Do you know the poems about The Flower of the Other Side ?

Prosperous and earthly, clouds and mud and people, two magpie bridges.

Flick fingers of life and death, a few rounds of dawn and twilight, three paintings at dusk.

The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, red and white, and the infatuation is difficult to keep.

The leaves fall to make soil, the flowers bloom in a few clusters, and there are countless tears.

However, at the bridgehead, Meng Po persuaded to drink, and there was no review for several lifetimes.

Crying and laughing vicissitudes, yellow springs follow, Buddha Zen is difficult.

Ah nose is down, the soul of the seven emotions is there, how to wake up in the maze.

Reincarnation is sad, the underworld is difficult to get drunk, and there is no way back.

What are the poems about "Flowers on the Other Side"?

Hello, I'm glad to answer for you I'm Teacher Xiaoxue As far as I know, there are flowers blooming on the other side, and flowers on the other side are blooming and the sun is falling into the Yellow Spring. Flowers bloom and leaves fall and do not meet, and the chain of gods will never be wrong. Qing is the flower in the mirror, and I am the moon in the water.

The ethereal reincarnation hatred has no fate, and the years are withered in the wilderness. The flowers and leaves are blind and simple, and their love is indestructible. Don't change the original heart.

Buddhist Sutras

The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

All Tang Poems" Tang Anonymous.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the grass is sad and sad. However, there is no way to do it in front of the bridge, and there are three lives in front of the three-life stone.

Butterfly Loves Flowers, Flowers on the Other Side

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, crying alone and the underworld, and the flowers are not returned. Who will read it again? Huang Quan teared tears all the way. The leaves fall and the flowers bloom alone, the world is reincarnated, and the flowers and leaves are empty and sad. Don't sigh that the soul of the world is bleak, how do you know that life and death are far away!

The flowers on the other side are prosperous and earthly, the clouds and mud are crowded, and the two look at the magpie bridge. Flick fingers of life and death, a few rounds of dawn and twilight, three paintings at dusk. The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, red and white, and the infatuation is difficult to keep.

The leaves fall to make soil, the flowers bloom in a few clusters, and there are countless tears. However, at the bridgehead, Meng Po persuaded to drink, and there was no review for several lifetimes. Crying and laughing vicissitudes, yellow springs follow, Buddha Zen is difficult.

Ah nose is down, the soul of the seven emotions is there, how to wake up in the maze. Reincarnation is sad, the underworld is difficult to get drunk, and there is no way back.

Manzhu Sawa "You remember your childhood sweetheart, love has not yet germinated. Our heart is blooming, and you have gone far away. The love silk blooms to the tutu and turns into a red flower on the other side. Now that you have returned, I have exhausted my youth.

Sad Memories of a Cluster of Flowers on the Other Side".

Short distance, short fortune and short career, long hair and long hanging long plain yarn. Forget the gloomy complexion in the soup, but the cry on the bridge. The wandering soul is on Huangquan Road, and the sad memories are a bunch of flowers on the other side. Where are the leaves and flowers falling, and who is the house to ask in the depths of the underworld?

The flowers on the other side of the bank bloom on the other side, there is no shore, and the soul is still in the river. I don't know the smoke in the drunk, and the lights are vaguely cold in the dream. Flowers and leaves do not see each other for thousands of years, and the fate is born and danced. The flowers are incomprehensible, and the Buddha sighs in my heart.

The flowers on the other side of the bank bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall forever. Cause and effect are destined to live and die, and the three life stones are destined for the previous life. The flowers and leaves are wrong, but the bridge has been waiting for thousands of years. Meng Po has a bowl of soup in her stomach, and it is difficult to forget her feelings on the bank of the Santu River.

Flower poems on the other side of the flower poems on the other side 1 The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall forever. Cause and effect are destined to live and die, and the three life stones are destined for the previous life. The flowers and leaves are wrong, but the bridge has been waiting for thousands of years.

Meng Po has a bowl of soup in her stomach, and it is difficult to forget her feelings on the bank of the Santu River. 2 There are flowers on the other side, and there is no relationship between the flowers and the leaves. Lethe River is faint, and there is a moat between it and the shore.

The road of fire illuminates the people, and the cause and effect of the past life and the present life are scattered. May the heart be mourned, and the feelings will be mourned. The flowers and leaves are no longer seen.

3 The yellow spring shines on the other side, and the flowers bloom for a thousand years. Love is not cause and effect, The leaves fall for another thousand years, 4 The flowers on the other side, the sorrow of the previous life. The bridge of Naihe, the bond of this life.

Like blood, like fire, dancing in sorrow. Lost, forgotten, reborn in despair. Confused, I saw the fiery red in front of me.

Lost, a glimpse of the Nai He Bridge beside him. Confusion, despair, abandonment, rebirth. We walk like this, with the loss of life, the passing of time, and the walk, only to realize that we have come to an end, or that our soul has become a piece of the fiery red, or that we have lost everything in this life and are reborn.

Pick a flower from the other side and drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. The darkness of the world, or far away, or back. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, out of reach, How sad it is How sad is the bridge, what a helpless way to leave it behind.

Squatting down, stroking the flowers on the other side, turning his head sideways, and observing the Nai Ho Bridge. Past life, this life, sad and hopeless world, is nostalgia? Is it discarded?

Gaze at the darkness of this world

(1) There is no shore on the other side of the flower, and the soul is still in the river.

I don't know the smoke in the drunk, and the lights are vaguely cold in the dream.

Flowers and leaves do not see each other for thousands of years, and the fate is born and danced.

The flowers are incomprehensible, and the Buddha sighs in my heart.

2) The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers and leaves fall forever.

Cause and effect are destined to live and die, and the three life stones are destined for the previous life.

The flowers and leaves are wrong, but the bridge has been waiting for thousands of years.

Meng Po has a bowl of soup in her stomach, and it is difficult to forget her feelings on the bank of the Santu River.

- Jade Stealing. 3) There are flowers on the other side, and there is no relationship between the flowers and the leaves.

Lethe River is faint, and there is a moat between it and the shore.

The road of fire illuminates the people, and the cause and effect of the past life and the present life are scattered.

May the heart be mourned, and the feelings will be mourned.

The flowers and leaves are no longer seen.

A thousand dreams of death. 4) The yellow spring shines on the other side, and the flowers bloom for a thousand years.

Love is not cause and effect, and the leaves fall for another thousand years.

--Fei'er. 5) The flower of the other side, the flower of forgetfulness.

The flowers fall on the other side of the river.

The Flower of the Other Side, the Flower of the Devil.

Love has long been lost and I don't want to think about it.

The other side of the flower, the water moon mirror flower.

The shadow of the flower in the mirror is long.

The flower of the other side, the flower of Zimo.

The rolling red dust does not stick.

The flower of the other side, the flower of the Yellow Spring.

Biluo Void Leaf Slim.

The flower of the other side, the flower of the desert.

The heart and the wish are against the dream.

The flower of the other side, the flower of reincarnation.

Endless flowers.

The flower of the other side, the flower of dreams.

Tianxin is infinitely smiling.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the grass is sad and sad. But what can be done in front of the bridge. Three lives before the stone is set for three lives.

Butterfly Loves Flowers, Flowers on the Other Side

Flowers bloom on the other side. Open the other side, cry alone and cry the underworld, and the flowers don't return. Who will read it again? Huang Quan teared tears all the way. The leaves fall and the flowers bloom alone, the world is reincarnated, and the flowers and leaves are empty and sad. Don't sigh that the soul of the world is bleak, how do you know that life and death are far away!

This poem is more romantic and miserable, and I really don't.