Cherish the fate, the picture is beautiful with words.
1, cherish the fate. It's beautiful to have pictures and words: the poem of cherishing fate. Poems describing "fate" are:
It has been many years since Liu Yong wrote Yulin Order, which should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are varied, and it is more important to talk to people.
Ouyang Xiu's "Life Checker" Last January night, the flower market was full of lights. At the end of the month, it is about dusk. May each other cherish the picture of fate.
Yan's "Linjiang" records Xiaoping's first meeting, which has two key points. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. When the bright moon was there, it returned with colorful clouds. Cherish fate. Good morning. Pictures with words.
Cherish fate and cherish each other's beautiful sentences. Yan's Partridge Sky is full of colorful sleeves and jade bells, but she was drunk in those years. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
Li Chi Ngai's Operator I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
There is something fishy about Qin Guan's "Queqiao", and the flying stars spread grievances, and both silver and Chinese are dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Be kind to the consciousness of cherishing fate.
Zhou Bangyan's "Journey to Youth" is like water, beating snow and breaking new oranges. At the beginning of the brocade, the smoke of animals is constant and the sound is relatively adjusted.
Looking for him in the crowd of Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan, suddenly looking back, the man was there, with dim lights.
Kang and his "Sauvignon Blanc" have a strong sense of romance, a strong sense of concubines, and they are good and simple. Meet JIU Lisong. Treasure the good morning pictures of friendship and fate with words.
Zhu's "Qingpingle Summer Tour of the Lake" made me stay for a while. Hand in hand on the Lotus Lake Road, a moment of plum drizzle.
Yu Lin Liu Lingyong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, nostalgia, Lanzhou hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? Cherish the pictures of fate with words.
After autumn, cicadas cry quickly and sadly. Facing the pavilion, a sudden rain just stopped, and it was in the evening. Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already waiting to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, my eyes filled with tears until I couldn't speak, and there were thousands of words in my throat. Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn. It's been a long time since I left each other, and people who love each other are no longer together. I think even if we meet fine weather and beautiful scenery, it just seems like nothing. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
Ouyang xiu, birth check-up
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
Last year, on the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month, the lights in the flower market were as bright as during the day. The moon rises at the top of the willow tree, and he asks me to talk to him after dusk. Cherish friendship. Good morning. Pictures with words.
On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are the same as last year. Never see last year's lover again. Pearl's tears soaked her clothes.
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal was independent and slightly quick.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
When I woke up, I saw the high-rise door locked, the wine color faded, but the curtains hung down heavily. The hatred aroused last winter annoyed me because the fallen flowers stood alone and the swallows danced in the drizzle. The most beautiful picture of fate.
I still clearly remember the first time I met Xiaoping, wearing a small dress embroidered with the word gravity. Playing the pipa string to tell the taste of acacia. At that time, the moonlight was as bright as jade, and she returned like a beautiful colorful cloud. Cherish the collection of two-character pictures.
Partridge sky >: photos of Yan Huailian's fate and meeting.
The first time I met you, in the crisp cup where I met you for the first time, it was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that my face flushed when I took a sip. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night.
After parting, I remember meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times. Tonight, I look at you with a silver lamp, but I'm afraid this meeting is in my dream.
When I met you that year, I was so gentle, beautiful and affectionate that I was flushed with drunkenness. At night, when the willow branches are opposite to the moon, we begin to dance. We dance and sing heartily until the roof falls from the treetops outside the building at night. We are too tired to shake the peach blossom fan any more.
Since that parting, I have always missed that wonderful meeting and hugged you in my dream. Tonight, I hold up the silver lamp and look at you carefully. I'm afraid this meeting will appear in my dream again.
Li Chi Ngai the soothsayer.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it. Good morning. Pictures and encounters are fate.
I live at the source of the Yangtze River and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I think about you every day but I will never see you, but I drink the water from the Yangtze River. When will this river stop flowing like this? When will this hatred stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and I will never let you down.
Queqiao Qinguan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
A Journey to Youth Zhou Bangyan cherishes the good morning words of friendship and fate.
The sword is like water, the house is better than snow, and the hand breaks the new orange. At the beginning of the brocade, the smoke of animals is constant and the sound is relatively adjusted.
Ask in a low voice: Who are you with? It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it's better to have a rest and walk less.
Translation: Both lovers * * * enter the fruit orange. Broken oranges are bright and clean, as clear as clear water; Plates of oranges are bright and clean, and fruits and vegetables are fresh. The beautiful woman is dignified and elegant, breaking off new oranges for her sweetheart with her slender hands. How can a man not know the warmth of a woman to a man? Indoor, gorgeous curtains droop gently, plumes of warm atmosphere are filled, and the tenderness between each other seems to melt in this atmosphere. They sat opposite each other, and the man was intoxicated by the sound of the woman. Late at night, the man got up and said goodbye to the woman. The woman asked him in a low voice: Where do you live now? It's already midnight. It's chilly outside, the road is slippery and frosty, and few people walk. You'd better not go.
"Jade Case Yuan Xi" Xin Qiji] Cherish the collection of pictures.
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Cherish fate, hold hands and take pictures with words.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. It is not easy to meet each other, so cherish the picture.
Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain. The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night. Cherish pictures, complete pictures.
The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling. I looked for her thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly turned around, but inadvertently found her in the scattered lights.
"Sauvignon Blanc" Kang Hezhi
Nanfeng, Beifeng, in the mist of lake light. Spring comes to worry about killing Nong. The edge of the photo.
LaVida is strong, concubine is strong, and oil wall car is light. Meet JIU Lisong.
There is a peak in the south and a peak in the north. Between the two peaks, a lake is shrouded in mist. Spring has come, facing the beautiful lakes and mountains, there are thousands of worries.
Lang's affection is strong, and mine is strong. I rode a fragrant oil wall car, and Lang rode a green BMW. I remember seeing him for the first time in Jiulisong. Cherish the pictures of people who are destined to have words.
"Qingping Music Summer Tour of the Lake" Zhu
Angry smoke dew. Leave me for a while. Join hands with Lotus Lake on the road. A Mao Mao rain in Huangmei. Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing.
Send grief with the group temporarily. It's time to share, and then come to the makeup table. Cherish each other's pictures with words.
In summer, the West Lake, with its lakes and mountains, is full of smoke, which makes people want to stop. Walking hand in hand with my lover on the lakeside path with lotus flowers in full bloom, it rained plum blossom drizzle in an instant.
Simple and naive feelings are not afraid of suspicion, and I fell asleep in his arms. When we parted, we were reluctant to go back to the abyss of lovesickness and sadness, and were too lazy to go near the dresser. Cherish the accompanying pictures.
The above is related to the poems of cherishing life, and it is the sharing of poems of cherishing life. I saw the picture of cherishing fate with beautiful words, I hope this will help everyone!