Wong Tai Sin Oracle

The first branch is obtained by divine lot, a time when dragon and tiger, wind and cloud converge. Once soaring to the heavens, one finds joy freely, allowing you to come and go to the Jade Pool.

Withered wood meets spring and sprouts anew, flowers fragrant, leaves lush, butterflies arrive. Peach blossom spring vies in a riot of reds and purples, a lone fishing boat mistakenly enters the ford.

The trees on Mount Niu are all normally beautiful, It's a pity the axe-work has cut them all down. Great vessels and great timber are of no use, How can one make a raft if the compass and square are not accurate?

The purple swallow tends her young before the eaves, Their gentle chatter near the noon is heard. She comes and goes, now low, now rising high, At times, she parts the green willow's misty shroud.

A fierce gale swept through the eastern garden last night, All the brilliant colors and blooms were laid low. Fortunately, a flower-lover rose early at dawn, To nurture the roots and replant them for growth anew.

A solitary sail returns from ten thousand miles, pipes and strings hum, so set the cup aside. Like clouds, cherished friends discuss the breeze and moon, joyfully recounting deep feelings, utmost delight.

In autumn, the wild geese head south to return, red leaves flutter and fill the courtyard with their flight. The sound of washing mallets pounding on the city wall is sharp to the ear, river maples are like fire at the fisherman's rock.

The turtledove vies for the magpie's nest, host and guest at odds, their spirits distressed. Across the ridge, tall pines with dodder twine, ponder well the meaning of this verse's line.

A new melody is played on the jade zither, the bright moon and cool breeze make the mat and pillow refreshing. All the honored guests gather to admire the chrysanthemums, some singing, some dancing, some raising their cups.

A round moon mirror hangs in the sky, occasionally obscured by layers of floating clouds. When will the jade case emit its light again? Who will lend me a mighty wind?

Willows droop by the dyke, locking in green mist; The long day sees them rise and rest thrice. Coming and going, purple swallows dance in a flurry; Gracefully swaying in the wind, they win my pity.

Mirages and sea markets are boundless illusions, rising ten thousand feet to touch the sky. Sometimes scattered by a sudden gust of wind, they still gather and form into green smoke.

A single plum blossom first blooms in Lingnan, each petal crystal clear falls into the wine cup. Yet encountering a donkey rider who arrived early, a child carries it on his back, claiming the spring's champion.

For the love of tranquility, I planted many bamboos; I welcome spring and admire rain in my thatched cottage. Drunk, I lie down beside the apricot blossoms, fearing the oriole's song might disturb my deep slumber.

A fairy raft drifts on the midstream flow, To the Moon Palace, you may freely go. The sounds of rainbow garments fade away, With wine and verse, when will the revel cease?

Crows fly back against the sunset sky, Beyond the fields, a boy on a calf draws nigh. The Qiang flute blows, its sound piercing the ear, With short and long tunes, what joy is here?

Autumn water, reeds and dew abound, the courtyard bathed in moonlight clear and profound. A gentle breeze stirs the horse's bell, its ringing blends with the morning bell, never to quell.

The cuckoo cries, shedding tears of sorrow, its voice full of grievance, the frosty chill startling dreams. It stirs the stranger in a foreign land, whose heart is even more touched by thoughts of home.

The Qian trigram, three unbroken lines, is named the Great Sun; The first chapter says 'The hidden dragon, do not use.' If one can thoroughly comprehend the meanings within its lines, A hundred blessings will gather together, greatly auspicious and prosperous.

Heavenly flowers, their origin hard to know; worldly affairs, how many changes they undergo. Future paths are recorded in the public and private ledgers; rewards and punishments are clearly distinguished between the turbid and the pure.

Beyond the sky, red clouds are like embroidered brocade; by the railings, peach and apricot blossoms vie in new attire. Amidst the misty splendor filling the eyes, who claims the crown? Pour fine wine frequently, and drink with measure.

By autumn waters, each stands alone and apart, From south to north, regret and sorrow fill the heart. To whom can I confide this longing deep and vast? Endless desolation, heartbreak unsurpassed.

The dream in Handan was boundless and illusory, Years of glory were but a deep slumber. Exchanging brocade robes to return to the hometown, Upon waking, it's still remembered in the heart.

Poetry, wine, zither, and chess can dispel sorrow, but with no guest present, joy is hard to sustain. Whether strumming or singing, who knows true beauty? Though many a cold drink is had, worry still remains.

The many mountains clamorously pay homage to the central peak, akin to ministers lining up in court. Standing in two rows, neat and solemn, residing in this place, how could there be no joy?

Flower shadows slowly creep onto the steps, knowing from afar the moon-mirror hangs in the vast sky. Suddenly hearing the crane's mournful cry, buy a returning boat early to head back home.

In fine weather, butterflies flip and sun their wings, / And see again the ant formations hanging before the courtyard. / The ranks are neat, advancing or retreating, / Opening and closing at times, such a wonderful thought.

The boat moors by Xunyang under the moonlit night, a melody of pipa moves one to pity. Longing for each other in two separate places, who can convey the message? The white snow hastens frost upon the temples.

Sliced perch with yellow chrysanthemums, a full cup of fine wine welcomes the cool evening. Rowing the boat just as the tide rises, such a wonderful scene brings boundless joy.

A peerless beauty with a hundred charms, all other palace ladies lost their names. Her soul flew away at the foot of Mawei Mountain, leaving the Emperor with endless regret.

A fierce storm batters the boat's canopy, The peach blossoms along the stream have all fallen red. Startling the fisherman from his deep spring dream, Punting the pole, he loses his way east and west.

Nineteen years of hardship at sea, the tasseled staff decays, swept by dust and sand. Who pities me, eating hair and chewing snow? Only the sheep keep me company.

Though Cao Cao had deep schemes and plans, His wisdom could not deceive Lord Zhuge. Behold how even the east wind could be borrowed, And how a wooden ox and flowing horse could be made.

Although Great Shun tilled the fields at Lishan, his heart remained filial to his two quarrelsome and stubborn parents. The image in the field is the same as the family image; the distinction between good and evil is right here.

Heaven will bestow great tasks upon this person, first testing their body with toil and hardship. Do not think that favorable circumstances come easily; poverty and wealth have their prior causes.

This matter is truly like a boat reaching the shore, why worry that wind and water are not perfectly aligned. Lifting your head, you will see the village ahead, with the slanting sun and cooking smoke rising from the corner of the house.

Fishing for the turtle in the autumn river under the moonlight, the fish's form resembles the four-gilled perch. A full peck of old brew stored at home, drinking with friends, cups flying and pots overturned.

Returning home, official duties are now leisure; A room just big enough for knees is also peace. By the south window, loftily discussing poetry and wine; Leaning on a staff, wandering, fully enjoying the view of mountains.

Bo Yi and Shu Qi could not bear to eat the grain of Zhou, the brothers willingly foraged for ferns to eat. Their act of yielding the state should leave their names for eternity, pitifully they starved and fell on Mount Shouyang.

How many in this world are truly bosom friends? He smashed his qin for Ziqi, forgotten by all. Before the grave, a thousand streams of tears are shed, Separated by life and death, each in their own world.

A raft floats on a moonlit night to the Milky Way, once seeing the heavenly weaver at her loom. Few recognize the stone from the shuttle's support, who knows this treasure emerges from the clouds' nest.

Strolling under the bright moon to the flower railings, Without a strategy, how can one eliminate the treacherous? Fortunately, Diao Chan thought of stabilizing the state, Even heroes find it hard to pass the beauty's barrier.

Because of blunt remonstrance, heaven's countenance was angered; day and night, hard to leave the saddle. Master and servant rush about, even the spirits grow weary; added to this, heavy snow envelops Lan Pass.

The garden is filled with spring colors, each vying with new attire, Their intent seems to compete for beauty and capture the nation's fragrance. In the end, who claims the crown of loveliness? The peony's splendor reigns supreme over the field of a hundred flowers.

Gathering firewood, I unexpectedly reached the clouds, Leisurely watching two old immortals playing chess. The axe handle rotted, I yearned to return home, Seven days in the mountains, a thousand years in the world.

Several boxes of yellow oranges offered to Lord Cao, upon cutting them open, the flesh is found all empty Anger stirs the treacherous hero, brandishing an iron axe, hurriedly he flees into a flock of ten thousand sheep

From afar, a thousand miles to Western Shu, asking when Jingzhou will be returned. Liu Bei, without a word, sheds tears, thinking to himself of no strategy to return to Wu.

In the embroidered chamber, hearing the zither stirs her thoughts, Changing attire at midnight brings the greatest joy. Pitiful to sell wine at the Linqiong market, Talented scholar and beautiful lady both end up in the kitchen.

A decade of diligent study beneath the window bears fruit, yet lofty aspirations are hard to fulfill and ambitions are not light. Behold the thirteen characters inscribed upon the bridge, a lifelong vow of the heart, truly born of deep passion.

Remembering Wu Zixu in those bygone days, fleeing in secret, fortunate to meet a fisherman when struggling to cross the river. He wished to present his precious sword as a token of gratitude, but the righteous friend politely declined.

Cutting the paulownia was but child's play, Yet the promise to enfeoff his brother was unwavering. How did a jest turn into a real affair? Because words spoken without jest are thus.

The clear ascends, the turbid descends, forming heaven and earth; their intermingling gives rise to humanity. If you seek clarity through this slip, carefully distinguish among the three grades.

Three thousand guests with pearl shoes served Lord Mengchang, who recognized the soaring eagle's hidden strength? Among them, the one who returned plucking his sword's hilt was the hero whose ambition none could withstand.

Zhuangzi fell into a deep slumber and dreamed of becoming a butterfly, fluttering gracefully into a garden of a hundred flowers. After gathering the heavenly fragrance and returning, he still lay in his warm bed and soft pillow.

The riverbank named Aloeswood leaves old regrets behind, Crossing the river, one still recalls the ancients' hearts. Pitiful was the day he resigned his official post, Though a fragrant legacy remains, it is not easy to find.

Who knows this sword won't become a dragon, meeting water it should emerge from the sleeve. Someday soaring for thousands of miles, above the sky, graceful clouds will follow.

The sound of spring rain in the small building has just ceased, Walking hesitantly on the street, footsteps never stop. Suddenly hearing the flower seller entering the alley, Buying a single branch and strolling slowly.

The Qin army suffered a great defeat at Mount Yao, all three commanders were captured but later released. Jian Shu's remonstrance went unheeded, they abandoned their armor and weapons, retreating back to Qin.

The washerwoman by the stream, a beauty without peer, Her charm brought the Wu kingdom to ruin, its downfall near. Most vexing is Dong Shi mimicking a pained smile and frown, How could a pheasant ever hope to outshine a phoenix's renown?

Drunk and writing for the foreign envoy, his brushwork is like mist and smoke, Day after day sleeping in the taverns of Chang'an. Should he encounter the Tang Emperor's summoning decree, He would loudly refuse to board the Magnolia boat.

Twelve golden plates summon him back in haste, when will the treacherous villain's schemes turn to waste? Alas, all his merits are scattered in a day, young and old support the cart, their sorrows never sway.

Fine jade lies hidden in this case, do not seek a high price or bargain hard. Selling it can wait for the right moment, such a treasure needs no constant personal scrutiny.

A humble alley, a simple basket and gourd, bring no sorrow, others see this and worry greatly. They do not know the joy of the Way makes one forget poverty and want, the fragrant name of the Second Sage is left for eternity.

To cover a retreat, one must understand the ancients; Entering the gate on horseback, he did not boast of his ability. Who, after a defeat, would willingly stay behind? He claimed deafness, fearing hardship and toil.

During the fall of Chen by Sui, spears and axes clashed in disarray, All because bewitching beauty blinded the enlightened lord. Fleeing east and west with no place to rest or hide, Within the well, rouged and hidden, lies the jade-like lady.

At the Orchid Pavilion, refined scholars gather in delight, Floating wine cups along the winding stream, setting aside chopsticks and strings. The sky is clear, the air fresh, a gentle breeze blows freely, Amidst lush woods and tall bamboos, joy and ease prevail.

Though one may possess great courage and strength, they cannot overcome all. Do not rely on being the sole hero dominating the scene. Even if one could carry Mount Tai and leap over the North Sea, one's body and mind are still precious, and the importance of survival remains.

Long-held lofty aspirations remain unfulfilled, Holding a rod by the Wei River, fishing for leisure. King Wen traveled a thousand li seeking the worthy, To overthrow Zhou and revive the Zhou dynasty as he pleased.

With loyalty and righteousness in heart for a decade in office, years of abundance and the people's gratitude are unforgettable. Even the poison and harm of crocodiles can be pacified, praying to the Kings of the Yangtze River and the North Sea.

Like the old man at the frontier in the old tale, who lost his horse halfway through the journey. Not knowing whether it was truly a misfortune or a blessing, only in the end was the beginning and conclusion of the matter made clear.

A carp lies trapped in a dried rut, its fortune can be divined at this time. If it can draw water from the Western River, whether it transforms into a dragon in the future remains unknown.

What is the meaning of the hare's long wait? It's lamentable how the fool alone guards the stump. It's truly laughable to think of such incompetence; there's no need to be bound by sticking to old ways.

Fragrant flowers line the path, setting off the horse's hooves, The blue robe is exchanged for brocade upon return. All the beauties on the street vie in admiration, Craning their necks to see the famed name inscribed on the Wild Goose Pagoda.

Recalling the days of misfortune in the past, Husband and wife turned against each other and parted ways. After returning with his name inscribed on the Goose Pagoda, Is the spilled water at the horse's head a cause for sorrow?

Marriage should not despise family poverty, Lun Wenxu and his wife were separated. Once he topped the imperial examination list, teasing his wife led to a fall from the tower and his own death.

One who finds joy in the Way cultivates oneself, content with simple food and resting an arm for a pillow, never despising poverty. Those who become wealthy and noble through unrighteous means, my heart regards them as passing clouds.

The birds' speech was understood by Gongye Chang, A tiger dragged a sheep from the southern hill. Though his body was bound in prison's thrall, In the end, the calamity was not his own at all.

The sound of the se still lingers after the strumming ceases, late spring is just the time for spring attire. With five or six capped adults and six or seven youths, returning from the rain-prayer, singing freely expresses deep feelings.

Wealth and honor are like a ripe spring dream; why should people strive so hard to seek them? Let him hold the tablet and stand in court; at death, only a cup of earth remains.

When will the flying cups cease their paired dance? A bow's shadow in the cup is mistaken for a snake. Decipher the profound secret within the poem, When misfortune ends and fortune comes, all will be well.

The female pheasant on the mountain ridge finds its time, Soaring up and down, singing joyfully on its own. One must know that after taking flight it will gather again, Making its call, it sniffs thrice and passes over the leaning mountain.

The sage strikes the chime stone in Wei, who would have expected a basket-carrier passing by the door Lamenting the desire to salvage the exhausted Dao, alas, the sun and moon are about to set.

How long can one find leisure in this mortal world? Worldly affairs are like layers upon layers of mountains. Even in wealth, one still worries about lacking a noble heir, unaware that flowers bloom and then wither.

Full of extraordinary talent, yet ambitions remain unfulfilled, An iron rooster is hard to lift, leaving no room for satisfaction. Following Zhang Liang's guidance, he pledged allegiance to Han, While Xiang Yu met his end at the Wu River, his fate exhausted.

Taiyi lit the rushes to illuminate the reading, ten years of hard work under the window now brings ease. With raised brows and spirits high, robed in brocade, four-horse carriages follow the path in a grand parade.

She cut her hair to welcome guests, was she not poor? Who else could be a virtuous woman in poverty? Throughout history, only Tao Kan's mother, Thus her name is renowned for generations.

Talks in the grand hall display heroism, but who ultimately upholds great justice? One speaks of Xun Minghe under the sun, another speaks of Lu Shilong among the clouds.

Taking her father's place in the army, her courage is heroic; How many can match this heroine among men? Loyal and filial, she dedicates herself to serve the nation, Making the great lords of the time laugh in ridicule.

Far from home, he traveled wearing the fish-intestine sword; who knew Lord Xu desired it. Upon returning, willing to gift it in reply, he hung it on the tree to express lasting sentiment.

At night, tidying her ruined makeup, she prepares to flee; among the guests, who else but Li Jing could it be? Little did she know, where the bearded hero's affection lay; three times he drew his sword, yet dared not have his say.

Fragrant osmanthus drifts from the moon palace halls, the jade box shines brightly for ten thousand miles. Six rivers and three mountains are reflected in the mirror, a flawless piece hangs in the vast sky.

The Supreme Sage traveled through various states, in Qi he heard the performance of Shao music. For three months, he did not know the taste of fine meat, how excellent! The great way can be accomplished.

The music of Zheng and Wei is unbearable to hear; lewd customs corrupting the nation will bring its downfall. It leads people deep onto a misguided path, for what is played is not the ancient, proper music at all.

One den cannot hold two tiger cubs, They ride the wind to other peaks, each dwelling apart. Famous mountains they guard as their lairs, Thus avoiding injury and regret delayed.

With diligence, a basket of earth can build a mountain; from little to much, do not fear the trouble. If you fear hardship in your tasks and give up now, even mending the sky by refining stones would not be difficult.

The Qiang flute's frequent notes sound even sadder; A stranger traveling abroad feels the time to return. The lone goose flying south, if it pities me, Please trouble it to carry a letter home to inform them.

Leaning on the railing, gazing into the evening from the south tower, the view is filled with serene scenery. A small boat frequently casts its bait; does the old fisherman catch any fish?

Entering the mountains to plant jade, one finds the fields too narrow; Digging the earth to seek gold, one grows weary of the many visitors. Wealth and poverty are decreed by heaven; Why should people in this world toil and rush about?

The horse halts before the snow-covered bridge, The fisherman dares not sail in the fierce wind. Flowers fall and waters flow, who cares? Hold firm to your resolve, do not waver.

A hundred flowers compete in bloom, celebrating the sunny spring; all things from now on turn entirely new. Do not say that the end of fortune is near; do you not know that after extreme adversity comes prosperity, and it comes frequently.