Rosebuds are blooming again, and the same beautiful fragrance as that year. The light spots of rosebuds under the fence, fluttering, with a strong sadness. Close your eyes, slightly dazed, deep in the memory, you smile lips than this flower sweet.
The sun gradually sank to the west, behind the dark distant mountains, it sprayed countless beams of light to the sky, as if the golden trumpet sounded in unison in the sky. Later, it finally sank, and the orange-red streaming sunlight colored the entire Rosebud Valley. A few tired birds throwing themselves into the forest flapped their wings in the haze, looking like paper cutouts. Nearby, on the hilltops, a few foraging foxes, too, were returning to their dens in the gullies.?
The sunlight is fading, and the sky and earth are turning gray. Lonely mountain wind, has gently blowing.
At the end of spring, the rosebuds bloomed, red, white, yellow, deep purple, pink, the flowers are brilliant, reflecting the canyon. Just after a spring rain, the petals are still stained with bright water droplets, wet aroma, rising from the canyon, flowing in the air.?The sun gradually sank in the west, and behind the dark, distant mountains, it shot countless beams of light into the sky, as if golden horns were blaring in unison across the heavens. Later, it finally sank, and the orange-red streaming sunlight colored the entire Rosebud Valley. A few tired birds casting forests flapped their wings in the haze, looking like paper cutouts. Nearby, on the hilltops, a few foraging foxes, too, were returning to their dens in the gullies.?
The sunlight is fading, and the sky and earth are turning gray. Lonely mountain wind, has gently blowing. Alfalfa: There is a lot of farmland, and this is about two acres of land planted with alfalfa to feed the livestock. The ground grows some unknown weeds, there is more than one person high, because of the absorption of the nutrients of the ground, showing a vigorous vitality. Summer night, the moon is bright in the sky, can see the alfalfa field blooming bowl flower, dandelion and some unknown wildflower projections, the wind swept, swaying; occasionally there will be a few sparrows fluttering wings from the grass, far from stopping on the stalks of the field, seems to be examining what, and then leisurely on the ground looking for food to eat, the sound of the distant machine wells pumping stopped, suddenly the night is quiet, but there is still a sound ringing, it seems to be a kind of sound. A sound is ringing, seems to be alfalfa in the pulling children, and as if the insects in the bite, hold your breath for a long time, it is the body of the heart beating sound, the sound of this will bring people into the primitive nature, into the ancient flood, feel the totem of life.
The night is mysterious, and so produces tantalizingly sweet love. About a meter away from the ground, the branches of the barren grass was set aside, two black shadows flashed in one after the other, with the grass branches closed, a hungry hand holding another hungry hand, instantly ten fingers glued together, heat quickly passed between the two, flow ...... the sky drifted over a floating cloud, covering the moon, a special smell and with the moaning of insects , intertwined with the earth's gasp, unbridled release, to be dead a few times and lived a few times. Everything is calm again.
Because of this open alfalfa field, this exuberant grass, people show their primitive nature, as if beyond the limitations of time and space, accumulated a thousand years of waiting, through the suffering, leaving behind the tired, just for the sake of tonight's meeting.
A gust of wind blew away the floating clouds, the moon coyly reveals the round face, between heaven and earth, that piece of dark green fertile alfalfa ground intertwined with two lines of footprints, stained with night dew. Reflecting a silvery light, cool and striking. The Flower of the Other Side: Legend has it that, long, long ago, the edges of the city were covered with great swathes of the flower of the Other Side, or Manzanita. The scent of its flowers has a magical power to remind people of their past lives.
The guardians of the flowers on the other side of the river were two demonic spirits, a flower demon called Manju and a leaf demon called Shahua.
They have been guarding the flowers on the other side of the river for thousands of years, but they have never seen each other, because when the flowers bloom, you can't see the leaves when the flowers bloom, and you can't see the flowers when there are leaves, and the flowers and the leaves don't see each other, and they are wrong for each other in life.
They miss each other madly and are tortured by this pain.
Finally, one day, they decided to go against God's rules to meet secretly once.
That year, the red-colored flowers of Manjushri were set off by the eye-catching green color, and bloomed with extraordinarily bewitching beauty.
God blamed down, which is to be expected.
Manju and Shahua were sent to reincarnation and were cursed to never be together, and to be afflicted on earth for the rest of their lives.
From then on, Manju Shahua was also called the flower of the other shore, which means the flower that opens in the heavenly realm, and the shape of the flower is like a palm praying to the heaven, but it never appeared in the city again.
This kind of flower is blooming in the Yellow Springs Road, Manju and Shahua every reincarnation in the Yellow Springs Road smell the fragrance of the flowers on the other side of the river can remember the previous life of their own, and then swore not to be separated, and in the next life and then fell into the cursed cycle of reincarnation.
The language of the flowers of the other side of the Hua is mournful memories ......