A flower can also have its own world, and a leaf can also have its own pursuit; a song has its desolate moments, and it only lives for one person in its life.
This is a legendary story:
The love between Yue Lao and Meng Po
This is a story that happened three thousand and forty-four years ago. A story from the ancient oriental country of China. Among the many disciples of Buddha, there was such a pair of men and women. . . . . . . . . . . .
The male has a passionate personality; just like the name: lover!
The woman has a gentle personality, just like her name: lover!
One day, when they were studying Buddhism together, they found two budding flowers on a hill, because they had never seen such a flower before and did not know its name; they were very happy. curious. . . . . . . .
The man wanted to pick it and take a look, but his little heart was pricked by the thorn of the flower, and bright red blood flowed out immediately; the woman felt heartbroken when she saw it and picked up his hand, inadvertently A drop of blood fell from Tokio's hand at the same time, and fell into the two flowers respectively. . . . . .
They are both Buddhists; they cannot be together so they smile and separate; the man goes to heaven; the woman goes to the earth!
Come back and she has a better name. . . . . . .
The man changed his name to: Yuelao!
He hopes that women will not remember him, but his job is to make pairs of people remember each other; with the little red thread in his hand; but how many people know those little red threads? The red lines are actually drops of his bright red blood. . . . . . .
The woman changed her name to: Po Meng!
She hopes that men will forget her, and her job is luckily to cook soup, which is commonly known as "Meng Po Soup". She uses her bowls of my "Meng Po Soup" to make a couple happy. Many people forget each other, but how many people know that the bowls of "Meng Po Soup" are actually her tears. . . . . . . . . .
What happens when lovers and lovers are together? ——Love
Love must have flowers, so those two flowers are. Although one of the flowers that bloomed after they left is red and the other is white, the red color represents the passionate lover, and the white color represents the passionate lover. Gentle lovers; but they have the same name - rose
This is how the flower of love came to be. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
There are times in life that must be fulfilled, and there are times in life that don’t force it.
From "Seeing 44 Sentences"