Wong Tai Sin Oracle

The first branch is obtained by divine lot, a time when dragon and tiger, wind and cloud converge.

Withered wood meets spring and sprouts anew, flowers fragrant, leaves lush, butterflies arrive.

The trees on Mount Niu are all normally beautiful, It's a pity the axe-work has cut them all down.

The purple swallow tends her young before the eaves, Their gentle chatter near the noon is heard.

A fierce gale swept through the eastern garden last night, All the brilliant colors and blooms were laid low.

A solitary sail returns from ten thousand miles, pipes and strings hum, so set the cup aside.

In autumn, the wild geese head south to return, red leaves flutter and fill the courtyard with their flight.

The turtledove vies for the magpie's nest, host and guest at odds, their spirits distressed.

A new melody is played on the jade zither, the bright moon and cool breeze make the mat and pillow refreshing.

A round moon mirror hangs in the sky, occasionally obscured by layers of floating clouds.

Willows droop by the dyke, locking in green mist; The long day sees them rise and rest thrice.

Mirages and sea markets are boundless illusions, rising ten thousand feet to touch the sky.

A single plum blossom first blooms in Lingnan, each petal crystal clear falls into the wine cup.

For the love of tranquility, I planted many bamboos; I welcome spring and admire rain in my thatched cottage.

A fairy raft drifts on the midstream flow, To the Moon Palace, you may freely go.

Crows fly back against the sunset sky, Beyond the fields, a boy on a calf draws nigh.

Autumn water, reeds and dew abound, the courtyard bathed in moonlight clear and profound.

The cuckoo cries, shedding tears of sorrow, its voice full of grievance, the frosty chill startling dreams.

The Qian trigram, three unbroken lines, is named the Great Sun; The first chapter says 'The hidden dragon, do not use.'

Heavenly flowers, their origin hard to know; worldly affairs, how many changes they undergo.

Beyond the sky, red clouds are like embroidered brocade; by the railings, peach and apricot blossoms vie in new attire.

By autumn waters, each stands alone and apart, From south to north, regret and sorrow fill the heart.

The dream in Handan was boundless and illusory, Years of glory were but a deep slumber.

Poetry, wine, zither, and chess can dispel sorrow, but with no guest present, joy is hard to sustain.

The many mountains clamorously pay homage to the central peak, akin to ministers lining up in court.

Flower shadows slowly creep onto the steps, knowing from afar the moon-mirror hangs in the vast sky.

In fine weather, butterflies flip and sun their wings, / And see again the ant formations hanging before the courtyard.

The boat moors by Xunyang under the moonlit night, a melody of pipa moves one to pity.

Sliced perch with yellow chrysanthemums, a full cup of fine wine welcomes the cool evening.

A peerless beauty with a hundred charms, all other palace ladies lost their names.

A fierce storm batters the boat's canopy, The peach blossoms along the stream have all fallen red.

Nineteen years of hardship at sea, the tasseled staff decays, swept by dust and sand.

Though Cao Cao had deep schemes and plans, His wisdom could not deceive Lord Zhuge.

Although Great Shun tilled the fields at Lishan, his heart remained filial to his two quarrelsome and stubborn parents.

Heaven will bestow great tasks upon this person, first testing their body with toil and hardship.

This matter is truly like a boat reaching the shore, why worry that wind and water are not perfectly aligned.

Fishing for the turtle in the autumn river under the moonlight, the fish's form resembles the four-gilled perch.

Returning home, official duties are now leisure; A room just big enough for knees is also peace.

Bo Yi and Shu Qi could not bear to eat the grain of Zhou, the brothers willingly foraged for ferns to eat.

How many in this world are truly bosom friends? He smashed his qin for Ziqi, forgotten by all.

A raft floats on a moonlit night to the Milky Way, once seeing the heavenly weaver at her loom.

Strolling under the bright moon to the flower railings, Without a strategy, how can one eliminate the treacherous?

Because of blunt remonstrance, heaven's countenance was angered; day and night, hard to leave the saddle.

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.

Gathering firewood, I unexpectedly reached the clouds, Leisurely watching two old immortals playing chess.

Several boxes of yellow oranges offered to Lord Cao, upon cutting them open, the flesh is found all empty

From afar, a thousand miles to Western Shu, asking when Jingzhou will be returned.

In the embroidered chamber, hearing the zither stirs her thoughts, Changing attire at midnight brings the greatest joy.

A decade of diligent study beneath the window bears fruit, yet lofty aspirations are hard to fulfill and ambitions are not light.

Remembering Wu Zixu in those bygone days, fleeing in secret, fortunate to meet a fisherman when struggling to cross the river.

Cutting the paulownia was but child's play, Yet the promise to enfeoff his brother was unwavering.

The clear ascends, the turbid descends, forming heaven and earth; their intermingling gives rise to humanity.

Three thousand guests with pearl shoes served Lord Mengchang, who recognized the soaring eagle's hidden strength?

Zhuangzi fell into a deep slumber and dreamed of becoming a butterfly, fluttering gracefully into a garden of a hundred flowers.

The riverbank named Aloeswood leaves old regrets behind, Crossing the river, one still recalls the ancients' hearts.

Who knows this sword won't become a dragon, meeting water it should emerge from the sleeve.

The sound of spring rain in the small building has just ceased, Walking hesitantly on the street, footsteps never stop.

The Qin army suffered a great defeat at Mount Yao, all three commanders were captured but later released.

The washerwoman by the stream, a beauty without peer, Her charm brought the Wu kingdom to ruin, its downfall near.

Drunk and writing for the foreign envoy, his brushwork is like mist and smoke, Day after day sleeping in the taverns of Chang'an.

Twelve golden plates summon him back in haste, when will the treacherous villain's schemes turn to waste?

Fine jade lies hidden in this case, do not seek a high price or bargain hard.

A humble alley, a simple basket and gourd, bring no sorrow, others see this and worry greatly.

To cover a retreat, one must understand the ancients; Entering the gate on horseback, he did not boast of his ability.

During the fall of Chen by Sui, spears and axes clashed in disarray, All because bewitching beauty blinded the enlightened lord.

At the Orchid Pavilion, refined scholars gather in delight, Floating wine cups along the winding stream, setting aside chopsticks and strings.

Though one may possess great courage and strength, they cannot overcome all. Do not rely on being the sole hero dominating the scene.

Long-held lofty aspirations remain unfulfilled, Holding a rod by the Wei River, fishing for leisure.

With loyalty and righteousness in heart for a decade in office, years of abundance and the people's gratitude are unforgettable.

Like the old man at the frontier in the old tale, who lost his horse halfway through the journey.

A carp lies trapped in a dried rut, its fortune can be divined at this time.

What is the meaning of the hare's long wait? It's lamentable how the fool alone guards the stump.

Fragrant flowers line the path, setting off the horse's hooves, The blue robe is exchanged for brocade upon return.

Recalling the days of misfortune in the past, Husband and wife turned against each other and parted ways.

Marriage should not despise family poverty, Lun Wenxu and his wife were separated.

One who finds joy in the Way cultivates oneself, content with simple food and resting an arm for a pillow, never despising poverty.

The birds' speech was understood by Gongye Chang, A tiger dragged a sheep from the southern hill.

The sound of the se still lingers after the strumming ceases, late spring is just the time for spring attire.

Wealth and honor are like a ripe spring dream; why should people strive so hard to seek them?

When will the flying cups cease their paired dance? A bow's shadow in the cup is mistaken for a snake.

The female pheasant on the mountain ridge finds its time, Soaring up and down, singing joyfully on its own.

The sage strikes the chime stone in Wei, who would have expected a basket-carrier passing by the door

How long can one find leisure in this mortal world? Worldly affairs are like layers upon layers of mountains.

Full of extraordinary talent, yet ambitions remain unfulfilled, An iron rooster is hard to lift, leaving no room for satisfaction.

Taiyi lit the rushes to illuminate the reading, ten years of hard work under the window now brings ease.

She cut her hair to welcome guests, was she not poor? Who else could be a virtuous woman in poverty?

Talks in the grand hall display heroism, but who ultimately upholds great justice?

Taking her father's place in the army, her courage is heroic; How many can match this heroine among men?

Far from home, he traveled wearing the fish-intestine sword; who knew Lord Xu desired it.

At night, tidying her ruined makeup, she prepares to flee; among the guests, who else but Li Jing could it be?

Fragrant osmanthus drifts from the moon palace halls, the jade box shines brightly for ten thousand miles.

The Supreme Sage traveled through various states, in Qi he heard the performance of Shao music.

The music of Zheng and Wei is unbearable to hear; lewd customs corrupting the nation will bring its downfall.

One den cannot hold two tiger cubs, They ride the wind to other peaks, each dwelling apart.

With diligence, a basket of earth can build a mountain; from little to much, do not fear the trouble.

The Qiang flute's frequent notes sound even sadder; A stranger traveling abroad feels the time to return.

Leaning on the railing, gazing into the evening from the south tower, the view is filled with serene scenery.

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.

The horse halts before the snow-covered bridge, The fisherman dares not sail in the fierce wind.

A hundred flowers compete in bloom, celebrating the sunny spring; all things from now on turn entirely new.