Buddhist allusions look back on the past 500 times, in exchange for passing by in this life. There is another story, which is also very touching. Baidu knows that someone in the world has asked. It is about two young men and women who love each other and stay together (the first link of resources).
The legend of the white snake builds the same boat for a hundred years, and builds the same boat for a thousand years. [Edit this paragraph] Looking Back, a literary work in modern popular culture, was written by Xi Murong, a popular female poet in Taiwan Province Province. Looking back at the inscription: Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in previous lives can be exchanged for passing by once in this life. So, how many times do I have to look back before I can really live in your heart?
The pop song "International Nuclear Accident Level", the little bride is destined to be born three times; Sanshengshi; "Crossing Love" takes ten years to cross a boat and a hundred years to sleep.
Other legends [edit this paragraph] that are destined for three lives are people's beautiful yearning for love and their firm belief in love.
Legend has it that there is a sansheng stone near the ghost coast. If a lover goes there to worship for three times, there will be a fate of three lives and three lives. And not only love, as long as you want to see it in your next life, you can worship it. Friends can also be three generations, and three generations of stones are just a way of sustenance for people.
In fact, the earliest origin of the Three Holy Stones should be in the Warring States Period; Due to years of war, the family is broken, and the husband and wife are separated by yin and yang; Later, there was a fairy dream: as long as the stone mountain was cut into rubble in the place mentioned in the dream, you could see your family; Many female surnames who lost their lovers and husbands resolutely left home thousands of miles to look for Mengshi Mountain; I worked hard day and night, but I failed to do it; But the act of chiseling moved heaven; Allow the couple to live together. [Edit this paragraph] The origin of Sansheng is determined by fate. The origin of Sanshengshi should be related to Sanshengshi. This is about the friendship between Ethan and Shang Yuanze for three generations.
Inscription: Stone trace of Sansheng monk of Yuan Ze in Tang Dynasty
The teacher's name is Yuan Ze, and he lives in Huilin. He is a friend of Luo Jing and Ethan, and he is going to visit Master Pu Xian in Emei, Shushan. The teacher wants to take the inclined valley road, and the source wants to release the gorge. The teacher can't, and Yuan Qiang can. When I went to Nanpu by boat, I saw a woman holding a baby under her legs. The teacher cried when she saw it. "I didn't want to do this at first, but I have been pregnant for three years. Now I can't escape. When I took a bath for three days, I took care of the public and came to the door. I believe in smiling. Twelve years later, outside the Qiantang Tianzhu Temple, I met the public. " Turn words into words. Since a woman is a baby, she looks at the source, smiles when she finds it, and then goes back to the boat. Arriving in Tianzhu as scheduled, under the mid-autumn moon, I heard a shepherd holding a horn at the edge of Gehong well and singing: "There are old spirits on the Sansheng stone, so there is no need to talk about enjoying the moon and singing the wind." Shamed lovers will come from afar, although some bodies are of the opposite sex. " Knowing that he was a teacher, Zi Yuan stepped forward and asked, "Is Gong Ze healthy?" The son said, "Gong Li really believes in scholars, but I am different from you. We should not be close, but should be diligent in cultivating and encouraging. " Another song said: "There is nothing in front of you, and it will break your heart to say it. Wuyue has searched all over the country, and you have to return the smoke to Qutang. " I went, so I didn't do it
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2. About Sansheng's poem "Forget Sichuan" Author: Forget the soul of Sichuan, only pity the flowers on the other side; Be there or be square, never miss it.
I forget Sichuan water, but I don't know heartbroken people; Helpless, the bridge is broken. "Nonsense in a Floating World" Author: Zhang Qiuyu's soul flows into the forgotten river, so that your life can last for thousands of years.
Bloom turned to the other side of the sea, and this place was empty for several years. "This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.
Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life. "This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.
Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life. There is no soul on Naihe Bridge, and there is no memory of past life.
Meng po's soup is forgotten in the world of mortals, and I only hope that I will not meet you in the afterlife. "huanghe road" is helpless and forgets whether He Chuanhe is right or wrong.
There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai. Sighing for ten years, how to make up for it? There are all kinds of opportunities on Sanshi.
White hair came, Zhu Yan left, and a crazy song fell beside the wine. (Qinyuanchun, Liu Chenweng) I feel that I have not met ten times in my life, and I have turned nine times into gold.
(Reward Zhang Xianggong to send Guan Xiu) Swing rhinoceros to Sanshengshi. Looking back, the soul is broken, and the sunset is prosperous.
Shao Hengzhen (Magnolia Slow) throws Sansheng Stone in Nanyue, and there are several clouds on the edge of Xishan Mountain. (Jing Zhu sent it with gratitude.
"Huang Forgotten Sichuan" Author: Forgotten Sichuan three ways around Sichuan, only pity the other side of the flower; Be there or be square, never miss it. I forget Sichuan water, but I don't know heartbroken people; Helpless, the bridge is broken.
"Nonsense in a Floating World" Author: Zhang Qiuyu's soul flows into the forgotten river, so that your life can last for thousands of years. Bloom turned to the other side of the sea, and this place was empty for several years.
"This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown. Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life.
"This life" Author: Deng set foot on the road, set foot on Naihe Bridge; Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown. Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup; I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life.
There is no soul on Naihe Bridge, and there is no memory of past life. Meng po's soup is forgotten in the world of mortals, and I only hope that I will not meet you in the afterlife.
"huanghe road" is helpless and forgets whether He Chuanhe is right or wrong. There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai.
Sighing for ten years, how to make up for it? There are all kinds of opportunities on Sanshi. White hair came, Zhu Yan left, and a crazy song fell beside the wine.
(Qinyuanchun, Liu Chenweng) I feel that I have not met ten times in my life, and I have turned nine times into gold. (Reward Zhang Xianggong to send Guan Xiu) Swing rhinoceros to Sanshengshi.
Looking back, the soul is broken, and the sunset is prosperous. Shao Hengzhen (Magnolia Slow) throws Sansheng Stone in Nanyue, and there are several clouds on the edge of Xishan Mountain.
(Jing Zhu gave three poems by Miracle to the brother of the monk) The gods on the Sansheng Stone. Since the alliance is a heavy order, the gods are in harmony, and I am true.
(Haruko Zijing Lu, Mei Qiyue, Zhu Xiyan) I feel that the fourth Wang Mian visited Sansheng yesterday, and now he is in Raul Pavilion. Wild smoke contains black trees, and weeds are all over the mountain.
I'm tired of returning to birds, but I can't bear to listen. I've also heard of the dragon horse, chasing leopards.
Dreaming on a stone, the concert is playing around me. (The second rhyme is Zhang Yuzhi's View of Painting Walls in Kaiyuan Temple and Li Jiaodesu's Huang Tingjian.) The dream is on the third generation stone, so I remember if there is any doubt.
(And answer the old man's gift to Huang Tingjian) Zhou Cangya's "Painting Poetry into My Mountain" gave Wen Tianxiang Sansheng Stone for a reason, and his robe inclined to learn from Mi Dian. The fisherman forgot to go down the mountain, and the fairy visited the Lingtou boat.
Black apes and white cranes have no roots, and the moon is thin and the stars are thin. Drunk for me, tired to lie on your back and watch the clouds.
In Chen, people say they are lazy and welcome guests in bed. I will forget this matter, and I will be completely blank.
Play Dengzhou Zen and share Tianning wheat. Bamboo wind likes me, too, bleak until dusk.
A monk's husband, Xuan Shang's play. May the incense shake the smoke and make the world feel old.
The fact that the teacher is not straightforward makes me very uneasy. Ask for a drop of washed sansheng stone.
The old ghost on the Sansheng Stone, enjoying the moon and singing the wind, doesn't talk about shy lovers coming from afar to meet. Although the opposite sex has always existed in this body, later generations are afraid of being heartbroken because of karma. I searched all the mountains and rivers in Wuyue, and finally I found Qutang Jin Yumeng: Yanzi I came out of the rock and turned into a hero's grave, and my family was indestructible. The second rock is broken, the wedding bridge is ferried, and the mandarin ducks fly together.
The third piece of jade burned, vowing to keep Jin Yumeng alive and die together. Part I: Sansheng is set on Sansheng Stone, and Sansheng is set in front of Sansheng Temple.
The bottom line: three generations of love and three generations of love. Horizontal comment: affectionate * * * Sansheng, eternal romantic Sansheng Stone Author: Sunset Sansheng Stone looks up at Sansheng, flowing water crosses every year.
He used to be a fairy, but he just followed the river without trace. Don't come to countless mountains in the spring, there is water in the spring.
The rivers and mountains are hard to comfort me, and the spring moon is boundless and graceful. I looked at the distant mountains for Fang Fei, but I couldn't see them clearly.
After chasing the light and worrying about spring, I was homesick for a moment. The sun is nameless, and the soul is so light and sweaty.
Autumn wind came, the leaves fell, and the autumn wind killed a desert. Don't say that the red leaves are lovesick, and countless lovesick words are hard to carry.
Thinking about the flying snow seems to be waiting, and no one picks it. Cangshan is poor and deep, silent and unintentional.
It is not easy to die after death, especially in the spring breeze. There are three lives on a stone, and what is under it is not returned every year? It's just that today the wind is stone, and we don't know each other.
Sansheng Stone Fu Author: Autumn Shuochuan River flows fast, egrets spread their wings. Reach the beak, sing Ying Ying, kiss the neck and play with each other.
Want to fly and wander, hesitate to play games. Both fly high to see Wushan, which has a long way to go.
The maple leaves of the martial arts are as red as fire, and they cry when they fly. Sunset and dusk inhabit the river, and the stones on the river are fine.
Feathers are as fine as brocade and as white as snow, and they tell each other their hearts. Eyes staring at the family for a long time, Chiang has a spirit of remembering three lives.
However, just as Shu water is always green, Shu mountain is always blue, and Bashan Shu water is full of aura. Ba people are good at making flutes with reeds, and Ba women sing like water.
My sister sings bamboo sticks on the back of the cow and blows bamboo leaves. I have never had a childhood, and I have been herding cattle since I was a child.
I admire the birds on the horizon, and I look for branches among the stones. Bashan is high and sparsely populated, and two hearts are mutually committed.
I made a solemn oath to the sky that I would never leave the earth. At home, my father sympathizes with A Nv, and the rich family is looking for a husband.
I want to marry Bashan's daughter. The mountains are high and the clouds are wide. Thunder shattered Yuanyang's dream. He knelt in front of the door and begged.
In this life, I know that no dust can seal our love, and I am trapped in death. I didn't want to die when I was born, and I will be my brother and sister in the afterlife.
The waves in Qutang are high and the water in Shu is evil, and the soul does not return The autumn rain in Bashan is as fine as a weave, and the wild geese live alone.
A man was crying in Shushan, and the ape cried and stained his clothes. In the coming year, I will add my brother to my family.
3. Poetry about Sanshengshi 1, "Forgetting Sichuan" Author: Forgetting Sichuan.
The soul roams the three rivers, only pitying the flowers on the other side;
Be there or be square, never miss it.
I forget Sichuan water, but I don't know heartbroken people;
Helpless, the bridge is broken.
2, "This Life" Author: Deng
Set foot on Huang Quan Road and set foot on Naihe Bridge;
Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.
Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup;
I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life.
3, "Zhou Cang cliff into my mountain painting poems" by Wen Tianxiang.
Cause and effect are tied to the sansheng stone, and the robe is inclined to learn from Mi Dian.
The fisherman forgot to go down the mountain, and the fairy visited the Lingtou boat.
Black apes and white cranes have no roots, and the moon is thin and the stars are thin.
Drunk for me, tired to lie on your back and watch the clouds.
4, "India's Old Suoyin Temple Poetry" Author: Chen
People are lazy, and guests are welcome in bed.
I will forget this matter, and I will be completely blank.
Play Dengzhou Zen and share Tianning wheat.
Bamboo wind likes me, too, bleak until dusk.
A monk's husband, Xuan Shang's play.
May the incense shake the smoke and make the world feel old.
The fact that the teacher is not straightforward makes me very uneasy.
Ask for a drop of washed sansheng stone.
5, "Jin Yumeng" Author: Yan Zi
I rock and roll, into the hero's grave, and my feelings are indestructible.
The second rock is broken, the wedding bridge is ferried, and the mandarin ducks fly together.
The third piece of jade burned, vowing to keep Jin Yumeng alive and die together.
4. There is an ancient poem about Sansheng, Sansheng Stone.
Looking at three lives on a stone, it is doomed to last forever.
Who have you been in love with in your last life? Whether we will meet again in the afterlife!
In this life, the dream breaks the yellow road, and there are tears in front of the flowers on the other side.
Who carved in front of the bloody stone? What floor does the township station look at with tears?
Love this life in a charming dream, not envious of immortals or monks.
If you don't go far on the bridge, you will meet your reincarnation partner in the afterlife.
Long past blowing in the wind, tender feelings around Gu Teng.
Tender feelings are cast in stone, and vows are accompanied by mountain alliances.
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Qinyuanchun
It is natural that there are two ways to become a Buddha and give birth to heaven. Let the ancestors come first. Look at those two or three old people, vaguely on my list, how many recruits, and how many in the same year. The purple meets the stranger, the green hills go alone, and the staff sings and listens to spring. Once in a century, childhood is rare, but it is still old. My cows are no longer ploughed. When it rains, the road is slippery, and the mud is deep and whip-long. Sighing for ten years, how to make up for it? There are all kinds of opportunities on Sanshi. White hair came, Zhu Yan left, and a crazy song fell beside the wine. Who is like me, like an official slave, who broke up the Zen?