Manzhu Shahua's Poems on Flowers on the Other Side

1. 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. 3. On the other side of Huang Zhao, flowers bloom for thousands of years. Love is not a cause and effect, but a fallen leaf for a thousand years. 4. The flowers on the other side are the sorrow of past lives. Naihe Bridge, the bond of this life. Blood, fire, dancing in sorrow. Abandoned, forgotten, reborn in despair. Confused, I saw the fiery figure ahead. Get lost and catch a glimpse of the bridge around you. Confusion, despair, loss, rebirth. We walked in this way, with the passing of life and time, only to find that we have come to an end, or our souls have turned red, or we have lost everything in this life and gained rebirth. Pick a flower on the other side and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. The dark world, either away or back. The flowers on the other side are out of reach, how sad Naihe Bridge is, and how helpless it is to leave it behind. Squat down, touch the flowers on the other side, turn your head and observe Naihe Bridge. Past lives, a sad and desperate world, is it nostalgia? Is it discarded? Staring at the darkness of this world, leaving a drop of cold tears, or holding a little. All this can only be chosen by ourselves, or we can't choose by ourselves ... 5. Legend has it that there is a flower called the other side flower. That is the memory of past lives; Coming is also a testimony. Walking on the Naihe Bridge, dim ancient lights and worn bronze mirrors. She and his past have long been carved in stone. Manzhu, the flower demon, and Shahua, the leaf demon, will never meet again. So, what about them? After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, everything in front of me vanished. On the way to the grave, blood-like flowers are in full bloom. The fragrance of flowers on the other side awakens memories of the past. In my mind, a confused figure, a lone star crossed. Close your hands, close your eyes and go back together. As if it had never changed, flowers and leaves were silent before and after the three rivers. 6. The flowers over there are wet with moss, and there are purple flowers. 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 songs, rain falls on the whole city, flowers fall and fly, 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 want to be calm, too. It's hard to be calm again. It is because I dream of keeping an isolated city, which is infinitely fragrant and avoids all beings, so melodramatic!