A famous saying about fate:

It's fate to meet thousands of miles away, but never to meet each other. -Shi Naian comes from The Fourteenth Back of the Water Margin

Pinyin y ǒ uyuá nqi ā nl ǐ lá ixi ā nghui, wú yuá ndumi à nb ? xi ā ngfé ng

English asdecreed by providenceyouhavemehim; Others Wiseyoumighthavefaledalthough outraveledalongway.

Explain fate: fate. It is a metaphor that people who are predestined will get together even if they are thousands of miles apart, and people who are not predestined will not get together even if they walk face to face.

If we are predestined friends, we can meet each other even though we are thousands of miles apart. If the two sides miss each other, even if they are close at hand, they will not know each other or meet.

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Poems about predestination: Author's brief introduction

The predestinated sky, whose real name is Chen Yanqiu, originally from Suizhou, Hubei Province, now lives in Harbin, and loves writing with words. He has been a senior editor of poets for more than 2 years, and his works are abundant. His written works are scattered in Modern Poetry, Tianzhu Literature, Poetic Life, Tianfu Poetry Magazine and Writer.

Poetry | The Sky of Fate: My Heart

The window reveals my lonely heart

I wake up from a spring dream in the mountains and rivers in the morning

The hurried steps of spring melt away the brightness of the stars

The street lamp disappears the dreamy night before dawn?

I ran to tell Wei Ye about the prudence and preciseness of the Dragon Boat Festival.

I wrapped the corner of the sea that commemorates the Dragon Boat Festival.

All the time of the year.

Dragon Boat Festival * * * _ Meichen fine wine

I got up and drank it.

My face and tears reflected each other.

My poetic pity and love were immersed in the cup?

I write all the rumors about butterflies.

Butterflies with far-reaching childhood hometown

Wandering through middle age

Imagination and acacia gave birth to pupae

Endless heartfelt sadness?

I moved out of my hometown's old house.

I talked about my ideals and love with the years.

I tried my best to comfort you.

I tried my best to comfort you.

I opened your lotus with fragrance and rhyme when I saw the clock.

I fell in love with your quiet and smiling innocence and exquisiteness.

June was full of splendor.

Your resounding flute is dedicated to your long-cherished wish. The sky is a different color.

The mountains and rivers are clear, the sky is blue, and the forest of steles is awe-inspiring.

I imagine that when you are in a disaster, you will try the blood scab of your soul.

A series of long exclamation marks lined up.

Sentence Walking through the streets through the rain

Bamboo shoots stand tall after the rain < P > there is no shelter for the shallow and old-fashioned etiquette of the years

you are absent-minded, looking around, and falling grass in all directions is the enemy

the fragments of velvet flowers sneak into your heart, flying swiftly

the wound of the wind is a string of crying, and six petals of rain and dew shed shame on the wilderness of the ointment

a beautiful myth is extraordinary

the misty yarn lightens the cold taste of the night

The quiet street lamp reveals ethereal. > The snow in my hometown makes me feel warm.

Homesickness is hard to be abstracted. The homesickness is strong and subtle.

Many children surrounded by snow and snow outside the window

The caress and sleeping nasal sound that escaped from the night walked into Yuan Ye.

The mountain road was silent, and the muddy eyes on the cliff were in shock.

A letter from home returned to the door in situ, and the ground was broken.

The eyes that could not escape in autumn stood in a mirror. P > shy pupils are bitter and thin

I hold the counter-attack of the rising sun

I weep over your broken cocoon and fickle fate

The wings and feathers of the world dance in disorder

Whose dancer jumps sadly, and your disappointment is as thin as a flower

There are countless marks of bone marrow splashed between the shining brow

The night of temptation slowly spreads out the gaunt letter of heaven

I am far away. Unfamiliarity and forgetfulness of the cross

The first snow that has been gathered for a long time has shed its cocoon and become an umbrella. My voice is loud and I jump over the tree.

Your fluttering shadow crashes into the field of vision you are looking for.

Beyond your dreams, you expand your posture and indulge yourself below the flowers.

Snowflakes stand on your heart's comfort.

Welcome you to Qian Shan's open-minded tolerance.

Listen to the sound of snow, and the earth is rustling in sleep. <

I can't catch the tail of the years.

Rainy snow breaks your empty days.

My eyes are covered with the melancholy of snow.

My childhood was a cold season, and my worries shuttled through despair.

I ran into the sadness of your wandering.

I hurried away my time and walked slowly.

My quiet face sat by the window, and you fell silent in the night sky.