The poem about fate is 1. What are the poems about "destiny"?
1, Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang's crossing the zero ocean.
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
2. Song Dynasty: Lu You's Five Complaints (I)
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
3. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
4. Han dynasty: Cao zhi's seven-step poem
Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot.
We are born from the same root. What's the hurry?
5. Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen's Four Thoughts Poems.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
There are many poems about fate.
Bao Zhao's Quasi-Hard to Walk (I)
Drain water and level the ground. Each one flows east, west, north and south.
Life has a life. Ann can sigh or worry.
Think wine is tolerant. A toast is hard to cut off the road.
If the heart is not wood and stone, there will be no feelings. Want to say or say, and want to do, no longer say anything.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival by Han Yu to Zhang, the second official.
The clear sky has opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze blows across the sky, and the bright moon shows its waves.
The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing.
But your song is so sad and your voice is so bitter that my tears turned into rain before I finished listening to it.
On the Dongting Lake, Jiuyi Mountain towering into the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, sobbing.
At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and quietly, as if I were hiding.
I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell.
Yesterday, I played drums in front of the country, an emperor was crowned, and a realm changed.
The pardon runs 300 miles a day, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced.
Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed.
My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing.
My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street.
Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing.
Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a song completely different from yours:
Tonight is the loveliest moon in a year, and everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control. However, if we refuse this glass of wine, can we choose more tomorrow? ?
Bai Juyi was drunk and presented to Ambassador Liu 28th.
You drank wine with me for me, drank wine with me, and we played chopsticks and sang songs together.
Although your poetry is first-class and can be called a national champion, it is doomed that you can't get it.
Dou Rong's eyes are decent, but you stay lonely for a long time. Full officials have their own satisfactory positions, but you are empty.
I also know that you should be very tired, but these 23 years have been too much loss.
Wang Changling's Long Songs
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
People in the same robe are old when they meet.
North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road.
There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.
The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years.
Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.
Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song.
The sad song of five watches
Again, worry about it.
Listening to the first watch, the drums are loud and my heart is agitated.
Looking back, how extravagant it was to hold a banquet.
Enter the mutton, pour the wine and sing loudly.
Now, in a lonely shop, I have to get drunk in the village.
I'm afraid that wine is light and sorrow is strong, so how can I sweep away my sorrow?
Second watch, desolation
Second, the exhibition turns to sadness, and the dream is difficult to round.
Before, I slept on gum and wore gorgeous silk clothes.
Now reeds are curtains, soil is pits, and cold air enters.
The walls in Leng Yue are cold, and the eaves are shallow and the night is sad.
The poor pillow was full of desolation and got up and walked around the room.
Midnight, autumn
In the middle of the night, drums are drumming and gongs are ringing at night.
I was shocked that my dream came true. It is infinite.
At the beginning, the situation was clear. Who was rude?
Jiuqing called the younger generation and the prime minister a private official.
Now the tide is gone, scattered like grass.
Four people watching, hopeless.
On the podium, drums are beating all around, and the stars are flowing.
Think about it, that day, the python jade in the sky
Now I don't want to be a dragon building, bid farewell to Fengge, and feel lonely.
In the crow's hair shop, the moon shadows the grass bridge smoke.
It's a long way. You can watch it once.
Even, desolate
Bustling, people wake up, and the weather is even worse.
It's winter, the wind is very cold, and the frost is blowing on the clothes.
Who is more diligent, diligent and warm to each other.
With the cold moon shadow, Ma Si hissed.
It looks so bleak, it is better to die!
There is no destiny that can't be overcome by contempt. -albert camus's The Myth of Sisyphus
Claude, you are a spider! Claude, you're that fly, too! You fly to science, to light, to the sun. You just want to go to the free air and the infinite glory of eternal truth. However, when you approached the bright window leading to another world, to the bright world and to the world of wisdom and science, you were a blind fly and a stupid scholar, but you didn't expect that fate had hung a thin spider web between you and the light, and you threw yourself in, poor thing. -The Vice Bishop of Notre Dame de Paris, Flo (also translated as Claude), engraved the word "destiny" in the shadow of the church.
The tragic fate of Oedipus and Sisyphus is worth reading.
If someone wants to say that fate is in their own hands, then "others think so" is ridiculous and sad. Your destiny is intertwined with others because you and others are the same world, but you are only one person. How many others are there? Your strength may not be so good in front of powerful people. Fate is just something you can't control. Maybe it comes from the strength of others. However, personally, it is not shameful to lose to fate, but to someone who has connections in Chichiwa.
Infinite distance, countless people, all related to me. -Mr. Lu Xun So you can't organize yourself as calmly as you think, because there are too many people related to you. Are even with you. In life, you can't dominate one side, which produces a wonderful sense of helplessness. I believe this is fate.
3. Poetry related to fate
A few people on the ground looked at me in the blue sky.
Based on this belief, I will serve my country at all costs, even at the expense of my own life, whether I am lucky or unlucky.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Say goodbye to your unmarried, but now these boys and girls are in a row.
Poor bones by the river, still living in the boudoir.
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night. -Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew"
Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. How many times have you known each other? -Li Yu's "Broken Array"
Wan Li was a guest when he came, and today he sent him to an old friend. -Si Kongshu's "Meeting Friends in the Gap"
Cai Li is next, but he is the marquis. -Xin Qiji's "Bu Operator"
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? . -Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang
4. Poetry about fate
1, Lishan dialect, it's sunny all night, and Yuling won't complain.
More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
From: Qing Nalan Xingde's Magnolia, Antique Words, Friends of Cambodia.
I think, the vows of eternal love between the Emperor Tang and the imperial concubine are still in my ears, but in the end, I made a final farewell. Even so, there is no resentment. The unlucky Jin Ichiro who is with me now is not as good as the wish made by Emperor Tang Ming.
Yiyi seems to be talking with a poet. At that time, she refused to marry Chunfeng, but she was mistakenly hit by the autumn wind for no reason.
From: Song He Zhu's Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond.
Swaying with the wind, she seemed to be telling a poet her sorrow. She refused to drive in spring, but now she suffers from desolation in the autumn wind for no reason.
3, sigh this life, who gives up who gets it!
Regardless, I will marry Dong myself, and I have to endure it for a long time!
From: Cao Qing Xueqin's Catkin in Tang Duoling.
Alas, in this life, whoever abandons you will take you back! It doesn't matter if you follow the east wind and spring breeze. How can it last?
4. Look at my husband, Jiang Youyou. A woman turned to stone and never looked back.
On the top of the mountain, the wind and rain alternate every day. If pedestrians can come back, stones should also be able to talk.
Said by: Tang Wangjian, Wang Fuzhi.
Where I am waiting for my husband, the river is endless. The woman turned to stone and never looked back. At the top of the mountain, wind and rain cycle alternately every day. If pedestrians can come back, then stones should be able to talk.
5, once the song and dance rose, once the poetry and songs were cheap.
The favor of the past has been completely cut off, and the old people who have fallen out of favor are hard to please, just like spilled water.
Said by: Nagato Complain by Tang Xuhui.
Once the newlyweds who are singing and dancing are favored, the old poems and books of the old people become humble. The favor of the past has really been completely cut off, and the old man who has fallen out of favor is like spilled water, which is difficult to regain favor.
5. What are the ancient poems about the struggle against fate?
Yes .
Zheng Banqiao's.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,
There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold;
Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Hedgehog bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
A piece of green shade is like washing, why bother to protect bamboo?
It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.
A kind of bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.
Frost and snow move to court, and new green is sprinkled.
After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.
Don't be blown away by the wind.
A kind of bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
One paragraph after another, thousands of leaves remain;
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
Title calligraphy and painting
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
A bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with joints, fragrance and bones,
Everyone is a gentleman, young and old.
There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones.
Let him go against the wind, be harsh, and there will be news of the spring breeze.
Title calligraphy and painting
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
A gust of wind rolled back and the bamboo branches were in the air.
It's really my business to sweep the clouds and fog. I can't just sweep the floor.
There are many other poems that show that Zheng Banqiao is not satisfied with the status quo of seclusion, but is ambitious and just "like a duck to water".
You can learn something online.
6. What are the poems about "destiny"?
1, sick owl
Year: Tang Author: Han Yu
On the east side of the house, there is a ditch and there are sad cries. Green mud covers the wings, and you can't walk when you pat.
Scouts call each other, and the rubble competes with each other. It is reasonable to strangle the life of the school.
It's no shame to catch the noise. It's full of fun. Sunny days take the place and high winds follow.
I ordered the couple to take care of Honghu Lake. Today's bad luck is a panacea.
If you want to hurt, you can't do this. What can I get? I can't bear to take advantage of its danger.
Beggar, you will die. Take a bath and clean the pool. Don't eat fish in the morning, stay at home to guard against foxes.
Self-knowledge made Mond hesitate for a long time. Immersed in deep bamboo bushes, hunger will come to the base.
Show irresponsible gratitude and listen firmly. Yesterday, I had the strength to fly over the fence.
He left suddenly this morning without telling me. Luck is not your blessing, but you should have a look at heaven.
Capital ejection, vertical axis is not easy to bully. Don't be ashamed of mud pit, mud pit is a good rule.
2. Tears of Gold Powder (56 songs)
Year: Modern Author: Chen Duxiu
Desai came to the same fate, how to separate the priesthood from the king.
In addition to committing the crime of no monarch, I came to the King Kong Fa Conference.
Thoughts on 3.7 10
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
On this day ten years ago, depending on the seal of Yanzhou.
With my first gold medal, my crown is still black.
Whoever loses control of Gan Kun will cross the river.
Although the soil is safe, forget your family and help yourself.
The real door is cracked, and the fool is trapped.
Recalling the danger and urgency, everyone forgot the humiliation and humiliation.
Bold push, but it's hard to see black eyebrows.
The thief will be killed and the rent will be reduced.
My work is a little poor, and my own affairs are too long.
Thin, greedy and demanding.
I am doomed, and I am frustrated.
I crossed the horse three times and crossed the boat four times.
The Great Wall, the green tomb moon, and the great man, Mount Braque, fell down.
Just rest on your shoulder and make time for this season.
It is still too early to dismiss officials, and bankruptcy will be particularly beneficial.
The mourning of cypress is earlier than the mourning of cypress, and the food is restrained.
A letter has nothing to gain, but it has thousands of debts.
The clothes are all standard, and even the bed medicine has not been cured.
Poor people are not as good as ancient princes.
Public opinion about who can become a poet, Dr. Lotus.
4. The Last Year
Year: Song Author: Su Shu
Last year, the clear water rocks came to Hu, and the Yellow River was narrow and stubborn in winter.
Violent as wind speed is ghostly, and dogs are cruel as wolves are greedy.
Detective Ma Xing ran sweating profusely, and the warrior cracked the crown.
Tong Yong saw less than ten thousand soldiers, and he was half hungry by the river.
The style of severe cold is boils, but I can't bear to cross it.
It's the golden seal of Yongfu, and the paper clothes in the army are like mud money.
The conference semifinals laughed at each other across the water, and it was useless to kill them.
When the same state is in an emergency, it is difficult to be sincere without soldiers.
Rong Yuan's army has 800 men, and those who take the lead fight first.
Yan Yan sent a letter and sent five thousand cavalry. On this day, he retired from the army.
At ordinary times, Jiabao's example is Wu He, and the county magistrate forced him to swing his empty fist.
What a pity! Fu Tian has no ambition. He is like a poor man in one night.
Han will be pale and yellow, and Lu will ride mountains and rivers.
The implication of Guan is sincere, and people who are loyal and benevolent can announce it.
The fate of scholars is not good either. Our teachers are weak and our neighbors are strong.
However, I recall that Chang 'an had nothing to do, and it was particularly embarrassing to talk about the disaster.
It's only talent to boast of wealth and happiness and to grasp the soil and uncover the wood.
The living don't know what sin, brains all over the sky.
God can really help Rong Lu, but it can't solve the problem of prospering the Central Plains.
In the case of Rongsuo 800 County, our country knows who is pitiful every day.
Wuzhong, depending on the boat, worrying about stealing.
Travellers migrate to battlements, and they are cold and unreasonable when they are old.
Last year passed without asking, so lie down and pray for the coming year.
5. "Send Zheng"
Year: Song Author: Xiang Anshi
Zheng He I am cold, and Lu Ziquan is separated by several mountains.
When can I see a thousand rooms without a tile?
It is the fate of a scholar not to do worldly things and be kind to others.
The three cities did not waste burning meat, and the teacher's concerns were returned several times.