There is no shore on the other side of the flower, and the soul is still in Sichuan.

I don't know the smoke when I'm drunk, but the lights are cold in my dreams.

Flowers and leaves don't meet for thousands of years, and fate dances people together.

Flowers don't understand words, flowers nod, and buddhas cross my heart and sigh.

The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years.

When the flowers grow out, the leaves have fallen out, but when the leaves grow out, the flowers begin to fade.

Although the flowers and branches of the flowers on the other side are the same root,

But we will never meet again.

In Hongguanren, Prague, the other person's flowers are regarded as a curse and punishment, which will not take the other person's life or harm any part of the body. Anyone who punishes will have a tattoo on his body, which will get deeper and deeper as time goes by. This tattoo will curse that the punished person can never be with his beloved, just like the flowers and leaves on the other side. When the flowers bloom, the leaves have fallen off, and when the leaves grow out, the flowers have withered. Even if they are born from the same root, they can never be together forever. ?

Poems of flowers on the other side

Flowers bloom on the other side, but flowers bloom and fall forever.

Cause and effect are doomed to life and death.

Flowers and leaves are two stages of life, and Naiheqiao has been waiting for thousands of years.

A bowl of soup in Meng Po is unforgettable.

There are flowers on the other side, and there is no chance between flowers and leaves.

Forget that the river is calm, there is a natural barrier between him and the shore.

The fire is long, and the previous life is scattered.

May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye.

Yellow shines on the other side,

Flowers bloom for thousands of years

Love is not a causal relationship,

Leaves have fallen for another thousand years.

Flower of the other shore

Rain and dew wet the moss, and purple flowers are still blooming.

On the stone steps, Jade Man never came.

I think the moon will be there tomorrow, and the moon will be foggy.

Look up at the oblique path and forget to cross it.

I love the other shore and everything is in my heart.

Flowers and leaves will never be seen, but they will bloom for two generations.

It's empty, and there are three roads every other day.

Flowers bury the fire, accompanied by leaves into love.

Quietly, looking into the air, thinking of jade people, never listening.

Vaguely leave a song, rain falls on the whole city, and flowers fall on the earth.

Falling flowers fly, dye empty, and long purples erode the road.

It's as if I saw the African-American dragon's paw blossom, and three roads were forgotten in Cheng Nan.

Listening to the rain alone in the tall building, raising a glass to invite the shadows to recall the old feelings.

As drunk as a fiddler, I knocked on the bronze bell, and tears filled my eyes.

I also want to be calm, but it's hard to be calm again.

From maintaining the dream of an isolated city,

Infinite youth avoids all sentient beings, so melodramatic!

Love in the underworld

The flowers over there are beautiful, and I can't see any flowers or leaves.

I miss each other and cherish each other forever, so I picked up the bridge and walked forward.

Huang Quan Road blooms on the shore and Yin Jie Road narrows.

Ghosts pass through the door and hate looking at their hometown on the way.

How to stop on the way to Wangxiang? Why did the shore flower come to the curtain call?

The south bank is happy to see the forgotten river, where there are many weeds.

You can see Naihe Bridge ahead, and you can't escape every time you come here.

Why do you have to live to this day? Acacia has become a worry.

If you don't leave your name on the Sansheng stone, it's hard to get married for life.

Heartbroken grass comes out in three days, and dragonfly grass is also lacking.

There is reincarnation on Naihe Bridge, and the afterlife does not remember the soul of this life.

Forget Sichuan for nearly a thousand years, but the other side is one after another.

Flowers bloom and fall, and the valley of dreams becomes Meng Po.

Years are connected, many pairs, deep underworld, who is guilty.

Stay here, over and over again, who will take the curtain call?