The story about flowers on the other side

Legend has it that a long time ago, the edge of a city was covered with large tracts of manzhushahua, that is, flowers on the other side. Its floral fragrance has a magic power, which can remind people of their past lives. There are two goblins guarding the flowers on the other side. One is the flower demon called Manzhu, and the other is the leaf demon called Shahua. They have been waiting for the flowers on the other side for thousands of years, but they have never met each other, because when they bloom, there are no leaves, and when there are leaves, there are no flowers. They miss each other madly and are tortured by this pain. Finally, one day, they decided to meet secretly against God's rules. That year, the red flowers of Manzhu Shahua were set off by eye-catching green, and they were particularly enchanting and beautiful. God blamed it, which is also expected. Manzhu and Shahua were reincarnated and cursed that they would never be together, and they suffered in the world from generation to generation. Since then, Manzhushahua is also called the flower on the other side, which means the flower that blooms in heaven. Its flower is shaped like a palm praying to heaven, but it has never appeared in this city again. This kind of flower blooms on the dead road. Every time Manzhu and Shahua are reincarnated on the dead road, they can think of themselves in their previous lives when they smell the fragrance of flowers on the other side, and then swear not to part, and fall into the cycle of curse again in the next life.

when the flowers bloom on the other side

when they bloom on the other side

they are only red

the flowers are leafless

the leaves are leafless

I miss each other but I can't meet each other

I am alone on the other side of the road

I met in my dream that night

you are a white rootless lotus

I am a red flower on the other side

. Fall in love with you

There's no escape

There's no escape

Waiting

The stars are shifting

You finally get old

I still fall

You come to the ferry

The dark river gurgles in front of you

Give me a shallow smile

Meng Po. I can't resist forgetting the bitter soup

I'm still alive

I have no soul but only my body

But I insist on loving you

The flowers on the other shore will bloom leisurely forever

The heart of this shore only lingers on this shore

How many fireworks, how many dreams between storms

, What you see goes out

disappears

Remember

my original love

blooms on you

You trample it out

I lost it on the other side ~

In previous lives, we flew under the same sky

In this life, you are on the other side, and I am on this side

I stare at you with tears. Flowers

come to an end like flowers

The memory left behind is just petals

The feelings I loved are long remembered

The people I loved are fleeting

What I forgot was the feeling

What I saw went out

What I disappeared. Remember

I stood at the ends of the earth

I heard the soil sprout

I waited for the epiphyllum to bloom again < Love is not a cause and effect, and fate is doomed to life and death. "

They all say that you and I will never meet each other, and life and death are wrong, but I don't know that this is our eternal life together.

We used to be the old spirits on the Sansheng Stone. We have been together for thousands of years, seeing the world's dust, joys and sorrows, and the cycle of life and death.

on that day, Buddha said that you need to enter the world of mortals. I asked the Buddha about our marriage, and the Buddha closed his eyes. "I only meet once in my life."

I asked the Buddha:

Looking back a thousand times in the previous life, I got a brush in this life.

A thousand times of passing by in previous lives brought us an encounter in this life.

a thousand encounters in previous lives have brought an acquaintance in this life.

a thousand acquaintances in previous lives are exchanged for one acquaintance in this life.

knowing each other for a thousand times in the previous life is a love in this life.

but really?

Buddha smiled without saying a word.

I fell on the other side of Forgotten River, and was born on the bank of Santo River. It's gloomy and cold here.

There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge who keeps a pot of soup every year.

All kinds of people walked past me, walked onto the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurried off the bridge.

when some people pass by, I will hear lingering sobs and promises from generation to generation.

I feel sad, but the old man on the bridge seems to hear nothing, and still take the soup to the people on the bridge as usual.

It was a long time before I realized that this bridge was called Naihe Bridge, and this old man was called Meng Po.

I asked Meng Po, what's that noise?

Meng Po said that it is unforgettable love, unforgettable hate, and it is the most useless oath in the world.

It turns out that the soup in Meng Po's bowl, called Meng Po Tang, can forget past lives.

If people drink it, they will forget all the grievances and sorrows of this time ... and then wait for the next reincarnation.

I asked Meng Po, will he forget me, too? Meng Po remained silent.

I asked Meng Po when I would bloom. Meng Po said that it will bloom when it's time to bloom.

I'm looking forward to flowers, the most beautiful face, and seeing him once in a lifetime.

Meng Po looked at me and sighed, it's the other side of autumn again!

I wonder.

so, I know that three days before and after the vernal equinox are called the other side of spring, and three days before and after the autumnal equinox are called the other side of autumn, which is the day to go to the grave.

When the other side of autumn first came, I was surprised to find myself blooming white flowers, such as frost and snow, all over the bank of Santu River.

Meng Po said, with the flowers on the other side, it is no longer lonely to lead the way.

flowers on the other side? Is she talking about me? No, my name is manju, not the other side.

year after year, I bloom on time on the other side of autumn, piece by piece. I didn't see him come after all.

he came after all, and he came in a hurry before I could bloom.

He passed me in a hurry, and I desperately called him Sha Hua! Shahua!

He seems to have completely lost his hearing, so he hurried by so that I couldn't even touch the corner of his blue shirt.

I cry. Meng Po said coldly, his name is not Shahua!

no, he is my sand flower, the sand flower on the sansheng stone.

when tears can no longer flow out, I start to be silent.

Every autumn, on the other side, I am still quietly open, and I have seen off the dead who come and go one by one.

for a thousand years, I watched him pass by me in a hurry, without stopping or looking at me.

in this thousand years, he never came when I was in full bloom.

Another 1 years began and came to an end in one opening and one falling. He walked onto Naihe Bridge with changing posture and picked up Meng Po's soup.

My tears flow and flow, and my heart is broken and broken. I call to him: Shahua, I am your manzhu, don't you remember? !

Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was in full bloom with white flowers,

he came, with dusty face and haggard face, and came to my side.

I thought he would hurry again, and drink the Meng Po soup that made him forget me more and more.

however, when he walked past me, he actually slowed down and turned to look at me.

At that sight, tears in my heart dried up like spring water;

Just looking at it will turn thousands of years of depression in my heart into tears;

at that sight, all kinds of bitterness vanished.

on the other side of the autumn, I drove exceptionally fresh and pure.

It's thousands of years of waiting, once a year for thousands of years.

Every time he looks back, a deep scar is opened in my heart, year after year ...

I don't remember how many thousands of years it was, and he suddenly stopped in front of me,

mumbling, deja vu, deja vu ...

I was amazed that my heart was completely broken in that one. The white flower turned into red in that moment, like fire, tea and blood ...

He stepped back to the bridge in shock, and Meng Po Tang spilled from the bowl in his trembling hand ...

From then on, when I was on the other side of autumn, Forgotten River was full of bloody flowers, dazzling, gorgeous and demon.

He came again when the flowers were in bloom, wandering around me, wandering around, and at the moment he stepped onto the bridge, he turned back,

mumbling, Manzhu? Manzhu?

I have no tears.

Meng Po sighed, which is the only sigh I have heard in the past ten thousand years.

At this point, people say that on the other side of autumn, on the banks of the Santu River in Forgotten River,

a rare blood-colored flower will bloom, with magical fragrance, which can arouse people's memories before their death. This flower is called the other side flower.

Thousands of times of looking back, rubbing shoulders, meeting, getting to know each other, and knowing each other, the Buddhist language has all come true, so I calmly opened and fell,

calmly waited for love after a thousand years.

Love came calmly, but it was shocking. He bent down, kissed my face and said softly,

Manzhu, I won't forget you again. I want you to stay with me.

I suddenly looked at him. Doesn't he remember that Buddha said that we only meet once in a lifetime?

He smiled at me, quietly picked a flower and hid it in his sleeve and walked onto the bridge. I saw him smiling and watching me slowly drink the soup.

a strange smile flashed across Meng Po's face.

Buddha said that we violated God's will and never saw each other again. But he was laughing, and he smiled very comfortably.

so he turned into a leaf on my stem, and only when the leaf falls can it bloom, and the flowering leaves have all fallen.

he said, we don't want to meet once in a lifetime, and we don't want to forget each other. This is our eternal life together, no longer separate, no longer forget!

Therefore, the Buddhist scripture says: The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, but fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, but fate is doomed to life and death.

So, the other shore flower has another name in Buddhist: Manzhushahua.

It's time for the tea blossom, and we will stay with Meng Po Bridge forever.