The flower of the other shore blooms enchantingly on the other shore just like its name. Is it the tenderness of the devil? Or the wandering soul? No one knows whether the flowers are a gift from heaven or hell. They only know that the patches of flowers are dyed red. The long Huangquan Road. Three lives and three lives, several reincarnations, what remains unchanged is the blooming of flowers on the other side. Let's take a look at what the flower language of the other shore flower is and what other poems are related to it.
The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but there is nothing you can do in front of the bridge.
Under the Wangxiang terrace, I forget the river water, and sell Meng Po beside the Sansheng Stone.
Nirvana is in love with the devil, and life is like a wasted dream.
I can only dance with the sun and the moon for the rest of my life, singing in the strong wind as the white horse passes by.
The prosperous world is surrounded by a sea of ??clouds and mud, and you can see the magpie bridge crossing.
Life and death at the snap of a finger, several rounds of morning and evening, three twilights.
Flowers bloom and leaves fall, red and white, infatuation is hard to retain.
The fallen leaves make the soil, a few clusters of flowers bloom, and there are countless tears.
Naihe Qiaotou, Meng Po persuaded me to drink, and I will never look back for several lifetimes.
Weeping and laughing, the vicissitudes of life are followed by the underworld, and the sufferings are overcome by Buddha Zen.
Abi is in a state of desolation, but the soul of the seven emotions is still there, so how can he wake up from the maze.
The sorrow of reincarnation is hard to get drunk in the dark world, and there is no way back.
The flowers on the other side, Huangquan Road, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall in different places;
Sorrow is like fire, love is like dew, and life is like summer flowers that cannot be retained.
The wind and smoke have passed, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the city valley is filled with Manzhu and sand;
Businessmen and merchants are separated by life and death, why not drink together and dance with the drunken immortals?