1. Poems about Naihe Bridge, Flowers on the Other Shore, Sanshengshi, and Wangchuan River
The road on Naihe Bridge is Naihe,
Don’t cross the Wangchuan River whether right or wrong.
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There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone,
Meeting Po Meng by the Wangxiang Terrace.
Flowers on the other shore
Thousands of green trees, maples slanting in the evening, < /p>
A river of sadness slowly passed through his blue eyes.
On the banks of the Santu River, Ling Cangbo is full of beads like smoke, but without leaves, they attract the soul.
The wandering soul lingers, the horizon moves away,
It is difficult to sleep under the fire, and the good dreams follow the underworld.
Lingering in the dim light, looking at the moon and murmuring, my thoughts are swallowed up. "Three Lives Stone"
Looking at the Three Lives Stone, the flowing water flows across the river every year.
I was once a guest of immortals from the Heavenly Family, but I just followed the river without leaving any trace.
Farewell to the spring moon, there are countless mountains, and there is water in the spring river.
The spring rivers and mountains and rivers cannot comfort me, the spring moon is boundless and graceful in the sky.
I look at the mountains in the distance, and the mountains in the distance seem to look at me dimly.
The flowing fire of the Golden Crow has no name, but the soul is so light with sweat.
When the autumn wind comes, the leaves fall, and the autumn wind blows away the leaves.
There is no way that the red leaves make me miss lovesickness so much that it’s hard to describe the countless lovesicknesses.
The flying snow seems to be waiting for you, and the falling red flowers are no one to pick them up.
Cangshan is pitiful, the white clouds are deep, and the emotions are silent and heartless.
It is not easy to die and live again, especially if the spring breeze is another night.
There are three fates on the three-life stone, but the truth is that we don’t see each other again every year?
Only today’s wind is used as a stone for three lives, and we look at each other without knowing each other for life. I hope that the rocks of Three Lives and One Life will come out and turn into a hero's tomb, and the love will be indestructible. In the second generation, the rock is broken, the bridge of marriage is crossed, and the mandarin ducks fly in pairs. After three lifetimes of burning jade, I vowed to keep the golden and jade alliance, which will be with me forever in life and death. 2. What are the poems about Naihe Bridge, Bianhua, Sanshengshi and Wangchuan River?
1. "Sanshengshi", Tang Dynasty Xiumu
Who will get the holy relics, and wander around every time they arrive. If one is not yet available, where will the third come from?
The dew drops are cold at night, and the wild clouds are cloudy during the day. It should be a sign of miraculousness, and you can guess everything.
2. "Reward Zhang Xianggong's Meeting and Posting" by Guan Xiu, Tang Dynasty
Zhou Lang embraced his close friends and always loved the mountain monk. I don’t know where the grass rests when I close my house.
I am incompetent and can only live in the depths of the mountain. If Gantong is not combined with the three birthstones, it will be graceful and elegant, and it will hold up the nine-turn gold.
But like Xiao and Jiang in the previous dynasty, the old monk Feng Xue also found each other.
3. "Three Poems from Jingzhu to Monk Da Chan's Disciple" by Qi Ji in the Tang Dynasty
Seventy-three years have passed since the electric shock, and the teeth have become weak and the energy has been depressed. Who said that there is a saying that is spread all over the world?
I feel ashamed and have no intention to send it to Lingnan. I wash my breath in the morning and feel like I'm in the market, and I cook the incense in the evening and remember the falling cloud pool.
Those on the adjacent peak road should snap their fingers; moss peeling vines wrap around the old stone niche.
Fifteen years ago, I met Huxi and came to the west after Bailianzhai. Although my faith has changed during the war,
Wu Chulu’s soul will never be lost. Huang Ye Yu once realized with me that I am close to the blue clouds.
Reminiscing about the remnants of spring, a cuckoo crows on the bank of Jingjiang River.
A monk from Heling came to talk to you in detail, but it was hard to follow the noble path before. I threw three stones from Nanyue.
There are several clouds near the west mountain. When Dan visited Ge Hong, there was no old stove, and there were poems about searching for spirits.
Don’t regard separation as separation, and your heart will be like a few empty parts.
4. "Flowers on the Other Shore"
Thousands of green trees, the maples slanting at dusk,
A river of melancholy, blue eyes slowly passing by.
On the banks of the Santu River, Ling Cangbo is full of beads like smoke, but without leaves, they attract the soul.
The wandering soul lingers, the horizon moves away, the fire shines hard to sleep, and the good dreams follow the underworld.
Lingering in the dim light, looking at the moon and murmuring, my thoughts are swallowed up.
5. "Naihe Bridge"
The road on Naihe Bridge is Naihe, right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River.
There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and I meet Po Meng beside the gazebo.
6. "Qinyuanchun" Liu Chenweng, Song Dynasty
There are two paths to becoming a Buddha and reborn in heaven.
Looking at the second and third elders, I vaguely see how many newcomers are on my list, and how many are young and old. We meet each other on the purple road, we walk alone in the green mountains, we lean on our sticks and listen to the sound of cranes and the spring. It lasts for hundreds of years, but it is rare when you are a child, and it remains the same when you are old.
My oxen no longer plow the fields. The rain is slippery and the mud is deep and free of whipping. Sighing on the waves for ten years, how can I make up for the long time? On the stone of three lives, there are all kinds of no luck. The white hair comes, the beauty goes, and a wild song falls beside the wine. Who is like me, like an official slave who came from the country, who is a saint and a Zen monk. 3. Poems about the underworld and flowers on the other side, the more the merrier
Flowers on the other side --- poems 1. The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, never to be seen again.
Cause and effect determine life and death, and the Three Life Stones are destined to live in the past. The flowers and leaves are growing in opposite directions, but they have been waiting on the bridge for thousands of years.
Po Meng had a bowl of soup in her belly, and it was hard to forget her love by the riverside of Santu River. 2. There are flowers on the other shore, but there is no connection between the flowers and the leaves.
The waves of Wangchuan River are faint, and there is a natural chasm between the other side and the shore. The road to the fire is long, and the cause and effect of the past life and this life are scattered.
I wish to mourn my heart, my emotions, and my sorrow. The flowers and leaves drift away and I don’t see you again.
3. The yellow spring shines on the other side, and the flowers bloom for a thousand years. Love is not cause and effect, and leaves will fall for thousands of years.
4. Flowers on the other side of the river, flowers of forgetfulness, flowers fall on the other side of the forgetfulness of love. The flower of the other shore, the flower of the devil, has long been forgotten.
Flowers on the other shore, flowers in the water moon mirror, the shadows of flowers in the mirror are long. The flower of the other shore, the flower of the purple road, does not touch the rolling world.
The flower of the other shore, the flower of the underworld, has fallen into the blue sky with slender leaves. The flower of the other shore, the flower of the desert dust, the remnant of a dream that goes against one's wishes.
The flower of the other shore, the flower of reincarnation, is an everlasting flower. The flower of the other shore, the flower of dream and sorrow, the infinite flower of Tianxin’s smile.
5. The flower of the other shore, the sorrow of the past life. Naihe Bridge is the link of this life.
Like blood, like fire, dancing in sorrow. Forgotten, forgotten, reborn in despair.
Confused, I saw the fiery red scene ahead. Lost, I caught a glimpse of the Naihe Bridge around me.
Confusion, despair, abandonment, rebirth. We just walk like this, with the loss of life and the passage of time. As we walk, we realize that we have reached the end, or our souls have turned into a piece of fiery red, or we have lost everything in this life and been reborn.
Pick off a Bianhua flower and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. The dark world, either leaving or returning.
The flower of the other shore, the other shore, is beyond sight and beyond reach, how sad it is; Naihe Bridge, no matter what, it will be left behind no matter how reluctant it is, how helpless it is. Squatting down, touching the flowers on the other side, turning my head sideways, observing the Naihe Bridge.
Past life, this life, a sad and desperate world, is it nostalgia? Is it discarded? Staring at the darkness of this world, leaving a drop of cold tears, or holding a trace of reluctance. All of this can only be chosen by ourselves, or we cannot choose by ourselves.
6. Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called the other side flower.
It is the memory of the past life; it is also the testimony of the coming time. Walking on the Naihe Bridge, you can see the faint ancient lamps and worn-out bronze mirrors.
The past between her and him has long been engraved on the Sansheng Stone. The flower demon Manzhu and the leaf demon Shahua will never meet again.
So, what about them? After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, everything in front of me disappeared. On the road to the underworld, flowers like blood are blooming.
The fragrance of flowers on the other side awakens the memory of the past. In my mind, a confused figure and a lone star passed by.
Put your hands together, close your eyes, and go back to the past together. As if nothing has changed, in front of the Santu River, looking back, the flowers and leaves are speechless.
7. Flowers on the Other Shore The rain and dew wet the moss, but there are still purple flowers blooming. On the stone steps, the beauty never came.
I think the bright moon is there, but the bright moon is hidden in the mist. Looking up at the sloping path, I feel like I am passing through.
I am in love with the other shore, and everything is in my arms. The flowers and leaves are never seen, they bloom in the wrong life.
The blue sky is full of nothingness, and the three roads are separated by the sky. The flowers are broken into pieces and buried in the fire, and the leaves are accompanied by feelings.
In a quiet place, I looked into the sky, and I never listened to my thoughts about the beautiful woman. Faintly leaving the song, the rain falls all over the city, the falling flowers dye the sky, and the long and bright red erodes the road.
It seems that the dragon's claw flowers are blooming, and the Three Ways of Forgotten River appears in Nancheng. Go up to a tall building alone to listen to the sound of rain, raise a glass to invite the shadows and reminisce about old feelings.
Drunk and patting the bronze bell, I fell into the rivers and lakes and my eyes were full of tears. I also want to be calm, but it is difficult to be calm anymore. It originated from the dream of guarding a lonely city and hiding from all living beings with infinite youth. It is so hypocritical! 8. The other shore, the eternal opposite.
Wangchuan, the bondage of the past life. Flowers bloom, like a bloody dream, and the unattainable lingering begins again.
Falling leaves represent eternal extravagant hope and the cruelest confusion in reincarnation. Why, eternal hope can only be exchanged for the distant shore.
In the past life and this life, you and I will always be the other side that is out of reach. Flowers in the mirror, only recalling the unforgettable love.
Above the underworld, I watched indifferently the souls coming and going. After all, tears dreaming of the world of mortals cannot withstand the irreversible passage of time.
Time can turn everything into flying smoke, wiping out all sentient beings in just a moment of talking and laughing. The flame of life is extinguished little by little, and everything in the world is inferior to you and me.
The flowers bloom, the leaves fall, my heart becomes calm, I love you without any resentment. Remember, miss, recall, and love you forever.
The sky is full of flowers, flowers of sadness, flowers of forgetfulness, despair. Forget it, come again, be ruthless, set sail, the other shore.
In reincarnation, we are doomed to tragedy. Sighing loudly, the flowers fall and forget the love on the other side of the river.
Banish the memory, everything is long gone. The reincarnation begins and only the final outcome is seen.
Fleeing, passing by your fingers. Love is dead in the heart.
No trace left, the other shore, the eternal distance. Unattainable, reappearing, the loneliness of the past.
Cannot disobey. 9. The flower of the other shore, the flower of hell.
We made a promise in front of Bianhuahua, if you don’t leave, I will never abandon you. But after the flowers fade, the promise is like the wind.
Wei. 10. The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, and the heartbroken grass is filled with sorrow.
There is nothing you can do in front of the Naihe Bridge. There are three lives in front of the Three Lives Stone. 11. Dielianhua, Bianhuahua.
The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, weeping alone in the dark world, the flowers are beautiful and people will not return them. Who can bear to leave this world and think about it again? My eyes are full of tears all the way to Huangquan, and the leaves are falling and the flowers are blooming.
In the reincarnation of the world, the flowers and leaves are filled with sorrow and love. Don't lament that the human soul is dim, how can we know that life and death are far from each other! 12. Reminiscing about the past on the Naihe Bridge, people on the other side forget the river alone.
Mo Daochun's heart rests on one place, but the flowers and leaves are not complete. 13. The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years.
Flowers and leaves will never meet each other, love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. 14. In the prosperous world, there is 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 leaves fall to make soil, a few clusters of flowers bloom, and there are countless tears. However, at the bridge, Po Meng persuaded her to drink, and she would 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 despair, 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. 15. White mandala flower, the holy flower of heaven, blooms for a thousand years, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall.
The red Manzhu Shahua, the sin flower of hell, will wither for a thousand years, and the leaves will rise and the flowers will wither. The flowers and leaves never meet.
"Why are there only red mandala flowers and no white mandala flowers in heaven?" "...because heaven is a hell." 16. The ecstasy of life is in walking across the desolate river bank. I almost mistakenly thought that from this moment on, I was surprised by the light from the other side.
4. Poems about the flower on the other side
View article Poems on the flower on the other side Thursday, August 06, 2009 03:22 PM The flower on the other side blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other.
Love is not the cause and effect, fate determines life and death. "--------- My thoughts are floating in the underworld. I glance at the dark night where lonely souls live, but I am surprised by the trembling of my heart. Your gorgeous blood is like a carpet stretching out, and your lonely beard is praying for meeting and reincarnation in the next life. I can't hold your hand, I will regret it all my life. Buddha said, we will turn back and we will not meet each other. I am willing to give up the years of the next life in exchange for a fleeting glance with you. Let eternity stay on the Naihe Bridge and dye it into another color with love. The tears of the flowers on the other side. The only romance that is sprinkled on the underworld, Huangquan Road, makes me dream and shed tears in my eyes. I have lost my previous life. Flowers bloom and fall every thousand years, accompanied by tears and blood. The Buddha said that there is no destiny. The waiting of weeping blood makes life still bright for us. On the other side of the world where reincarnations of life have appeared alternately for thousands of years.
.. We cherish each other but cannot meet each other. We walk alone on the other side. We meet in a dream. You are a white rootless lotus and I am a red lotus. Flower on the other side. You are as pale as snow, and I am as red as blood.
You fell into the water of Tianshan Mirror Pool. I was lonely in the long road to the underworld.
At that moment, I fell in love with you. , is the fate of my life, there is no escape. I will keep waiting! Three thousand days pass, and you finally grow old.
I am still falling, and the dark river ahead is pouring on me. Smile slightly. Po Meng's soup bowl is empty.
When you step on the Naihe Bridge, your heart is as calm as water, and my heart is as heavy as stone.
My heart is broken. I am hopeless... The lingering fragrance of flowers cannot match the bitterness of forgetfulness. I am still alive! I only have a body! My heart will always bloom on the other side! , only how many fireworks are lingering on this shore, how many earthly dreams are lost in the wind and rain, and they all go eastward with the water.
What I saw is extinguished! My original love is remembered! It blooms on you.
I am lost on the other side! In the past life, we were flying under the same sky. In this life, you are on the other side; I am staring at your tearful face. , feel the sound of your heartbreak, but can't wipe away your tears
When it blooms in full bloom, it's like a flower blooming to its end... When the wind blows it away, it's gone. No more... The feeling of loving is remembered for a long time, and the person I loved is fleeting. What cannot be forgotten is the feeling, and what I see is extinguished.
I stand at the end of the world, waiting for the ephemeral flowers to sprout in the soil. Bloom again.
Leave the fragrance to the years, there is no lighthouse on the other side, I still look at it, my hair is white when the sky gets dark. 'The flowers on the other side bloom and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never see each other. .
Love is not the cause and effect, fate determines life and death. 'You are the flower blooming on the other side! I use words to swim through your deep eyes.
It is the countless years and tears that always drown me deeply, flowers as red as fire. Ignite the clouds on the horizon at dusk, and sing against the water in the setting sun, ripples of sadness are rippling.
Stretching out your arms, you still cannot touch it in your life. It is still an unreachable distance, which is your deep sigh. And, the sadly withered petals! The other shore that has never been reached is always the basis of happiness in this life! Maybe just looking at each other from afar can give my misty thoughts some sustenance! 1. The flowers on the other shore are blooming on the other shore, and the heartbroken grass is sad and heartbroken. What can be done in front of the Naihe Bridge. Three lives are determined in front of the three-life stone. Butterfly Love Flowers Flowers on the other shore Flowers on the other shore are blooming on the other shore, weeping alone in the dark world, the flowers are beautiful and people will not return them.
Who can bear to leave this world and read it again? Huang Quan had tears in his eyes all the way. The leaves have fallen and the flowers are blooming. They are reincarnated from generation to generation. The flowers and leaves are empty and full of sadness.
Don’t lament that the human soul is bleak, how could we know that life and death are far apart from each other! 2. The flowers on the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore. My heart on this shore can only wander around here. So many fireworks have been spent in the wind and rain, so many dreams in the world have been extinguished. The ones I saw are extinguished as the water turns eastward. The ones I remember are gone. They bloom until they are in full bloom, and the flowers are gone... ... The memory left behind is just a field of petals... When the wind blows it away, it is gone... That night when we met in a dream, you are a white rootless lotus and I am a red flower from the other side. You are as pale as snow and I am as red as blood. You fall on The water in the mirror pool of Tianshan Mountain is full of water. 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 change. You will finally grow old. I will still fall for you. When you come to the dark river in front of the ferry. The gurgling black 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 water. My heart is as heavy as stone. I close the branches of flowers and my heart aches and is broken. My heart is hopeless. The lingering fragrance of flowers in my veins cannot match the bitterness of the soup and forget me. I am still alive, I have no soul, I only have a body, but I insist on loving you. I fell in love with you at that moment. There is no way to escape. There is no way to escape. I will wait for three thousand days and the stars will change. I think it is the most beautiful flower, but it must be the most sad flower. It has been accompanied by myths throughout its life. The flowers on the other side are cute and lingering. The sound of Olufei's piano is lingering, and the fog rises. Its bright red burns the flower tears, and the fog that has not dispersed for thousands of years is attracting people. The flowers blooming on the other side are the feathers left by Cupid when he flew across the sky, leaving a little bit of warmth. A mist is gently dissipated, leaving an oath that will not change for thousands of years. The flowers on the other side fade are the sharp arrows shot by Artemis. No matter how many arrows there are, it is helpless and regretful. The joy of separation stops for a moment and then ends. The wounds that have not healed for thousands of years are splashed out. Now the flowers of the other shore will bloom again. The mist, oaths and wounds are intertwined together. Who is it waiting for? 1 My world gradually cools down and then goes out. When the darkness begins to appear, this is the end of the journey. 2 If there is no light in this darkness, nothing will be possible. 3 Like seeds blown away by the wind, I think I am lost. 4 Like a ship in the dark night, I think I cannot reach the shore. 5 However, time and space are still brightly lit, like a lighthouse slowly guiding me. Crossing over to the other shore, the star-studded sky does not have flowers as dazzling and fragrant as yours. 6 Walking across the desolate river bank, the ecstasy of life is at this moment I was surprised by the light that first appeared on the other shore. I almost mistakenly thought that the world began to live from this moment on. Before the boundary with death, the burning flowers of the other side stretch on the other side of life. 7 At the end, I suddenly forget what kind of beginning it was. Ignite the bloody torch on the other side. Take out the time that has completely disappeared and look through everything carefully. Everything is on the other side. Under the fragrance of the mountain spring gushing out 8 Life goes from richness to withering and is carefully written into poetry on the other shore. Life that is passing by is rushed and blurred. Only when you stop and look back can you carefully understand it. When you look back, you can see the other shore. 9 At the moment when you look back, time stops. The floating clouds that left the sky full of them finally merged into rivers. 5. Please write a poem or sentence about the Naihe Bridge, the Forgotten River, and the flowers on the other side. It can be original and beautiful.
"Manzhu Shahua"
Manzhu Shahua, the flowers on the other side Flowers, three journeys along the river, crossing over to life and death. Flowers bloom on the other side, and fall in the underworld. The flowers are leafless, and the leaves are green and hide the flowers. The two do not meet each other, but they are always at odds with each other. Fire illuminates the road, and blood touches the sky. The thoughts of the past life and the calamity of the future life are endless and will last forever.
The wind is vast, the green lantern is swaying, and there is an endless road in the dark. The water is weak and still, the blood is everywhere, the soul is vague and guiding, the road to heaven.
I give you a cup of worry-free tears to wash away all the worldly matters and enter the sky. Forget the tide of the river, say goodbye to the evil sea on this shore, without regrets. Indulging in suffering, the sky is full of craziness and the moon is shining brightly. No matter how you cross, looking back, you will end up being left behind and unable to return. Wrong marriage, can't bear to see Gu Hongming destroyed. Meng Po was stationed there, looking at the Three Lives Stone, without thinking. Strange roads are gone, and the sky and the earth are drifting away from the red snow. Flowers from the other shore, burning love and hate, boundless. Karma is burned by fire, and one step leads to eternal calamity. Flower of the other shore, one step will lead to eternal disaster. 6. Poems about flowers on the other side of the river and stones on the other side of the river
"Yellow Spring · Forgotten River" Author: Wangchuan My soul lingers on the Three Rivers of Rivers, only pitying on the flowers on the other side of the river; I have not seen each other for life, and I will miss each other forever.
Drinking the water of I forget the river, I don’t know the heartbroken people; I have no choice but to look at the bridge, and I am destined to miss the hometown terrace. "The Floating World·Bad Words" Author: Zhang Qiuyu The soul enters the Wangchuan River and stays with you for thousands of years.
On the other side, there is a sea of ??flowers, but here there is nothing.
"This Life" Author: Deng Jiming Walking to Huangquan Road, I stepped onto the Naihe Bridge; I saw the Wangchuan River again, and gathered at Wangxiang Terrace.
A bowl of Meng Po soup engraved on Sansheng stone. If we were not together in the past life, we will not be together in this life either. "This Life" Author: Deng Jiming Walking to Huangquan Road, I stepped onto the Naihe Bridge; I saw the Wangchuan River again, and gathered at Wangxiang Terrace.
A bowl of Meng Po soup engraved on Sansheng stone. If we were not together in the past life, we will not be together in this life either. Naihe soul on Naihe bridge, recalling the past and the birth of Naihe.
After Meng Po’s soup, she forgot about the mortal world, and only hoped that she would not meet you again in the next life. "Road to Huangquan" The road on the Naihe Bridge is Naihe, right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River.
There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone. I meet Po Meng beside the gazebo. Sighing on the waves for ten years, how can I make up for the long time? On the stone of three lives, there are all kinds of no luck.
The white hair comes, the beauty goes, and a wild song falls beside the wine. (Qinyuanchun Liu Chenweng) If Gantong is not combined with the three birthstones, it will be elegant and joyful, and it will hold up the nine-turn gold.
(Send to Guanxiu as a reward for Zhang Xianggong’s visit) He waved his rhinoceros towards the Sansheng Stone. Looking back is heartbreaking, the sunset is full of fragrant grass.
(Wu Lan Hua Slow, Shao Hengzhen) I threw three stones from Nanyue and stood next to a few clouds on the west mountain. (Three poems written by Jing Zhu to express his gratitude to monk Da Chan's brother Qi Ji) The souls on the three lives stone.
As soon as the inner alliance is renewed, the spiritual relationship will be in harmony, and my true will will follow. (Han Gong Chun Fu Lu Zi Jing Mei Qi Yue Zhu Xi Yan) Feelings Part Four Wang Mian visited Sanshengshi yesterday, and today he visited Erlao Pavilion.
The smoke makes the trees black, and the mountains are green with weeds. The returning bird is still tired, and the sad note cannot bear to be heard.
I also heard that the dragon and the horse were chasing the leopard. I dreamed on the stone for three lives, and the music of heaven sounded beside me.
(Ciyun Zhang Yuzhi’s painting on the wall of Kaiyuan Temple and Jane Li Desu and Huang Tingjian) Three lives dreamed on the stone, whether it is written down or not. (Gifted to Huang Tingjian by Heda Xin Lao Jian) ??Zhou Cangya went to my mountain to compose pictures and poems and presented them to Wen Tianxiang. The Sansheng Stone is linked to a karmic relationship, and the robe and wat are slanted horizontally to imitate the top of the meter.
The fisherman almost forgot about the road down the mountain, and the immortal visited the Lingtou boat. The black ape and the white crane are rootless trees, and the pale moon and sparse stars line the sky.
I am drunk and shouting, and when I am tired, I lie down and watch the clouds and smoke. Poems of Yin Lao Suo Yin'an by Chen Yuyi People say that Mr. Rong is lazy and bows to his guests in bed.
When I come, I will forget to bow to you, and my whole body will be white. They joked about Dengzhou Zen and shared Tianning wheat.
The bamboo wind also likes me, and is desolate until the sun sets. Xuan Shang's children's drama about a monk's husband.
May the fragrance be frightened by the remaining smoke, and the sense of sophistication be left behind. Gu Yingshi is not dull, which makes me restless.
Whenever you ask for a drop of water, it will wash away the three living stones. The old elves on the stone of three lives, admiring the moon and chanting in the wind, don’t talk about the shameful lovers visiting each other from afar. Although the opposite sex always exists in this body, the past and afterlife are vast, the desire to talk about the fate is afraid of breaking the heart. The mountains and rivers of Wuyue have been searched, but they have returned to the Qutang Golden Jade League on the Yancha. Author: Ziyan I Rock Come out and turn it into a hero's tomb, with indestructible affection.
The second generation rock is broken, the bridge of marriage is crossed, and the mandarin ducks fly in pairs. After three lifetimes of burning jade, I vowed to keep the golden and jade alliance, which will be with me forever in life and death.
First couplet: Three lives are promised on the Sansheng stone, and three lives are promised in front of the Sansheng temple. Second line: Three lives of love, three lives of love, three lives of lingering love.
Hengbiao: Deep love, deep love, three lives, eternal love for three lives. Three lives stone. Three lives stone. Author: Higurashi. Looking at three lives from the three lives stone, the flowing water flows year by year across the river and the moon. I was once a guest of immortals from the Heavenly Family, and I just followed the river without leaving any trace.
Farewell to the spring moon, there are countless mountains, and there is water in the spring river. The spring rivers and mountains and rivers cannot comfort me, the spring moon is boundless and graceful in the sky.
I look at the mountains in the distance, and they are so beautiful. The mountains in the distance seem to look at me dimly. After chasing the light for many times, the spring sorrow is gone, and the lovesickness of the years brings about in a moment.
The flowing fire of the Golden Crow has no name, but the soul is so light with sweat. When the autumn wind comes, the leaves fall, and the autumn wind rustles the leaves.
There is no doubt that the red leaves make me miss lovesickness so much that it’s hard to express my love in words. When I think about it, the flying snow seems to be waiting for me, and the falling red leaves are left unpicked.
Cangshan is pitiful, the white clouds are deep, and the emotions are silent and heartless. It is not easy to die and live again, especially if it is another spring breeze.
There are three fates on the Three Lives Stone, but the truth is that we don’t see each other again every year? But now the wind has made three living stones, and we have looked at each other without knowing each other. Sansheng Shifu Author: Qiu Shuo The Sichuan River flows rapidly to the east with blue water, and there are egrets spreading their wings on it.
It raises its wings to fly but still lingers, lingers and plays but hesitates.
Both flew high to look at Wushan. The road to Wushan was cloudy and rainy.
The maple leaves in Wu Gorge are as red as fire, and the two fly away with joyful cries, hidden in the autumn leaves.
At dusk, the two men were perched by the river, and the rocks by the river were covered with fine feathers. Their feathers are as fine as brocade and as white as snow, and they clasp their beaks to express their affection to each other.
The eyes have been gazing with affection for a long time, and Jiang Shi has a spiritual memory for three lives. The water of Shujiang River is green, the mountains of Shu are green, and the water of Bashan Shu is full of aura.
Ba man’s hands are skillful in making flutes with reeds, and Ba woman’s singing voice is as graceful as water. The girl rides an ox and sings about bamboo branches, and the man blows bamboo leaves to accompany her.
I never made green plums when I was young. I have been herding cattle since I was a child. Admire the two birds flying in the sky, and look for branches between the rocks.
Bashan Mountain is high and far away and there are few people around it. God knows that the two hearts are in love. I once made a solemn oath to the blue sky, and we will never be apart from each other until the end of time.
The father in the family loves his daughter, and the wealthy family is looking for a good son-in-law. I want to marry a girl from Bashan and leave Bashan. The mountains are high and the water is vast.
The thunder shattered the couple's dreams, and they knelt in front of the door and begged. In this life, I wish to be like dust and ashes, stuck in the sky and trapped in death.
Why not regret dying when we are together in times of trouble? In the next life, my brother will accompany my sister. The waves in Qutang are high and the water in Sichuan is bad. The broken soul has no time to return.
The autumn rain in Bashan is as thin as a weave, and the leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen, solitary wild geese are roosting. I shed tears alone in the sky of Shu Mountain, the ape cries and stains my clothes with tears.
In the coming year, a younger brother will be added to the family, and his features will look like those of a man who has lost his soul. Whispering about the past, silently staring and sighing at this life.
My past life was so long and deplorable, but this life is full of regrets. It is admirable to see two birds flying on the river, flying and perching together, and loving each other deeply.
I would like to turn into two birds to continue our relationship, but how can I spend the rest of my life holding a solitary pillow? I can't bear to see the sun disappearing among the clouds, the river waves are lapping at the shore and the ape is crying.
Three lives, the stone flows freely in the empty river, and the soul cannot see the water. I saw two herons coming out of the river, circling along the river and around the rocks for a long time.
Flying low and moaning about three lives, the love of three lives is shocking and weeping. In life and death, we hug each other and sleep on our pillows, and in death, we fly together and our wingspans are as high as each other.
We will never be apart from each other in every life, laughing at the Qixi Palace of Eternal Life. A road called Huangquan is full of sadness.
A river, named Wangchuan, overflows with desolation. A Naihe carries the River of Forgetfulness.
A bowl of Meng Po soup can help you forget this life in exchange for the next. A stone stands on the bank of Wangchuan River, named Sansheng.
A well indicates the afterlife. A familiar figure jumped down happily.
In one reincarnation, in the next life, who will you live for? One face, next life, confused. The lapel of this stone can still be touched, and thousands of bamboo roots are inserted diagonally beside the stone.
Qingfeng does not change his suspicion of Yuanze, but his quality is difficult to trust Li Yuan. Driving into the smoke, the body is an illusion, and the song from the river leaves no trace.
In two words, one enters into the wonderful diligent practice of Taoism, and the deep nature of the bamboo courtyard exists by itself. There is no need to talk about the old souls on the Sansheng Stone, admiring the moon and chanting in the wind.
I feel ashamed that my old friend is visiting me from afar, even though I am of the opposite sex. I am alone in front of the mountain and behind the temple, and I am confused by philosophy.
I don’t know who I was in my previous life, and what I will be after this life! Old age and illness. 7. Does anyone know anything about Huangquan Road, Bianhua, Wangchuan River, Mengpo Tang, Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Stone, and the Path of Reincarnation
Butterfly Love Flower Bianhua The Bianhua flowers bloom on the other side, weeping alone in the dark world, and the beautiful flowers will not be returned. Who can bear to leave this world and think about it again? Huang Quan had tears in his eyes all the way. The leaves have fallen and the flowers are blooming. They are reincarnated from generation to generation. The flowers and leaves are empty and full of sadness. Don't lament that the human soul is dim, how can we know that life and death are far from each other! Qijue, the flowers on the other side, have always been in contact with each other, and have been annihilated in blood from generation to generation. Only the flowers are blooming but the leaves are hard to see. Huangquan leads the two together.
The Three Lives Stone The Three Lives Stone looks up to the Three Lives, which is destined to last forever. Who did you have a romantic relationship with in your previous life? Will we meet again in the next life? In this life, I dream of crossing the road to the underworld, and I cry loudly in front of the flowers on the other side. Whose name is carved in front of the blood-colored stone? How many floors can I look at in Xiangtai with tears in my eyes? I love this life beautifully in my dreams, and I don’t envy gods or monks. Don't walk far away on the bridge, and meet in the next life. The long past events pass by with the wind, and tenderness lingers around the ancient vines. The affectionate stones are cast on the stone, and the endless sea vows to accompany the mountain alliance
Naihe Bridge (1) The flowers on the other side are paved with fire illuminating the road, and the Sichuan River has seen the Naihe Bridge. On the stone tablet with inscriptions on Sansheng, who would hate me for not sighing at the loneliness! I have mixed feelings about yesterday's events, which turned into ashes and filled with tears. The wind and clouds, the purple dream, and the dust have passed away, and I go to the rural terrace to look at the distance again. (2) Unfortunately, reincarnation is about to pass, and a bowl of tea soup is the last thing. The souls and dreams are all forgotten, and love, hatred and hatred are scattered into smoke. From now on, there is no pain in my heart, and my past life is like a dream that is hard to come true. If the next life is not as good as this life, who will sleep with the returning mother? (3) The long dream is full of emotions, and the cold moon wind is blowing up into the blue sky.
Looking back, I will never regret it. This life is nothing but a bridge! Others: The deserted road is illuminated by clear fire, and the Naihe Bridge is rickety. There are three living stones in the bumps and bumps, so lonely and lonely! Yesterday's love, love, love, and yesterday's events made me miserable and burst into tears. Layers upon layers of dust and smoke passed away, and I staggered to look at the distant countryside. 8. Please write a poem or sentence about the Naihe Bridge, the Forgotten River water, and the flowers on the other side. It can be original and beautiful.
The flowers bloom on the other side and there is no shore. The soul falls into the Forgotten River. I am still drunk in the river and don’t know the vastness of the mist. In the dream, the lights are dimly lit, the flowers and leaves have not seen each other for a thousand years, and the fate has faded. The flowers are dancing and moving without understanding the words. The flowers nod and the Buddha crosses my heart. The Buddha sighs in the sky. The flowers bloom for a thousand years, and the flowers fall for a thousand years. The leaves have already fallen by the time of the peanut. After all, the flowers begin to wither when the leaves grow. Although the flowers, branches and leaves of Bianhuahua grow from the same root, they will never see each other in all their lifetimes. The flowers on the other shore are blooming on the other shore, but what can be done on the bridge?
The flowers on the other shore are blooming on the other shore, and the heartbroken grass is sad!
The water of the Forgotten River flows into the Forgotten River, and the flowers on the other bank are blooming on the other bank
The flowers on the other bank are blooming on the other bank, and the boats on this river are traveling on this river. The flowers on the other bank are blooming on the other bank, and only the flowers can be seen, but no leaves
It blooms for a thousand years,
It falls for a thousand years,
The flowers and leaves will never see each other, love is not cause and effect, destiny is destined to life and death. The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the heartbroken grass is sad. Heartbroken. What can be done in front of the bridge? Three lives are determined in front of the three-life stone
Butterflies love flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, weeping alone in the dark world, the flowers are beautiful and people will not return them. Who can bear to leave this world and think about it again? Huang Quan had tears in his eyes all the way. The leaves have fallen and the flowers are blooming. They are reincarnated from generation to generation. The flowers and leaves are empty and full of sadness. Don't lament that the human soul is dim, how can we know that life and death are far from each other! Flower of the Other Shore,
The gentleness of the devil.
The legendary flower that voluntarily threw itself into hell,
was sent back by the demons,
but still wanders on the road to hell,
The devil couldn't bear it, so
he agreed to let her drive on this road,
to give guidance and comfort to the souls who had left the human world.
According to legend, this flower only blooms in Huangquan.
It is generally believed that it is a flower that blooms only on the banks of the Santu River in the underworld and
on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness.
The flower is as bright and bright as blood,
It has flowers but no leaves,
is the only flower in the underworld.
It is said that the fragrance of flowers has magical powers,
and can evoke the memories of the deceased.
These flowers are blooming in large numbers on Huangquan Road.
From a distance, they look like a carpet paved with blood.
And because of their red color, It is like fire and is called "the road illuminated by fire".
It is also the only scenery and color on this long road to the underworld.
When the soul crosses the River of Oblivion,
it forgets all that happened in life,
everything that has ever happened is left on the other side,
Rebirth The reader will follow the guidance of this flower and lead to the hell of the underworld.
The flower of the other shore,
means,
Separation~`~~The flower that blooms in hell will only guard the bloody and enchanting road to the underworld throughout its life, listen The most wonderful story in everyone's life, listen to the narrative of everything in the world with the tenderness of a devil, even if the flowers and leaves never meet. The bloodthirsty rose does not understand the leaves, the lonely devil's wind and flowers cannot blow down the evening drum and morning bell