Original text:
Prague Red Guan Ren
There is no shore on the other side of the flower.
The soul is still in Sichuan.
I don't know the smell of smoke when I'm drunk.
It's a little cold in my dream.
Flowers and leaves never meet in a thousand years.
Endless fate, dance.
Flowers can't be expressed in words, but in an instant.
The Buddha sighed at my heart.
The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. When peanuts grow, the leaves have fallen off, but when the leaves grow, the flowers begin to wither. Although the flowers and branches of the flowers on the other side are born from the same root, they will never meet.
In Hongguanren, Prague, the other person's flowers are regarded as a curse and punishment, which will not take the other person's life or harm any part of the body. Anyone who punishes will have a tattoo on his body, which will get deeper and deeper as time goes by. This tattoo will curse that the punished person can never be with his beloved, just like the flowers and leaves on the other side. When the flowers bloom, the leaves have fallen off, and when the leaves grow out, the flowers have withered. Even if they are born from the same root, they can never be together forever.
Author:
Young writer Tao Xiazi? Zhang Bei's pseudonym. She is a literary star with great development potential because of her gorgeous writing style and fairy-like personality. His representative works "I will remember to laugh when I am sad", "Goodbye, learned grass boy" and "The seventh night of the rose" are full of the most unimaginable suspense and the freshest and interesting themes, which are more romantic in the west. Now he is a freelance writer.
Related legends
Once upon a time, an ugly ghost fell in love with a beautiful girl, but because of his ugliness, the girl did not love him. He had to imprison the girl out of love. Later, a samurai came. He saved the girl and fell in love with her. Meanwhile, the samurai killed the ghost with his sword. The ghost's blood splashed on the messy grass, and a red and black flower bloomed brilliantly there. The name of this flower is "Flower on the other side". Since then, the flower on the other side has blossomed in a place called "Forgetting Sichuan" in hell, where the deceased forgot the love of this life and turned to be reborn in the afterlife. ...
Love is probably the same. Just because we love each other in different ways, we have to destroy a lot and forget a lot. Thus, the other shore flower became a love messenger from darkness, because it witnessed a Black Death.