1. Modern poems about the flower on the other side
Modern poems on the flower on the other side 1. Modern poems on the flower on the other side
1. When the flower blooms on the other side, it is just a ball. The flaming red flower blooms without leaves and grows without flowers. We miss each other but cannot meet each other. That night on the other side of the road alone, we met in a dream. You are a white rootless lotus and I am a red flower on the other side. You are as pale as snow and I am as red as blood. You fall on Tianshan Mountain. The water in the mirror pool is wet. I fell in love with you at that moment when I was lonely in the underworld. There is no way to escape. There is no way to escape. I will wait for three thousand days and the stars will turn. You will finally grow old. I will still fall for you. When you arrive at the ferry, the dark river is dark. The murmuring water gives me a faint smile. Po Meng's soup bowl is empty. You step on the Naihe Bridge and your heart is as calm as the water. My heart is as heavy as a stone. I close the branches of flowers, and my heart aches and is broken. My heart is hopeless. The lingering fragrance of the flowers in my veins cannot match the forgetfulness of the bitter and thin soup. I am still Living without a soul, only with a body, but insisting on loving you 2. Are those flowers the most beautiful? Those flowers with poison have been lonely for thousands of years, wandering for thousands of years; I am by the water, and I can’t push the door open, so I let the river of tears have no waves, looking at you After reincarnation, there is no flowering period, and my mind is full of worries. It has become the knife marks on the petals. The broken strings cannot be found in the shadows of the petals. The pain lingers in this cold water for the oath on the stone. The eyes are covered with moss. I can no longer hold on. The ten fingers are slender; after so many years, the flowers have bloomed and you are not here, the leaves have fallen. Have you ever seen me throw away that bowl of forgetful water? Looking at you from behind, I am afraid that you will forget the past and forget to repay the debt I owed; how did the cold world open up? Such wild and charming flowers lead one after another, joys and sorrows; they were originally flowers of the other shore with the same root, thousand-year-old flowers, and the thousand-year-old leaves have grown into legends and turned into the world of mortals. In the end, they have become fateful stories that have always been intertwined.