View Article Poems about flowers on the other shore Thursday, August 06, 2009 at 03:22 PM Flowers on the other shore, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves never meet.
Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death." --------- Thoughts floating in the underworld, that one glance is the night that inhabits the lonely soul, but I was surprised at the trembling of the heart Your splendor is as gorgeous as blood, like a carpet stretching out the beard of a lonely flower, praying for the meeting in the next life, and can not hold your hand in the cycle of reincarnation, and will always be in the regret of the Buddha said, "Turning back to the shore, do not meet each other, do not meet, I would like to give up the years of the next life in return for a glimpse of you, so that the eternity resident on the bridge of Naihe, and with love to turn it into another color, and the tears of the flowers of the Petermal Flower, spilled in the realm of the Underworld, the Yellow Spring. In the netherworld, the only rosy flower on the Yellow Springs Road leads me to a dream where tears are spilled over the curtains of my eyes, leaving behind the ties of my past life. Every thousand years of blossoming and falling of the flowers, accompanied by the tears and blood of the hope for each other, the Buddha said that there is no reason for it, no reason for it, and the sobbing wait for the blood will make the life still bright, and we will alternately appear between the millenniums, and then the other side of the cycle of life, and then walk through the millenniums.
... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to see you, but I'm not going to be able to see you, so I'm going to be able to meet you on the other side of the river in my dreams. You are as pale as snow, and I am as red as blood.
You fall in the Tianshan mirror pool water rushing. I am lonely in the underworld, the yellow spring road is long.
At that moment, I fell in love with you, is my destiny, nothing to escape. I, will always wait! Three thousand days, you are finally old.
I was still falling, and the dark river rushing by in front of me gave me a shallow smile. The bowl of Mona's soup is empty.
You stepped onto the bridge and your heart was as quiet as water, and your heart was as heavy as a stone. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see the world.
Heartache broken, heart dead hopeless ............ I, pulsating flowers lingering, can not withstand the bitter widow's soup forget. I, still alive! No soul, only flesh! Yet insist on loving you! The other side of the flower! Always blossoming on the other shore! The heart of this shore, only in this shore wandering how many things of the fireworks, all pay the wind and rain how many dreams of the dust, all with the water to the east.
See the extinguished! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. I'm not going to be able to do that.
I, lost on the other side! In a previous life, we flew under the same sky, In this life, you are on the other shore; I am on this shore. I gazed at your tearful face and felt the sound of your broken heart, but I couldn't wipe away your tears.
Opened to the flowering, the flower thing ...... love to the end is like flowers bloom to the end ...... wind blowing away, there is no ...... love the mood of memory for a long time, love the people who have been in the blink of an eye The first time I saw you was when I was a kid, and I was a kid who was a kid. I can't forget what I felt, and what I saw went out.
I stand at the end of the sea corner, hear the soil sprout. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Leave the fragrance to the years, there is no lighthouse on the other side of the shore, I still look at the darkness of the day white hair. 'The flowers on the other shore, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves will never see each other again.
Love is not a cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death.' You are the flowers blooming on the other shore! It is always my fatal temptation! I use words to swim across your deep, deep eyes.
It is the countless years and teardrops always drowned me y, red like fire flowers. Ignite the clouds in the sky at dusk, leaning on the water in the setting sun and singing, the ripples of sadness.
Stretching his arm, still a lifetime can not touch, still unattainable distance, is your deep sigh. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots! The other side of the river is always the support of happiness in this life! Maybe just looking at each other from a distance like this, you can let the drifting thoughts be supported! 1. Flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, and the sadness of the broken hearted grass breaks my heart. The bridge of Naiho can be used to break the heart of the people. Butterfly Love Flower, the flower on the other side of the river, the flower on the other side of the river, alone weeping in the netherworld, the flower color people do not return.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I've seen this, I've seen it in my eyes. The only thing that is not clear is the fact that it is not a good idea to have a good time, but it is a good idea to have a good time.
The soul of the world is bleak, how to know that life and death are far away from each other! 2. the other side of the flower will always bloom leisurely on the other side of the shore of this shore of the heart, only on this shore of the wandering how many things of the fireworks are all paid between the wind and rain how many dusty dreams as much as with the water to the east turn to see the extinguished disappeared remembered to bloom to Tantalum, the flower thing ...... left the memory is just a ground petals ...... When the wind blows away, it's gone ...... That night, 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 as red as blood You're rushing through the water of the Mirror Pond in Heavenly Mountain and I'm rushing through the water of the Yellow Springs of the Underworld At that moment, I fell in love with you I'm in love with you There's no escape from my life and I'll wait for 3,000 days for you to grow old and I'll fall in love You've come to the ferry. When I come to the crossing, the dark river is rushing by, and I smile at you, and the bowl of Momba soup is empty, and you step onto the bridge, and your heart is as quiet as water, and your heart is as heavy as a stone, and I close the branches of the flowers, and my heart aches, and my heart dies, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart dies, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart dies, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart aches, and my heart dies. It grows on the shores of the Yellow Springs and you may not think it's the most beautiful flower, but it's certainly the most sentimental, and it's been accompanied by myths all its life. The flowers bloom, and the sound of Orpheus's lyre haunts them, and a fog rises, and its red color burns their tears, and they blossom into a thousand-year old fog, which evokes longing for them. The arrow shot by Artemis, a moment of helplessness, of regret, of joy, of parting, was stilled, and then ended, spattering wounds that would not heal for a thousand years, and now, the flowers will bloom again, and the mist, the vows, the wounds, will be intertwined, and it will be waiting for someone else. 1. 1. My world cools down, and then goes out, and when the darkness starts to show, it's the end of the journey, and 2. 2. 2. In the midst of the darkness, if there's no light, there's no way to talk, and 3. 2. 2. 2. 3. Like a seed that the wind blew away, I think I'm lost, and 4. 2. 4, like a ship in the dark, I think I can't get to the shore 5, yet time and space still shine brightly, like a lighthouse, guiding me slowly to the other side, and the starry sky doesn't have your splendor, the blossoming of blossoming flowers on the other side of the river 6, walking along the desolate riverbanks, the ecstasy of life, in this moment, I'm surprised at the light on the other side of the river, and I'm almost mistaken to think that the world began at this moment, when the boundary between life and death was crossed, and the fire-like blossoms stretched out on the other side of the river, and 7, in the end, suddenly forgetting what it's really like to be on this side. At the end of the day, I suddenly forget how it all began, I light the torch of blood on the other side, I take out the time that has disappeared, I read it, and everything gushes out like a mountain spring under the fragrance of the other side. 8 Life goes from beauty to death, and it is written on the other side, in the form of a poem, the life that passes by so quickly, all of which are in a hurry and blurred, and only in the moment when I look back, I can understand it, and I can see the other side in this moment. 9 The moment of looking back, time stops, the sky is full of floating clouds, and the world is full of them. The floating clouds that fill the sky finally merge into a river.
2. This shore of youth, the poetry of the years on the other shore, I only have part, please add
not ever started to write, the sadness has been scattered all over the place, cool but the vicissitudes of life, a paper youth who wasted who, the years blew away the youth, whether or not even with our heart also blew up the wrinkles.
Youth as water, change Mo Qian, ultimately can not beat the ravages of the years, why youth to us to leave what kind of shackles finally still cauldron extinguished in the years of wear and tear;
Youth as wine, half a cup of dust, submerged in a lot of the years of resentment, a paper away from the thoughts, between the light, aged our faces, youth touched the broken in the flow of years in the bruised;
Youth as a song, should rhyme and rise, the spinning dance of the youth, the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the youth of the world. Should rhyme and rise, spinning notes hooked trembling soul, a song, after the sound of the aftermath, still wearing down our passion, but we are maturing and blooming oddballs;
Youth, no longer in March, the beams of spring flowers full of branches, falling scattered blowing zero fragrance overflowing, no longer in June, the heat of the sun light to escape from, the fire of the delicate brush sleeves falling branches, not the September chrysanthemums smile sweetly, drink not all the chrysanthemums evening breeze, not a thousand miles of confused windows, not a thousand years, not a thousand miles of the window. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The years have blown down the sideburns of youth, but the wind can't weather the memories, and the wheel of the years can't carry the youth mourning. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The expectation of the falling leaves return to the roots of the last is still reduced to nothing, really dust did not leave traces, so in the years of gradual progress, only youth in the years of the fingers crossed by chance left behind the vicissitudes of life.
The youthful heart of the order is so in the years to fade away, so that the original is not brilliant life in the ripples of the years slowly moving, so one day we became the audience, laughing at others interpretation of the blossoms and falls of the play, but forgot that they have played the protagonist in the movie. If you are a good person, you will be able to get the best out of the movie, and you will be able to get the best out of the movie, and you will be able to get the best out of the movie.
Stepping on the voyage of youth, sometimes by the foot of the sudden "explosion" torn into the light of the floating dust particles, penetrating the haze, the youth will be in the curling smoke away, and the years have become a silent greeting, whether it's sadness or sorrow, in the Shaohua time, we will all be recklessly attached to the The future, lamenting those heartbreaking past, looking forward to those dreaming of the future. Perhaps we can not retain the figure of youth away, we can not resist the pace of youth away, we can not trace the trajectory of youth, so when the youth away from us far away, we should always struggle, with a strong soul to hold on to the spine we have not bent. Perhaps we have endured in the youth of the widowhood and the ups and downs, perhaps we have touched in the youth of the melancholy and sadness, perhaps we are in the youth of the obsession and sadness, but the youth of the "left hand" is the passing years, "right hand" is the source of the struggle, and the years of the The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Blow up the horn of struggle, dusk before sunset, we smile together to taste the youth of the sentimental, even if we can not blame the finger seam too wide time is too thin, but at least in the quiet of the night we will also remember the life of the bone once dipped in the sadness, time and light can not circle thoughts can not circle the memories of the paper of the youth, we are in a lost in the reading, perhaps many people are concerned about your high fly high, but few care about you fly tired. I'm not sure if I'm tired of it or not. Light hold the heart, quiet promise, with the struggle, hold up the sails of youth.
When the youth of the quiet only lonely, we should not bet a hand, with the struggle as our happiness chips?
The memory of life can not be erased with the flow of time due to our unwillingness to choose to live in the walking dead, in the silence of the autumn months, when the memory of the wet once again stained the West Lake song, when the hazy moonlight once again floating in the frequent passers-by alienated in the color, whether it is remembered that youth has been with you side by side of your comrades in arms, whether it remembered that you have been and you argue with your friends, whether it is remembered that there was an ally of the fight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
There is a lot of time in such a reminiscence of precipitation, there are a lot of years we had to keep forever, there are a lot of tomorrow can not carry a good wish, because the youth is no longer, the reflection in the ground between the lonely shadow polished into a crystalline lily bloom in the wounds, and time to fulfill its duty to dry up the heart of the pain.
A paper youth, laughing at the clouds and blossoms, look at the messy red flew through the past, leaving all the way warm, occasionally, we smile sweetly, buried flowers into the mud people slightly drunk;
A paper youth, the commitment can not afford the time, the wheel returned to the vicissitudes of life, the fingers of the smoke and clouds, the flamboyance of the fleeting, occasionally, we lament can be returned to the memory of the past, but return to the time;
A paper youth, the blurring of clear eyes, corrosive, and the blurred, the blurred, the blurring of the eyes, the blurring of the eyes, the blurring of the eyes.
A paper youth, blurring the clear eyes, corrosion of the sharp edges, the corners of the eyes remnants of the hope, by chance, we climbed the fence in the years, expectations entangled in the past and the unknown.
Laughing and talking, the youth walk, a paper youth, who wasted who, who is lost in the youthful journey of this expectant struggle?
Mandalas --- [Song] Chen and Yi, my nursery is not ordinary, and the green is covered with a jade room. The winds of autumn do not dare to blow, so I thought it was the fragrance of heaven. The autumn wind does not dare to blow, so I think it is a heavenly fragrance. The smoke is bewitching the dream of money, and the dew is intoxicating the makeup of lotus flowers. At the same time, the moon shines low. Flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, and leaves never fall. Karma is destined to die in one life, and the fate of the past life is on the stone of the three lives. The flowers and the leaves are in the wrong place, waiting for a thousand years on the bridge of Nai Nai. The Mona's bowl of soup goes into the stomach, and it is difficult to forget love on the banks of the Three Ways River.
(2) There are flowers on the other side of the river, but there is no relationship between the flowers and the leaves. The river of forgetfulness is a river of faint waves, and the gap between the other side and the shore is a heavenly one. The fire will light up the road, and the karma of the past life will be scattered. I wish that my heart would die and my love would die. I'll never see you again.
(3)
The Yellow Springs is on the other side of the river, and the flowers have been blooming for a thousand years. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The flowers on the other side of the bank bloomed outside the end of the world, heartbreak love is difficult again. The west wind is cool alone, the east wind can not be picked.
4. about the flowers on the other side of the poem, poetry, poetry in the scripturesBuddhist scriptures: "The flowers on the other side of the river, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death."
The Buddha said:
The Sanskrit word Borobudur
This cloud goes to the other shore
Understanding the meaning of departure from birth and death
Abiding in the realm of birth and death rise
As water has waves
That is called this shore
Departure from the realm of no birth and death
As the water is always circulating
That is called the other shore
There are the realms of birth and death
This shore
is the shore of transcendental life and death
is the shore of Nirvana
Buddha says that the other shore
is free of birth and death
free of suffering and sorrow
free of desire and desire
is a world of bliss where one forgets all suffering and misery
and that there is a flower
beyond the three realms of the world.
Beyond the three realms
Not among the five elements
Born on the other side of the weak water
Stemless and leafless
Splendid and scarlet
The Buddha said that it was a flower of the other side of the river
When the flower blooms on the other side of the river
It is only a mass of fiery red;
There is no flower without leaves
The leaf begets
We miss each other, but we can't see each other,
we are alone on the other shore.
(Note: The River of Three Paths is also known as the "River of Three Paths". Legend has it that the river is the boundary between the realm of the living and the realm of the dead. The river is called the "Three Ways" because the water flows slowly, normally, and rapidly, depending on the behavior of the deceased during their lifetime.
Flowers bloom on the other side of the river
Before the Bridge of Naihe, there is a river of forgetfulness
The water of forgetfulness under the Lookout Tower
The stone of the Three Lives sells the Mona
Nirvana and the Devil are in love with the Devil
Floating life is like a dream of a wasted dream
The rest of our lives are spent dancing in the sun and the moon
A white horse flies through the gap, and the great wind sings
5.
The Yellow Springs - Forgetting the River By: Forgetting the River The soul is haunted by the river of the three paths, only pitying the flowers on the other side of the shore; two lives are lost, and the thought of each other is lost forever.
Drinking water from the River of Forgetfulness, I don't know the broken hearted person; I can't help the bridge of Naihe, the edge of the broken lookout platform.
The flowers on the other side of the river have become a sea, and this place is empty.
The stone of the Three Lives is carved, and the bowl of Mona's soup; we were not together in our past lives, and we are not destined to be together in this life. This Life By: Deng Jiming I walked to the Yellow Springs Road and stepped on the Naiho Bridge; I saw the River of Forgetfulness again, and I met at Wangxiangtai.
A bowl of Mona's soup was carved on the stone of the Three Lives; we were not together in our past lives, and there is no destiny for us in this life. The souls of the dead are on the bridge of Naiho, remembering their past lives.
The red dust is forgotten under the Mona's soup, and I hope that I won't meet you in the next life.
There is no right or wrong in front of the stone of the third life. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie.
The white hair came and went, and a song of madness fell by the side of the wine. (Qinyuanchun Liu Chenweng) Sensibility has not yet been combined with the stone of the three lifetimes, and Soya cheerfully engine nine turns of gold. The sun is setting, and the grass is full of color.
Since the heart alliance re-defined, will be the divine fellowship, with the abode of my true.
The smoky trees are black and the wild grass is green.
The smoke is dark and the grass is green. The returning birds are still tired, and the sad whistle can't bear to hear.
The dragon's horse, the leopard's horse, is a dream on the stone of the three lives. I dreamed on the stone of the third life, and the music of the sky was singing on my side.
(Sub-hymn Zhang Yuzhi Kaiyuan Temple and the painting wall and Jane Li Desu Huang Tingjian) The dream on the stone of three lifetimes, remembering is to repeat the doubt.
The fisherman has forgotten the road under the mountain, and the immortals visit the boat at the top of the mountain. The moon and the stars are all in a line of sky.
For my drunkenness, I call out to the infinite; I am tired of lying down and watching the clouds and smoke.
I have forgotten to greet my guests, and I am a white man in a group.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in the world, and I've never seen a movie in the world.
The winds of the bamboo are also happy with me, and I am in a state of mourning until the end of the day.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie in which I've had a chance to be a part of the show.
The first thing I want to do is to get rid of all the smoke, and the second thing I want to do is to get rid of all the old stuff. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to do it right.
The first time I saw this, I asked for a drop of water to wash the stone of three lifetimes.
In the second life, the rock was broken, and the bridge of marriage was set up, and the lovebirds flew in pairs. The third time the jade burned, swore to keep the golden jade alliance, life and death will always follow each other.
The first line is: "Three lives on the stone, three lives in front of the temple".
The next couplet: three love affairs round three life, three love love three life.
The crossword: "Three lifetimes of love and inseparable *** three lifetimes, karma is not extinguished love three lifetimes three lifetimes of stone three lifetimes of stone by: Higurashi three lifetimes of stone looking at three lifetimes of the river and the moon across the water year after year. I was once a guest of the celestial family of immortals, but only with the river flow without trace.
Don't come to the spring moon countless mountains, spring river has water spring river weeping. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that.
I look at the distant mountains and count the flowers, the distant mountains look at me as if it is rare. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me.
The Golden Crow is only nameless, and the soul is as light as the sweat of the hair. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
It's hard to say that the red leaves are good for lovemaking, but it's hard to carry the words of countless lovemaking thoughts. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The poor white clouds in the mountains are deep, and there is no sound, no hate, no heart. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Three lifetimes on the stone of the three lifetimes, the bottom of the matter years do not see return? The wind is the only thing that can make the three stones, and we can't recognize each other in life.
The egrets are talking to each other with their beaks and kissing each other with their necks. The first one is the one with the most important thing in the world, and the second one is the one with the most important thing in the world.
The two of them are flying high, looking at the Wushan Mountain, which is far away from the clouds and rain. The maple leaves are as red as fire, and the two of them are crying out to each other and hiding in the autumn trees.
At sunset, the two of them are perched on the river, and their feathers are as fine as brocade and as white as snow. The two of them have been in the same place for a long time, but they have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time.
The two eyes stare at each other for a long time, and the river and the stone have the spirit of remembering the three lives. The water of the river is blue and the mountains are green, and the water of Bashan and Shushu is full of spiritual energy.
The Ba man's hand is made of reed, and the Ba woman's voice is like water. The girl sings on the back of a cow, and the man blows on the bamboo leaves.
The youngest of the two, they have not been able to get the plum, and since childhood, they have been herding cows and going back together. The two of them are the same as the two flying birds in the sky, and they are the same as the two branches in the stone.
Bashan is far away and there are fewer people in the area. I have made a vow to the heavens that I will never leave you.
The father of the family has been looking for a good son-in-law for his daughter. The first thing I want to do is to get married to a woman from Ba Mountain, but she will never leave us.
The dream of the lovebirds was shattered by the thunder, and they knelt in front of the door and begged. The first thing I want to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house.
The two of them are not going to be able to fly together in life, but they are going to be able to live with each other in the next life. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
The autumn rain in Bashan is as fine as a weave, and the leaves of the wutong have fallen on the lonely geese. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life.
In the coming year, I will have a new brother at home, and he will look like a broken soul. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The past life is a long time ago, but the present life is a long time ago. The first thing you need to do is to get the best of both worlds, and you'll be able to get the best of both worlds," he said.
I would like to see the two birds continue their relationship, but I don't want to hold a lonely pillow. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The river is empty, and the soul is not in the water. The first time I saw a pair of herons on the river, they were circling around the rock.
Low flying and low singing about the three lives, shocking the sky and crying the three lives of love. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the skin and the texture of the skin, and the color of the skin.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the way, and you'll be able to do it in a few minutes. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that.
A river, the name of oblivion, overflowing bleak. A Naihe, bearing the forgetfulness of the river.
A bowl of Mengbo soup, can forget this life for the next. A stone, standing on the shore of the river of forgetfulness, called the three lives.
A well, indicating the afterlife. A familiar figure, gladly jumped down.
A reincarnation, the next life, for whom? A face, the next life, confused.
The clear wind does not change the suspicion of Yuan Ze, the quality is difficult to carve the letter Li Yuan. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
I am ashamed to have been visited from afar by the deceased, but this body, though different in nature, has always existed. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
I don't know who I was in my past life, and why I was in this life! The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've been doing.
Youth, such as water, change Moqian, ultimately can not beat the ravages of the years, why youth to us to leave what kind of shackles finally still cauldron extinguished in the years of grinding; Youth, such as wine, half a cup of dust, submerged in a lot of years in the resentment, a note of thoughts, between the light, the old our faces, the youth touched the broken in the flow of years in the bruises; Youth, such as the song, should be rhymed with the rise of the notes of the spinning and dancing to hook the trembling soul, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song, a song. Youth is like a song, should rhyme and rise, spinning notes hooked trembling soul, a song, after the sound of the aftermath, still wearing down our passion, but we are maturing and blossoming; Youth, is no longer a March beam spring flowers full of branches, falling scattered blowing zero fragrance overflowing, no longer the June heat of the sunshine to escape, the fire of the delicate brush sleeves falling branches, not the September chrysanthemums smiling sweetly, drink not all the chrysanthemums in the evening wind, but not the thousands of miles of the blank window is not yet known. The years have blown down the sideburns of youth, but the wind can not weather the memory, the wheel of the years can not carry the youth mournful.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie, and then I saw the movie. The expectation of the falling leaves return to the roots of the last is still reduced to nothing, really dust did not leave a trace, so in the years of gradual progress, only youth in the years of the fingers crossed by chance left behind the vicissitudes of life.
The youthful heart of the order is so in the years to fade away, so that the original is not brilliant life in the ripples of the years slowly moving, so one day we became the audience, laughing at others interpretation of the blossom and fall of the play, but forgot that he had played the main character in the movie. If you are a good person, you will be able to get the best out of the movie, and you will be able to get the best out of the movie, and you will be able to get the best out of the movie.
Stepping on the voyage of youth, sometimes by the foot of the sudden "explosion" torn into the light of the floating dust particles, penetrating the haze, the youth will be in the curling smoke away, and the years have become a silent greeting, whether it's sadness or grief, in the Shaohua time, we will all be recklessly attached to the The future, lamenting those heartbreaking past, looking forward to those dreaming of the future. Perhaps we can not retain the youth away from the figure, we can not resist the youth away from the pace, we can not trace the trajectory of youth, so when the youth away from us far away, we should always struggle, with a strong soul to hold on to the spine we have not bent.
Perhaps we have endured in the youth of the widowhood and the ups and downs, perhaps we have touched in the youth of the despair and sadness, perhaps we are in the youth of the obsession and sadness, but the youth of the "left hand" is the passing of years, "right hand" is the source of struggle, and the years of the years, the youth of the "right hand" is the source of the struggle. And the wheel of the years is still ultimately obliterated by reality. Blow up the horn of struggle, dusk before sunset, we smiled together to taste the youth of the sentimental, even if we can not blame the finger seams too wide time is too thin, but at least in the quiet of the night we will remember the life of the bone once dipped in the sadness, time and light can not circle thoughts circle can not remember, a paper youth, we are in a lost in the reading, perhaps many people are concerned about your high fly high or not, but few people care about your fly tired or not.
Grip the heart, quiet promise, with the struggle, hold up the sails of youth. When the youth of the quiet only lonely, we should not bet a hand, with the struggle as our happy chips? The memory of life can not be erased with the flow of time due to our unwillingness to choose to live in the walking dead, in the silence of the autumn moon, when the memory of the wet once again stained the West Lake of the song, when the hazy moonlight once again floating in the frequent passers-by alienated in the color of the gods, whether it remembers the youth and you have been alongside your comrades, whether it remembers and you argued with your debating friends, whether it remembers and you have been fighting for the alliance. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what you are doing and what you are doing.
There is a lot of time in such a reminiscence of precipitation, there are a lot of years we had to keep forever, there are a lot of tomorrow can not bear the good wishes, due to the youth is no longer, reflection in the ground between the lonely shadow polished into a crystal lily blooming in the wounds, and time is to fulfill its duty to dry up the heart of the pain. A piece of paper youth, laugh at the clouds rolled clouds Shu blossom and fall, look at the chaos of red flew over a thousand years ago, leaving all the way warm, occasionally, we smile sweetly, burying flowers into the mud people slightly drunk; a piece of paper youth, can not afford the time, the wheel returned to the vicissitudes of life, finger smoke cloud, flashy fleeting, occasionally, we lamented can be returned to remember the past, but can not be returned to the beginning; a piece of paper youth, blurring of the clear eyes, corrosion of the sharp edges of the corner of the eye residual The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Laughing, youth walk, a paper youth, who wasted who, who is lost in the youthful journey of this expectant struggle?
7. What are the verses about the "flowers on the other side"Brahmana
This cloud is on the other side
Understanding the meaning of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
The origin of the word "away"
that is called the other shore
The realm of birth and death
is called this shore
The realm of transcendental birth and death
is called the other shore
It is the other shore of nirvana
The Buddha says that the other shore
is free of birth and death
is free of misery and sorrow
is free of desires and demands
is a place where we forget all sorrows and sufferings
is free of desire and desire
is the place where we forget all sorrows and suffering
It is a world of bliss where all sorrows are forgotten
And there is a flower
Beyond the three realms
Outside the five elements
Born on the other side of the weak water
Stemless and leafless
Brilliantly scarlet
The Buddha said it was a flower of the other side
The other side of the world is in bloom
And when it blooms there is only a blaze of red;
And when it blooms there is only a blaze of red;
It is only a blaze of red.
When the flower blooms on the other shore, it is only a mass of red fire;
The flower blooms without a leaf,
The leaf is born without a flower;
We miss each other, but we can't see each other;
We are alone on the other shore.
There are four flowers in the sky, the rain of heaven, the mandala, the mahamantra, the manjushava, and the mahamanshaha.
At that time, the sky rained Mandala Hua. Mahamandala. Manjushri. Mahamanshaha, Mahamanshaha. And they were scattered over the Buddha and all the people.
- Dharma Flower Sutra, Volume 1
Flowers on the other shore
Forever blossoming on the other shore
The heart on this shore
Only on this shore is wandering
How many things are in the air
All in the wind and the rain
How many earthly dreams
All in the water
How many dreams in the sky
How many dreams in the air
How many dreams in the world
How many dreams in the sky
That night, 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 as red as blood
You're rushing through the water of the Mirror Pond on Tianshan Mountain
I'm rushing through the Yellow Springs in the underworld
At that moment
I fell in love with you
There's no escape from my destiny
I'll wait for 3,000 days for the stars to turn
I'll still fall in love with you when you finally grow old
You've come to the crossing point
There's a river of darkness ahead
It's churning in the dark water
You're throwing a smile on my face
The bowl of Mumbai Soup is empty
You're stepping on the Bridge of Desolation
You're stepping on the bridge to the Nai Ho. I'm on the Bridge of Naho
My heart is as quiet as water
My heart is as heavy as a stone
I'm closing the branches of the flowers
My heart is broken
My heart is dead
I can't forget the fragrance of the flowers
I can't forget the bitter soup
I'm still alive
I don't have a soul, only a body
but I insist on loving you
I'm still alive
I don't have a soul, only a body
but I insist on loving you.
At that moment, I fell in love with you and there was no escape
There was no escape
I'll wait for three thousand days and the stars will change
I'll still fall in love with you when you're old
Immortal Sword and Chivalry cover of the flowers on the other side of the river--
Name of song: Immortal Sword and Chivalry cover of the flowers on the other side of the river. (Lonely singing version)
Lyrics:
The flower on the other side [Fei Chong]
The flower on the other side, also known as Manzhushahua, is generally considered to be the flower of attraction that grows by the river of the Three Ways.
The flower on the other side of the river is the flower that blooms on the other side of the river.
You can't see the leaves when the flower is blooming,
You can't see the flower when there are leaves.
The flower and leaves don't meet each other, and they are wrong for each other.
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That day the long sword fell from my hand
I left and you missed me there
Forget me and you won't be in pain any more
But you are so persistent
Look at the flowers on the other side of the river, a piece of red like fire
Obviously they are growing together, but they miss the leaves
I used to say that the most important thing in the world is to be able to see the leaves, but not the leaves.
You've guarded me for thousands of years, but you won't tell me
You've always been mine, and I've always been yours
Look at the flowers blooming on the other side of the river, quietly red as fire
The fragrance of the flowers brings back memories, reminding me of the promises I made once
Look at the flowers blooming on the other side of the river, and softly I walk by
The next time I appear in front of you, it's a completely strange silhouette
The next time I appear before you, it's a completely strange silhouette.
You see the flowers blooming on the other side of the river are as red as fire
Originally, love is so deep, why do I forget it again and again
You see the flowers blooming on the other side of the river are as red as fire
It is always remembered that those who should be said have not yet been said
You see the flowers blooming on the other side of the river are as red as fire
You look at the eyes of the lonely, and my heart aches a little bit to break
I am not sure what to say.
You see the flowers blooming on the other side of the river are as red as fire
I just left again and again and didn't even give you a hug
You're always mine, but I'm not
I can't help it, but I'm drifting in the cycle
I'm watching the flowers and the leaves blossom together over and over again
The flowers bloomed on the other side of the river, and then they fell