Fortune teller's poems _ classic fortune-telling poems

Mr. Shugua often said a few words, such as: Mr. Zhu waits for idle people, Yue Long Yuyuan Garden can bend and stretch, and the water is shallow and shrimp plays, soaring.

This number has a strange pattern, which is clearly designated as the lintel of glory. The first three days are lucky, and the last three days are prosperous.

The financial resources of the ring are like water, and family planning is like spring. The sail is safe, and the Yangtze River meets the spring breeze overnight.

Life hates the end of marriage, and this life should have a broken string. If the mountain meets running water, the beautiful scenery will grow old together.

Wearing hemp is ruthless, and one parent should be inclined; Six evils are punished, and flesh and blood are separated. In the year of the company, it is inevitable to be filial and lonely. Fortunately, seeing Del rescued, I was filled with sadness and hatred.

Xiu De, since there is no worry. Fortunately, a man of noble morality became Ye Ding. He came late, enjoyed the rest of his life and lived a long life.

Swallows with mud grow in spring, and management is all in vain. In spring, the wind and rain left, destroying the nest and turning it into mud.

Courage without planning is better than success. The downwind river is full of sails, but I didn't expect a stone beach in the middle of the river. It's easy to say that a canoe is easy, but it's difficult to break spokes in a car.

The flesh and blood can be withered, half poor and half lonely. Scriptures are not predestined friends, and the phoenix window is a poor year.