I have the beautiful love story of the flowers on the other side of the river, although it is not a poem, but it is very touching, in addition, I planted the flowers on the other side of the river for many years, and every year when the autumn equinox bloomed, I was inexplicably surprised, touched, and cried for it.
I send the story to you, I hope you like it: the other side of the flowers bloomed on the other side of the river forgetting the flow of the river forgetting the river They all say, you and I will never see each other, born wrong, but I do not know, this is you and I eternal life together. We used to be the old essence soul on the three life stones, a thousand years together, to see all the earthly destiny, sadness and happiness, the cycle of life and death.
That day, Buddha said you need to enter the red dust. I asked the Buddha about our destiny in marriage, the Buddha closed his eyes, "A lifetime of only one side of the edge."
I asked the Buddha: a thousand times in the previous life, in exchange for a brush with this life.
I asked the Buddha: "A thousand times I looked back in my previous life, in exchange for a brush with the shoulder in this life.
A thousand encounters in a previous life, in exchange for an acquaintance in this life. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
A thousand times in the past, in exchange for a love of this world. But is it true? The Buddha laughed and did not say anything.
I fell on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness and was born on the banks of the River of the Three Ways, where it is gloomy and cold. There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge who keeps a pot of soup year after year.
People of all shapes and sizes walked past me, stepped onto that bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurriedly walked off the bridge. Some people walk by, I will hear the lingering whimpering, the promise of a lifetime, I sympathize, and the old man on the bridge seems to hear nothing, still the usual ride soup, sent to the people on the bridge.
Days long, I realized that this bridge is called the bridge of the dead, the old man, called Meng. I asked Meng, what is the sound of that ringing? Meng said, that is the heart-rending love, heart-rending hate, is the world's most useless Dan Dan swear.
It turned out that Meng's bowl of soup, called Mengbo soup, is to forget the past life, on the bridge people drink, will be this time all the grudges and sentiments of all forget ...... and then wait for the next reincarnation. I asked Meng, will he also forget me? Meng not say.
I asked Meng, when will I blossom. Meng said, when it is time to bloom, it will bloom.
I was looking forward to the blossom, looking forward to blooming the most beautiful face, looking forward to see him once in a lifetime. Meng looked at me, sighed, and if the other side of the fall! I was puzzled.
So, I know, three days before and after the spring equinox is called the spring shore, three days before and after the fall equinox is called the autumn shore, is the day of the grave. At the beginning of the Autumn Pisan, I was amazed to find myself blooming with white flowers, like frost, like snow, puffing all over the banks of the Three Ways.
Mengnuo said, with the other side of the flower, this yellow spring to guide the road is no longer lonely. The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in my life. I'm not going to be able to do that. No, my name is Manju, not the other side of the river.
Year after year, I bloomed on time in every autumn on the other side, a piece of it. I finally did not see him come.
He finally came, in a hurry before I had time to bloom. Hurriedly walking past me, I desperately called him, Shahua! Shahua! He seems to have lost all sense of hearing, so hurriedly walked past, so that I even the corner of his green shirt can not touch.
I cried. Meng coldly said, he is not called Shahua! No, he is my Shahua, the Shahua on the Three Lives Stone.
At the time when tears could no longer flow, I began to be silent. Every year on the other side of the fall, I remain silent and open, sending over one by one the dead souls that come and go.
For a thousand years, I watched him rush past me without stopping or looking at me. And for a thousand years he never came when I was in full bloom.
Another thousand years began and came to an end in a blossoming, and he changed his form and walked onto the Naiho Bridge, picking up Meng's soup. My tears, flowing again and again, my heart, broken again and again, I called out to him: Shahua, I am your Manju, do not you remember? Finally, in an autumn other side of the time, in my blooming white flowers, he came, with a dusty, haggard face, to my side.
I had thought that he would again rush through, hastily drinking the Mengbo soup that made him forget me further and further away. However, as he walked past me, he actually slowed down and turned his head to look at me.
Just that one look, the heart of the dry tears and like spring water gushing out; just that one look, will be the heart of thousands of years of depression into tears; just that one look, ten thousand kinds of grievances are like clouds scattered. The time of the fall of the other side of the river, I opened extraordinarily fresh and pure.
Another thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of a year to see, every time he turned back a look, let my heart cracked a deep scar, a year a year ...... I do not remember how many thousands of years of encounter, he suddenly stopped in front of me, murmuring, déjà vu, déjà vu ... ..... I was amazed, heart in that one completely broken, white flowers, in that instant miserable into red, such as fire, such as Tantalum, such as blood ...... He was frightened to retreat to the bridge, Mengbo soup from his trembling hands of the bowl spilled out ...... From then on, in the fall of the other side of the river. Forget the river will be full of blood-colored flowers, eye-catching, gorgeous and demonic.
He came again when the flowers bloomed, hovering around me, hovering, and at the moment of walking on the bridge, he turned back, and his mouth murmured, Manju? Manju? I have no more tears. Mengnuo long sigh, this is nearly ten thousand years, I heard the only sigh.
Since then, people say, in the fall of the other side of the river, forget the river bank, will bloom a kind of demonic blood-colored flowers, the fragrance of the flowers have magic, can evoke memories of the pre-life, this flower, called the other side of the flower. Thousands of look back, rub shoulders, meet, meet, know, know, the Buddha's words have become a reality, so I calmly open, calmly fall, calmly waiting for a thousand years after the love.
The love came very calm, but very shocking, he squatted down, kissed my face, and gently said, "Manju, I will not forget you again, I want you to stay with me. I looked at him in a daze, didn't he remember that the Buddha said that we only meet once in a lifetime? He looked at me with a smile, and calmly picked a flower hidden in his sleeve and walked on the bridge, I saw him smiling and watching me slowly drink the soup.
Meng's face flashed a strange smile. The Buddha said that we have violated the will of heaven, and from now on we shall never see each other for eternity.
Instead, he laughed, a soothing laugh. So he turned into a leaf on my stem, and the leaf fell before the flower could blossom, and the leaf had fallen out of the blossom.
He said, we do not want to meet once in a lifetime, we do not want to be strangers to each other. This is our eternal life together, no longer separate, no longer forget! Thus, the Buddhist scriptures say: the flowers on the other side of the bank, bloom for a thousand years, fall a thousand.
2. about Manju Shahua ancient wind beautiful sentenceforever on the other side of the leisurely bloom this shore heart only on this shore at a loss how many fireworks things to pay the wind and rain how many dusty dreams as much as with the water to the east to turn to see the extinguished disappeared remembered to bloom to Tantalum, the flower thing ...... left the memory is just a ground petal ...... The wind blew it away, and it's gone. ...... That night we met in a dream, you were a white rootless lotus and I was a red flower on the other side of the river, you were as pale as snow and I was as red as blood, you were rushing through the water of the Mirror Pond in Heavenly Mountain and I was rushing through the water of the Yellow Springs of the Underworld, I was lonely, and I was falling in love with you, and I have no way of escaping from this fate. I'll wait for 3,000 days for the stars to change and for you to grow old, but I'll still fall in love with the flowers on the other side of the river, always blooming on the other side of the river, the heart of the people on the other side of the river, only here on the other side of the river, wandering, how many fireworks and events are all left behind, how many dusty dreams, how much of the world turns to the east, how much of the world turns to the east, how much of the things that we see go out, how much of the things that disappear, how much we remember, and what we have left behind, are just petals of the flowers, the wind blows them away, and then there's nothing left, and the dream of that night, when we met in a dream, you're a white lotus, and I'm a red flower, you're as pale as snow, and I'm a red flower. You are as pale as snow, and I am as red as blood, and you are rushing the water of the Mirror Pond on Tianshan Mountain, and I am rushing the road of the Yellow Springs in the Underworld.
3. What are the beautiful ancient style sentences about Manjushahua1. Manjushahua, the flower of the other shore, the shore of the Three Way River, the past life to cross the death; flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, the flowers fall in the Yellow Springs, flowers flourish without leaves, the leaves are green to hide the flowers; the two do not meet each other, the wrong side of the birth of a life, the road of the fire lighting, the light of the blood to catch up with the sky; the thought of the past life, the afterlife of the disaster, endless, the birth of an eternal thought. --Manzhushahua
2. Who planted Manzhushahua on the other side of the river, letting it color the yellow spring red, saddening the three lifetimes, penetrating the Mona, and breaking through the red dust?
3. The flowers bloom on the other side of the river, and the bridge is empty. The broken hearted grass sadness broken heart, the three life stone before the three life.
4. The flowers on the other side of the river, the leaves and petals of the flowers will never see each other again.
The flowers on the other side of the river are in bloom, the leaves and petals will never meet again.
Tears are shed when you drink it, and the pain of your past life is reproduced.
The city of death is capped with white bones, but there are red flowers on both sides of the river.
5. 彼岸花，千年一开，千年一落，千年的错过，幻化成心头的一个朱砂痣......
6. 彼岸花，地狱之花。 Born in the river of forgetfulness, blooming in the river of forgetfulness, years and years and years, born and blooming the root of the other shore.
The flower of the other side of the river, the flower of seduction. Demon in colorful red, flare in colorful red, life and death, demon flare the soul of the other shore.
The flower on the other side of the river, the flower of death, in vain in the soul of life, forgetting in the soul of life, searching for, in vain forget forgetting the death of the other side of the river.
7. A thousand years on the other side of the river, a Manjusri, a Shahua, a lifetime of never say goodbye.
8. The river of forgetfulness, Manjushahua, a thousand years of leaves, a thousand years of blossoms, blossoms and leaves, a thousand years of eternal separation
9. Manjushahua, the flower of hell, dyed red with blood, and cast by the souls of those who have been wronged in its poignant beauty.
Mandala, the flower of heaven, the water of forgetfulness to wash away the sins of her hands, the spirit of purity to recast her agile posture.
Now the flowers of hell are blooming in heaven, who is heaven, who is hell, who is good, who is evil, who is right and who is wrong, all in a thought.
10. The flowers of this shore bloom on the other shore, and the love of the other shore is returned in this life.
But the other side of the flower full of sky, Man Zhu Sha Hua fall red face.
11. The flower on the other side of the river is the flower of attraction. The flower bloom is very beautiful, but the moment the flower falls, it is infinite sadness. Flowers and leaves die, leaves and flowers fall, in their long life, the longest is loneliness, the most incomparably long is to each other's thoughts.
12. On the other side of the river, the half-moon is shining, and the green hills are far away; on the riverbank, the Manjusri, the scarlet veins.
13. The soul does not die, the chase is not over, the other side of the flower, Manjushahua.
14. The flowers on the other side of the river, the other side of the river, the reflection of ten thousand times, the road of the ghost. The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the thought of each other is never negative. The flowers bloom on the other side of the river, alone weeping in the netherworld, the flowers are beautiful, people do not return; before the bridge of Naiho, mutual remembrance and cherish each other, look forward to not see ......
15. The flowers bloom on the other side of the river, such as blood stained with the remnants of the rainbow, love has become empty, this is not yesterday, look back to look at the long time, it is difficult to give up a thousand feelings. The next life, can we find the way home?
16. The beauty of Manjushava is the ominous flower of demon, disaster, death and separation.
4. Ancient beautiful poems about the flowers on the other shoreThere is no shore on the other shore of the flower, the soul falls into the river of forgetfulness is still in the river.
Drunkenness does not know the vastness of the smoke and waves, but in the dream, the lamps are cold. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the book, and then you can see the newest version.
The flower does not understand the language of the flower nodding, Buddha to my heart Buddha empty sigh. (2) The flowers bloom on the other side of the river, and the leaves never see each other.
The fate of one life is destined to die, and the fate of the previous life is on the stone of the three lives. The two sides of the bridge are in sync, and the bridge is a thousand years from now.
A bowl of soup from the Mumba is put into the stomach, and it is hard to forget the love by the river of the Three Paths.
The River of Forgetfulness is a river, and there is a gap between the other side and the shore. The path of the fire is a long one, and the karma of the past and present lives is scattered.
The heart is sad and the love is sad. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the way and get out of the way.
(4) The Yellow Springs are on the other side of the river, and the flowers bloom for a thousand years. The love is not for the cause and effect, the leaves fall and a thousand years. (5) The flower on the other side of the river, the flower of forgetfulness. The flowers fall on the other side of the river of forgetfulness.
e799bee5baa6e58685e5aeb931333361313838 The flower of the devil. The love has long been dead reluctant to think.
The flower on the other side of the river is the flower of the water, the moon and the mirror. The mirror is full of flowers and shadows.
The flower on the other side of the river is the flower of the purple street. The flower on the other side of the river, the flower on the purple street.
The flower on the other side of the river is the flower of the Yellow Springs. The other side of the river is the flower of the Yellow Springs.
The flower of the other side, the flower of indifference. The heart is not what you want it to be, and the dream is not what you want it to be.
The flower of the other side is the flower of reincarnation. The flower of the other side of the river is the flower of endless life.
The flower of the other side, the flower of the dream. The heart of heaven is infinite, and the flower is smiling.
(6) The flower on the other side of the river is the sorrow of the past life; the bridge of Naiku, the link of this life. The bridge is the link between this life and the next. Like blood, like fire, dancing in sadness; left behind, forgotten, reborn in despair.
Bewildered, saw the fire red ahead, lost, glimpsed the side of the Naiho Bridge. Lost, despair, lost, reborn, we walk like this, there is the loss of life, there is the passage of time, walking, only to find that the end, or the soul into a piece of the red fire, or lost everything in this life, reborn.
Pick a flower on the other side of the river, drink a bowl of Mengbo tea. The darkness of the earth, or away, or back.
The flowers on the other side of the river, the other side of the river, can be expected but not reachable, how sad; Naihe Bridge, Naihe, no longer reluctant to give up have to be left behind, how helpless.
In the past life, in this life, the world of sadness and despair, is it to stay? I'm not going to be able to do that. Gazing at the darkness of this world, leaving a drop of cold tears, or holding a trace of reluctant love. All this can only be chosen by ourselves, or, not by themselves to choose.
(7) Legend has it that there is a flower called the other side of the flower is the memories of the past life is also a witness to the time Walking on the Naiho Bridge, the ghost of the ancient lamps, broken bronze mirror, her and his past, has been engraved in the stone of the three lives Flower Demon Manzhu, the leaf demon Shahua ultimately never see each other, then, they are not? Drinking a bowl of Mona soup, everything in front of us vanishes into thin air on the road to the Yellow Springs, flowers blooming like blood, the fragrance of flowers on the other side of the river, awakening memories of the past, the confused figure of a lonely star passing by, folding her hands, closing her eyes, going back to the past together, pretending that nothing has changed, in front of the River of the Three Paths, when we look back, flowers and leaves are speechless, and they will never see each other, the fate of the world is determined by the death of the heart, and love returns to the stream, Manjushahua, the flowers on the other side, and they never say no to the other. Never give up (10) The flowers on the other side of the river are as colorful as a girl, and the flowers on the other side of the river are as red as blood.
5. The flowers on the other side of the riverThe flowers on the other side of the river - Manjusri, the flowers on the other side of the river, flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, miss each other but can not see each other, alone on the other side of the road. The flower on the other side of the river, the devil's tenderness. Legend has it that the flower that was voluntarily thrown into hell was returned by the demons, but still wandering on the road to the Yellow Springs, the demons could not bear it, so they agreed to let her bloom on the road, to give the souls who left the human world a guide and comfort. The flowers on the other side of the river will bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never see each other again. Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. The story of the past is that I paid back the memory of the last reincarnation owed, when no longer owe anything, she will drink the bowl of water in her hands, and then walked into the door of reincarnation, as if a sentence: " If you choose to forget, that means that inwardly loved ." .
The flowers bloom on the other side of the river,
The bridge of Naiku is empty,
The broken hearted grass is sad and broken hearted,
The stone of the three lifetimes before the determination of the three lifetimes.
The flowers on the other side of the river are in bloom, and the leaves and petals of the flowers will never see each other again.
The flowers on the other side of the River of Three Paths are in bloom, the leaves and petals of the flowers will never meet.
Tears are shed when you drink it, and the pain of your past life is reproduced.
The city of death is covered with white bones, but there are red flowers on both sides of the river.
6. What are the ancient style sentences about the flowers on the other side of the riverflowers bloom on the other side of the river, flowers and leaves to death do not see, Huang Quan Bixue, just wait for you to be proud of the world of the wrong life, flowers and leaves never see the other side of the river flowers bloom open on the other side of the river, the bridge of Naihe can be Naiho flowers bloom on the other side of the river there is no shore, the soul fell in forgetting the river is still in the river.
Drunkenness does not know the smoke wave ho, dreaming of the old lights cold. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The flower does not understand the language of the flower nodding, Buddha crossing my heart Buddha empty sigh. I don't see any leaves, and I don't see any flowers. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid!
Love is not a cause and effect, destined to be born and die. Forget about the river, the three stone next to the other side, the other side of the flowers, I have ever met you on the other side of the flower realm, the sea of bitterness sinking what is the other side of the flower?
The red flowers on the other side of the river are also known as manjusaka, one of the four flowers in the Dharma Flower Sutra. Native to the Yangtze River basin in China, distributed in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River and some parts of the southwest, the relevant records were first seen in the Tang Dynasty, known as the "meaningless grass", "dragon claw flower".
There are many folk legends about the "other side of the flower". There are also songs and novels with the name of "The Flower on the Other Side".
Legend of the flower on the other side of the river: the flower on the other side of the river, the devil's tenderness. In Japanese folklore, the flower voluntarily put into the hell, was repatriated by the demons, but still wandering on the road to the Yellow Springs, the demons could not bear it, so they agreed to let her bloom on the road to give the souls who left the human world a guide and comfort.
Hell Maiden in Yan Mo Ai, like this flower. The snow-white and blood-red flowers on the other side of the river **** the same representation of death.
Rumor has it that the mandarins bloom on the road to heaven, and the manzanitas are all over the road to hell. While both represent death, one favors an alternative interpretation of death: new life, and the other favors the wandering and wandering of pain and remorse: the fall.
That is why there is only a thin line between hell and heaven. The difference between the so-called angels and demons is nothing more than the color and the meaning of the back.
7. Ancient beautiful poems of the flowers on the other shoreThe flowers bloom on the other side of the shore is no shore,
The soul falls into oblivion is still in the river.
Drunkenness does not know the smoke and waves,
In the dream, the lights are cold.
The flowers and leaves will not meet for a thousand years.
The flower does not understand the language of the flower nods,
Buddha ferry my heart Buddha empty sigh.
(2)
Flowers bloom on the other side of the river,
flowers bloom and leaves fall, never to be seen.
Karma is destined for a life and death,
and the three stones of the past life are destined for a life and death.
The two are in sync,
The bridge of Naijia is waiting for a thousand years.
A bowl of soup from the Mona is put into the stomach,
and it is hard to forget the love by the river of the Three Ways.
(3)
There is a flower on the other side of the river,
but there is no relationship between the flower and the leaf.
The river of forgetfulness is a river,
Between the other side and the shore there is a gap in the sky.
The path of the fire is long,
and the karma of the past and present life is scattered.
The heart of the dead is dead, and the heart of the dead is dead.
The flowers and leaves will never be seen again.
(4)
The Yellow Springs is a place where flowers bloom for a thousand years.
Love is not a cause and effect, the leaves fall for another thousand years.
(5)
Flower on the other side of the river,
the flower of forgetfulness.
The flower of forgetfulness. e799bee5baa6e58685e5aeb931333361313838
The flower of the other shore,
The flower of the devil.
Love has long since died unwilling to read.
The other side of the flower,
Water and moon mirror flower.
The flower in the mirror has a long shadow.
The flower on the other side of the river,
The flower on the purple street.
The red dust is not stained.
The flower on the other side of the river,
The flower of the Yellow Springs.
The leaf is slender.
The flower of the other shore,
The flower of the desert.
The heart is not what you want it to be.
The flower of the other side,
The flower of reincarnation.
The flower of endless life.
The flower of the other shore,
The flower of dream death.
The flower of the infinite heart of heaven.
(6)
Flower on the other side of the river
The sorrow of the past life;
The bridge of Naijiao,
The bond of this life.
Like blood, like fire, dancing in sorrow;
Left behind, fading away, reborn in despair.
Lost, saw a fiery red piece ahead,
Lost, glimpsed the bridge of Naihe around.
Lost, despair, lost, reborn,
We walk like this,
There is a loss of life,
There is a loss of time, walking,
Only to find that the end,
Or the soul into a piece of that fiery red,
Or lost everything in this life, reborn.
Picking a flower on the other side of the river,
Drinking a bowl of Mengbo tea.
The darkness of the earth,
or away from, or return to.
The flowers on the other shore, the other shore,
can be reached,
how sad;
Naihe Bridge, Naihe,
no longer reluctant to give up but also have to be left behind,
how helpless.
Crouch down and touch the flowers on the other side of the river;
Turn your head sideways and observe the Naihe Bridge.
Past life, present life,
A world of sorrow and despair,
Is it to stay? Is it discarding?
Gazing at the darkness of this world,
Leaving a drop of cold tears,
or holding a trace of unrequited love.
All this can only be chosen by ourselves,
or, not by ourselves.
(7)
Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called the flower on the other side of the river
It is the memory of the past life and the witness of the coming time
Walking on the bridge of Naihe
The ghostly lamp, the old bronze mirror
The past of her and his past has long been engraved in the stone of the Three Lives
Flower Demon Manzhu, Leaf Demon Sahuwa
The final eternity can not meet.
And what about them?
Drinking a bowl of Mengbo soup
Everything in front of me disappeared
On the way to the Yellow Springs, flowers bloomed like blood
The scent of the flowers on the other side of the river awakened memories
In the back of my mind, I was confused
Lone star crossed the sky
Closing my hands and eyes
Back to the old days
As if nothing had changed.
As if nothing has changed
Before the river of three paths
When I look back
Flowers and leaves have no words
(8)
Flowers bloom and leaves fall
Never to see each other again
The fate of the world is determined by the life and death of a person
Love is also returned to the streamer
Manjusri
The other side of the river is in the form of a flower
(9)
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By the stone of three lifetimes
Promise of three lifetimes
Flowers blossom on the other side of the river
Never give up
(10)
Flowers blossom on the other side of the river are bewitching and colorful, like dainties,
and bloom on the other side of the river are as bright red as blood.
8. The beautiful ancient style sentences about ManjusriThere is no bank on the other side of the river
The soul of the river is still in the river
The drunkenness does not know that the smoke wave is vast
In the dream of the vaguely cold lamps
Flowers and leaves do not see each other for a thousand years
The fate is the end of the fate of the dance fluttering
Flowers do not understand the language of the flower nodding
The Buddha ferrying me to the heart of the Buddha sighing in the air
Buddha Polo, the Buddha is the only one that is not in the heart of the world, the only one that is not in the heart of the world.
The Sanskrit word Paramita
This is the other shore
Understanding the meaning of life and death
The realm of life and death
This is the shore
The realm of life and death
This is the other shore
The realm of transcendental life and death
The shore.
The realm of transcendental life and death
is called the other shore
the other shore of Nirvana
The Buddha says that the other shore
is free of birth, free of death
free of sorrow, free of desire, free of wanting
is the world of bliss and happiness, where all suffering and sorrow are forgotten
and there is a kind of flower
that transcends the three worlds
that is not among the five elements.
Not among the five elements
Born on the other side of the weak water
No stem, no leaves
Splendid scarlet
The Buddha says it is the flower of the other shore
When the flower blooms on the other side of the shore
It is only a blaze of fire and red;
The flower blooms with no leaves, and the leaf begets no flower;
We think of each other but do not see each other.
The road to the other side of the world is a lonely one.
"The flowers on the other side of the river, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves never see each other. Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death."
Butterfly Loves Flower, Flower on the Other Side
Flower on the other side of the shore,
alone weeping in the netherworld,
flowers and colorful people do not return.
The world of the world can't bear to be separated from who remembers?
The Yellow Springs is a place for tears.
The leaves are falling and the flowers are blossoming,
The flowers and the leaves are empty and sad.
I don't know how to get to the bottom of it,
but I do know how to get to the bottom of it,
and I don't know how to get to the bottom of it!
"Manjushri, the mentor, why did the white hair on his eyebrows shine so brightly
The wind of sandalwood fragrance and the rain of mandala, Manjushri, please the hearts of all people
Because of this, the earth was full of water, and the six vibrations of the world were all present
Then, all the people of the four branches of the world were all pleased to see the joyfulness of their bodies, and their minds were blown to a level that had never been seen before"
Vortexing and bewitching. It is a heartbreaking despair, cruel but beautiful.
The flower on the other side of the river is the one that does not have the other side of the river to wait for, the one that the miserable woman pretends to be happy.
Even if the darkness of the day brushes white hair, but also for him to palm light home torch,
As long as he knows she is still waiting for him.
The world of the world can't bear to be separated from who remembers?
The Yellow Springs is a place for tears.
The leaves are falling and the flowers are blossoming,
The flowers and the leaves are empty and sad.
I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if it's true.
I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if it's true!
The Sanskrit word Paramita
This is the other shore
Understanding the meaning of being free from birth and death
The realm of birth and death
Like water with its waves
That is called this shore
Free from birth and death
Like water that flows always
That is called the other shore
The realm where there is birth and death
That is called this shore
The realm where there is birth and death
That is called the other shore
That is called the other shore
The realm of life and death
That is called the other shore.
The realm of transcendental life and death
is called the other shore
the other shore of Nirvana
Buddha says that the other shore
is free of birth and death
free of sorrow
free of desire
is a world of bliss where one forgets all suffering and misery
and that there is a kind of flower
that transcends the three realms of the world.
Not among the five elements
Born on the other side of the weak water
No stem, no leaves
Splendid scarlet
The Buddha said that it was the flower of the other side
When the flower blooms on the other side of the shore
It is only a blaze of fire and red;
The flower blooms without leaves, and the leaf begets no flower;
The flower is not a flower, and the leaf begets no flower;
The flower is not a flower. We miss each other but cannot see each other,
alone on the other side of the road.
"The flowers on the other side of the shore, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves never see each other. Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death."