label: The first classic of composition: there are sentences about actors, and there are ancient Chinese sentences about actors. The next one: dream with a gun, a flower falls.