Iron Pen Fortune Telling _ Iron Pen Fortune Telling Cheats

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We need a lot of natural beauties,

Let the beautiful roses never fade,

But the blooming flowers should be carved in time,

You should give your memory to a fragile heir;

But you, only with your bright eyes,

Feed yourself as fuel for the flame in your eyes,

It's too hard to fight against yourself,

Turn fertile land into wasteland.

You are now a fresh ornament on the earth,

It is also the only striker in Jinxiu Yangchun.

Why bury Fuyuan in the bud,

Gentle bitch, stingy, but save it?

Have pity on the world, otherwise, greedy husband,

Swallow a part of the world from you and the grave.

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When forty winters surround your rosy cheeks,

Dig a deep ditch in your beautiful garden,

Your clothes when you were young, so enviable,

Will become a rags, who also don't see:

At that time, if someone asked you what your beauty was,

Where is the treasure of your youth,

You said, "In my sunken eyes,

Is the shame of greed, and useless praise. "

Your beautiful use will be even more commendable,

If you can say, "I am rebeccalu's child.

Will sum up my account and forgive my old age. "

Prove that his beauty comes from your blood!

This will help you recover in your old age,

Bring your cold blood back to life.

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Look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror.

Said this pang should be another pair now;

If you don't rebuild it soon,

Deceive the world and deprive the mother of happiness.

Because where can a woman be so virtuous?

Her virgin doesn't want to be raised by you?

Where is a stupid and willing person?

Be your own grave, not your own blood?

You are your mother's mirror, on yourself.

She called back her best wheatgrass April:

Similarly, from the window of your old age, you will see-

Wrinkled face-your golden years.

But if you live and don't want to be remembered,

When you die alone, your portrait will be with you.

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Handsome prodigal son, why do you want to let your share?

The beautiful legacy is exhausted on yourself?

Nature's gift is not given, she just rents it;

She is generous and only rents it to generous people.

So, beautiful bitch, why abuse it?

What about the gift you gave to others?

Why do loan sharks lose money?

You can't live with such a large sum of money?

Because you only deal with yourself,

It's like deceiving your charming self.

In that case, what account do you take to explain,

When nature calls you back to her arms and lies down.

Your unused beauty will go to the grave with you;

Use it. You live to carry out your will.

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In those days, light work was used.

Weave this lovely bright eye that everyone pays attention to,

One day, I will appear in front of it as the devil.

Chop the peerless beauty into an old clown;

Because I don't want to go to midsummer day and night.

Take it to bear fruit in the fierce winter;

Life was suffocated by severe frost, and all the green leaves fell again.

The snow buried the beauty, and it was naked everywhere;

At that time, if summer had not been refined,

Let it condense into perfume and lock it in a glass bottle.

Beauty and beauty will be cut off together,

Beauty, and the memory of beauty, are no longer mentioned:

But delicate flowers compete with winter,

Only when you lose color, you always spit out the fragrance.

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Then, don't let those rough hands in winter be erased.

Your summer, before you become elegant:

Incense some bottles; Put your beautiful baby

Hide in the treasure house before it dissipates.

This kind of loan is not illegally profitable.

Because it makes those who are willing to accept interest happy;

This means that you should give birth to another you for you,

Or, if a person is born at the age of ten, he will be ten times luckier;

Ten times happier than you are now,

If you have ten sons to reproduce you:

So, even if you die, what can you do?

Since you continue to live in your descendants?

Don't be willful: you are so beautiful, why are you willful?

Be the victory of death, let maggots be descendants.

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Look, when the sun shines on everything from the east.

Raise your burning head and lower your eyes.

They all admire his rise,

Looking forward to his sacred visit;

Then he climbed to the highest peak in the sky,

Like a mature prime of life, solemn and heroic,

All eyes still worship his brilliance,

Follow him closely in the golden driveway.

But when he dragged the tired wheels and raised the dust like an old man,

Trembling from the sky,

All eyes will sink from his footprints together.

Remove their respectful sight.

Similarly, once your glorious day disappears,

If there is no heir, you will die quietly.

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My music, why is it sad to listen to a concert?

Sweetness is incompatible, and happiness makes happiness laugh.

Why love you unhappy things,

Or why are you willing to accept your troubles?

If the sweet voice is perfect and harmonious

The coordination between relatives and friends worries you,

They just gently blame you for not.

Choke the ensemble in your heart with a solo.

Look at this string, the other's lover,

How to echo and oscillate harmoniously;

Like fathers, sons and happy mothers,

They got together and sang in unison.

Their silent songs are all the same.

Sing to you: "If you are single, everything is empty."

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Because you're afraid to wet your widow's eyes,

You committed suicide alone?

Oh, if you die unfortunately,

The world will cry for you like a widowed wife.

The world will be your widow, and she will be sad forever.

You didn't leave her your face before you died;

Other widows, with children's eyes,

Instead, you can keep the portrait of your lover in your heart.

See, the prodigal son's waste on earth.

Only with a new owner, the world is still enjoying;

But the consumption of beauty has an end in the world:

Not using it is to let it rot.

Such a heart will never have love for others,

Since it has a heart to commit suicide.

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Shame, denying that you don't love anyone,

You are unprepared for yourself.

Admit it, suit yourself, many people love you,

But if you say you don't love anyone, everyone should nod.

Because hate murder bothers you so much,

You are willing to commit suicide in many ways,

Committed to destroying your magnificent temple,

Your only idea should be to rebuild it

Oh, come back and make me feel better!

Is hate better than tender love?

You are so beautiful, may you be as kind,

Or at least be gentle with yourself.

Create another you, if you really love me,

Let beauty live on you or your son forever.

one by one

As depressed as you are, your son,

Will grow up in the world as soon as possible;

You inject fresh blood into youth.

It will still be yours when youth abandons you.

There is wisdom, beauty and prosperity in it;

Without this, it is stupid, aging and decadent:

Everyone thinks so, so the clock won't leak.

Sixty years is enough to make the world go up in smoke.

Let those who are not born with children pass on their inheritance,

Rude, ugly, clumsy, dead without a future;

Nature's favorite, her gift is also the richest,

We should cherish her generous gift as much as possible;

She carved you into her seal, which means

You don't want to ruin the manuscript by printing more copies.

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When I counted the chimes on the wall,

Watching the bright day fall into the fierce night,

When I stare at violet's senile face,

The curly hair of moss is sprinkled with white snow;

When I saw the towering branches and leaves fall,

Not long ago, it covered the panting cattle and sheep;

The green in summer is tied in bundles,

He had a thick white beard and was put on the bed;

So I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan:

One day you will join the garbage dump of time,

Since both beauty and wheatgrass have abandoned themselves,

Watching others grow up and wither themselves;

Nothing can resist the ruthless hand of time,

Besides giving birth, he will take you away when he comes.

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Oh, I wish you were yourself, but love, you

This is not for you, when you no longer live in the world:

You must be prepared for this day,

Give someone a handsome portrait of you.

In this way, the beauty you rent will last forever.

There is no expiration date; And then you will be again.

Yourself, when you die,

Since your son has kept your good image.

Who wants to let such a mansion collapse,

If carefully guarded, it can be maintained.

Its brilliance resisted the wild blowing in the middle of winter.

Ruthless death, heartless anger?

Oh, unless the prodigal son returns; I like it, you know.

You have a father; And make your son proud.

Easy

I don't collect my inferences from the stars;

But I thought I was also proficient in astrology,

But the passage of gas transportation is not calculated,

Famine, plague or four seasons;

I won't be able to tell fortune anytime soon,

Point out the lightning storm every moment,

Or whether the divination time for the king is smooth,

According to the secret I often find in heaven.

My skills only come from your bright eyes,

Constant binary stars, which indicate good luck:

As long as you change your mind and save money,

Truth and beauty will always be with you.

Otherwise, I will tell you this method:

Your end is the death of truth and beauty.

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When I silently observe all the lively life.

It only takes a moment to keep their wheatgrass,

The stage of the universe is only a trick.

Pulled by the stars in the sky;

When I found that people are as rich as plants,

Let the same day encourage and hinder him,

When you are young, you will be popular, and when you are prosperous, you will be rebellious.

Prosperity and brilliance are erased from memory;

So all this is a sign of floating.

I put you before my eyes,

Seeing cruel time and corrupt collusion,

Turn the day when you were young into night;

I will fight for your love and time:

He ruined you. I want to transplant you back.

Yi Liu

But why not take a more drastic approach?

To resist this damn devil's time?

There is no more auspicious weapon than my dead pen,

To protect themselves from decay and strengthen themselves?

You are standing at the top of prime time,

Many girls' gardens are not sown,

Chastity longs for your gorgeous hero,

More vivid than your portrait:

Only the thread of life can redraw life;

The brush of time, or my fragile tube,

Whether it's beautiful in spirit or appearance,

I can't let you live in front of people.

Give yourself, but still be yourself,

You must live and use your own pen.

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Who will believe my poems in the future,

If it is full of your highest virtue?

Although, God knows, this is just a graveyard.

Buried your life and half your true colors.

If I can write your beautiful eyes,

Count your beauty, the rhythm is fresh,

Future generations will say, "This poet lied:

Where will such a heavenly gesture fall on earth! "

So my poetry anthology was yellowed by years,

Will be despised, like a garrulous old man;

Your true face is wrongly accused of being a poet's madness,

There is also an exaggerated rhythm of an old song:

But if you had a living son,

You lived twice: in him, in the poem.

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How can I compare you to summer?

You are not only cuter than it, but also gentler than it;

The strong wind humiliated the buds that may have been loved.

The summer lease is too short;

The eyes in the sky are sometimes too dazzling,

Its shining golden face is often covered up:

Destroyed by accidental or impermanent heaven,

No fragrance is not ultimately carved or destroyed.

But your long summer will never be carved,

I won't lose your bright red teeth,

Or death boasts that you wander in his shadow,

When you are as long as time in immortal poems.

As long as there are humans, or people have eyes,

This poem will live forever and give you life.

Yijiu

Gluttony time, blunt lion's claws,

Ordering the earth to devour its beloved baby,

Get under the tiger's chin, pull out its teeth,

Burn the long-lived phoenix, destroy its species,

Let the season be sad or happy when you fly;

Moreover, fast time is wantonly destroyed.

The world and its easy-to-thank wheat straw;

Only this heinous crime I forbid you to commit:

Oh, don't carve years on my love's forehead,

Or scribble wrinkles with an old iron pen:

Don't dirty it in flight,

So that it can be a beautiful example for future generations.

But, crazy as it is, in the past, how hard you worked,

My love will last forever in my poems.

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You have a woman's face, born.

Plastic, you, my beloved mistress and lover;

There is a woman's gentle heart, but there is no.

Repeatedly changeable, like a woman's false heart;

Her eyes are brighter than hers and less affected.

I hope to gild everything;

The incomparable beauty controls all the beauty,

Even men are dizzy and women are surprised.

The beginning is to shape you into a woman:

But when nature shaped you, I was fascinated.

I gave you something by mistake and peeled it off.

My rights-this thing means nothing to me.

But nature makes you happy for women,

Let me have it, they enjoy your love.

Eryi

My poetic god is not like that one.

I only know how to paint his poems with powder,

Even the sky should be removed for decoration,

List every beautiful woman to praise her beauty,

Duality and all kinds of exaggerated metaphors,

Compare him to the treasures of the sun, the moon, the land and the sea,

April flowers, and this powerful universe.

Everything in its arms is beautiful.

Oh, let me really love and sing,

Besides, believe me, my love is comparable.

Any mother's son, though clever.

How about a golden candlestick hanging in the sky?

Who likes empty talk, let him talk endlessly;

I don't want to sell it, so I don't need to pray for my own use.

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This mirror will never convince me that I am old,

As long as you are still in that year;

But when there is a deep groove of time on your face,

I look forward to death to end my days.

Because all the cosmetics illuminate your beauty.

Just the glory of my inner surface;

My heart is beating in your chest just like you.

In my opinion: Then, how can I be older than you?

Oh, my love, please take care of yourself.

Just as I love myself, it is for you, not for me.

Holding your heart, I will be so solemn,

Just like a loving mother protecting her baby from disease.

Don't be glad that you live alone, if my heart breaks first;

You gave me your heart, not let me take it back.

Ersan

Like a first-time performer.

I forgot my role in the panic,

Like an angry beast,

Its excessive strength makes it timid;

Similarly, lack of calm, I feel forgotten.

Hold a ceremony of love,

Overwhelmed by my love,

Die in my own love.

Oh, please let my poem be my debater,

Tell me silently that my lingering heart,

It calls for love and demands return.

Than a sly tongue keeps talking to you:

Please learn to read silent love letters,

Listen to the magic of love with your eyes.

Si Er

My eyes pretend to be painters, and I put your portrait.

Painted on my heart, my body.

It's a photo frame with your beautiful face embedded in it,

And the painter's supreme magic weapon is perspective.

You should see through the artist's ingenuity.

Cherish your beautiful place;

It hangs in the middle of my chest studio,

Your eyes are the glass windows of the studio.

See how the eyes help the eyes:

My eyes depict your image, but yours is.

Open to the window on my chest, from where the sun shines.

I like to peek at you hiding in it.

But the art of eyes is ultimately attributed to this brilliance:

It only paints appearances, but it doesn't know the heart.

Erwu

Let those people (they are lucky)

Boasting about their prominent position and high-ranking officials everywhere,

As for me, fate refused me this honor,

Just a person secretly enjoying what he likes.

The prince's minions spread their golden leaves.

But like marigold in the sun,

Their pride was destroyed,

A frown is enough to carve their glory.

No matter how successful a famous soldier is,

As long as you don't miss a hundred battles,

He was erased from the honor list,

The merits of life only stop in silence;

So, how happy it is to love and be loved!

I will not emigrate, and I will not be afraid of being deported.

Erliu

My favorite person, your virtue

Let my courtiers strengthen my support for you,

I send this poem to you as a special envoy,

I came to report to you, not to show off my talents.

With such a heavy responsibility, I am clumsy and silent.

It is inevitable to appear naked and meet her.

But I hope your brilliant idea is not too vulgar,

Cover its nakedness in your soul;

So no matter what stars shine in my future,

Everyone gave me a happy smile,

Give me shabby love and gorgeous clothes,

Let me be worthy of your tender love.

Only then did I dare to boast of my love to you,

Otherwise, I am afraid that you will test me, so I will hide.

Erqi

I'm exhausted, so I'll go to bed and lie down.

Let my tired limbs rest all day;

But my mind will be ready soon,

When my body needs to rest, let my heart work.

I left my hometown because of my idea.

I sincerely want to give you incense,

Open my sleepy eyes wide,

Staring at the darkness that the blind can see;

But my soul, with its illusory eyes,

Give your beautiful image to my blind eyes,

Like a pearl hanging in the dark night,

Turn an ancient and ugly night into a bright and beautiful day.

In this way, my legs during the day, my heart at night,

You and I have no peace.

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So, how can I come back happily,

Since you can't rest in peace for a moment?

When the stress during the day does not decrease slightly at night,

Just press it day and night?

Although everything is different between day and night,

But they teamed up to defeat me,

One trudged, the other screamed,

Say that I am farther away from you, although I have been trekking all day.

To please the day, I told it that you are light,

You will reflect the dark clouds when they are overcast.

I say it again to win the favor of the night:

When the star doesn't blink, you will shine for it.

But every day prolongs my pain,

Night after night makes my worries intense.

Erjiu

When I'm fed up with fate and people's eyes,

Secretly mourn someone's death,

Only by disturbing the heaven of the deaf with appeals,

Looking forward to figure, cursing birthdays,

May I be as hopeful as another person,

Similar appearance, traveling as widely as he does,

I hope this person's knowledge, that person's expert,

The most enjoyable pleasure feels the most wrong;

However, when I want to underestimate myself like this,

I suddenly thought of you, so my spirit,

Like a lark breaking dawn from a gloomy land

Vibration ao rise, singing hymns in Tianmen:

The thought of your love making me so rich,

I'm too lazy to deign to change places with the emperor.

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When I evoke memories of the past

Appear in the court of sweet meditation,

Hit a lot of defects, can not help but sigh.

When you cry again with old grievances;

So I can drown my dry eyes,

For those relatives and friends who have been buried in the night platform,

Mourn the beauty of many voices and voices,

Crying the sadness that love has long been cancelled;

So I feel blue about the past,

Count them one by one, from pain to pain,

Those whimpering old scores,

It seems that I haven't paid it yet, and now I have paid it again.

But as long as I think of you at that moment, my best friend,

It's more sad to get back what you lost than to die in your heart.

the Trinity

The kinder your mind is to those hearts.

All I know is that they were dead when they disappeared.

Love, and love all the lovely parts,

And buried friendship are hidden in your arms.

How many sacred tears flow because of sadness

Devotional love was stolen from my eyes.

Pay tribute to the dead! I understand now.

They only left me to live in your heart.

You are a fragrant grave, with the kindness of the past,

Hanging a souvenir card of a dead lover,

They gave you all my gifts,

You enjoy the love that many people deserve alone.

I caught a glimpse of them in you,

And you, the sum of them, have my heart.

Mentally sound

If you live long enough for me to get carried away,

When my husband "died" and buried me in loess,

Occasionally turn over this poor and pathetic poem,

The love your lover wrote to you before he died,

Compared with contemporary elegant new poetry,

I found that its handwriting and pen are not as good as those of people everywhere.

Please save for my love, not.

For the rhyme drowned by lucky genius.

Oh, then please give me this love:

"If my friend's poetic spirit is as long as time,

His love will bring more beautiful children,

Can be compared with any masterpiece of this century:

But he died and the poets moved on.

I read their literary talent, but I read his mind. "