Fortune telling in the valley _ Fortune telling in the bones
Shen Jia sailed against the current all his life and worked hard. Judging whether this life is fierce or beautiful begins with humiliation and ends with glory. He left his ancestors, moved to the south and returned to the north, made flowers and fruits, set up Apollo frost, tossed and turned, and the rain suddenly went crazy, making Luo Chan in a quiet place, unstable, steady and busy, because the post horse was in the sky, and he was idle all his life. Dead trees grow new branches every spring, and the dead trees shine. Hu Huyan was very powerful before, so it was appropriate for him to follow the road. Luhuayan has traveled far, catkin warblers fly, and after Taoxing people go, the boat supports the green embankment. The catkins on the shore of Penglai are faintly visible, and people in jathyapple are more clear. Barren wind and frost are not fog, and weeping willows are reborn. Yan San's brothers flew to wuyue and stopped, while Qian Shan went to the ends of the earth to send her home. Rushing in the mountains, lyre running water, a long song in the depths of the ravine, you can even put an arrow in front of the horse to hold up the world as much as you know. Peach blossoms and catkins are flying all over the sky, Yan Yu Ying sounds sad, clouds and winds stop to see the sun again, and the guest window Huilan comes alone. Zi Xi apes crow cranes with orchids, and bamboo fences in huts are clearer. Fortunately, I got a plum blossom, and the peaches and plums in the West Garden are flourishing. The harvest of going into the mountains to guard against tigers seems amazing, but who knows that my surname was true, and I was proud of the five lakes on a moonlit night, and the stars were shining all day. ——————————————————— The above is the result of fortune telling. Can you explain what this means? It is best to explain sentence by sentence.