It's time for us to make a visit.

They all said, you and I will never see each other, but they are wrong, but they do not know, this is your and I will keep forever.
We used to be the old soul on Sansheng stone, accompanied by a thousand years, watching the dust of the world, joys and sorrows, and life and death.
In that day, Buddha said you need to enter the dust. I asked the Buddha about our marriage. The Buddha closed his eyes and said, "We have only one face in our life ."
I asked Buddha:
One thousand times of looking back in the past, in exchange for a pass.
One thousand times of past lives passed by, in exchange for an encounter in this world.
In exchange for an acquaintance of this world, we met one thousand times in the past.
The first acquaintance of the past has been exchanged for an acquaintance of the present world.
In exchange for a mutual love in this world, the first time we had known each other before.
But really?
Buddha smiled and left speechless.
I fell on the other side of the river and was born on the third-way river. It was gloomy and cool.
There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge is keeping a pot of soup.
People of all kinds walked by me, took the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurried down the bridge.
When some people pass by, I will hear the lingering whining, the promise of the future,
I was surprised, but the old man on the bridge could not hear anything. He was still riding the soup and sending it to the people on the bridge.
After a long time, I learned that this bridge is called the nehe bridge. The old man called Meng Po.
I asked Meng Po, what is the voice?
Meng Po said, it is an unforgettable love, an unforgettable hate, is the most useless oath in the world.
It turns out that the soup in the bowl of Meng Po is called Meng Po Tang. You can forget your past life,
When people on the bridge drink it, they will forget all the grievances and sorrows of the time ...... Then wait for the next cycle.
I asked Meng Po, will he forget me? Meng Po is speechless.
I asked Meng Po, when will I blossom. Meng Po said, it will start when the flowers bloom.
I look forward to the flowers, the most beautiful appearance, and the hope of his life.
Meng Po looked at me and sighed, and it would be another autumn!
I am confused.
As a result, I know that the three days before and after the spring equinox are called the other sides of the spring equinox, and the three days before and after the fall equinox are called the other side of the autumn equinox.
At the beginning of autumn, I was surprised to find that I had bloomed white flowers, like frome and snow, which filled the entire three-way bank.
Meng Po said that with another flower, the connection of Huang Quan is no longer alone.
Another flower? Is she talking about me? No, my name is manzhu, Not the other side.
One year, I opened the film on time on every other side of autumn. I never saw him.
After all, he came in a hurry before I could bloom.
Walking by me in a hurry, I call him, Sha Hua! Sha Hua!
He seems to have lost his hearing, so he hurried over and made me unable to even touch his green shirt.
I cried. Meng Po said coldly that he is not called Sha Hua!
No, he is Sha Hua on sanshenshi.
When tears could no longer flow out, I began to silence.
On the other side of the autumn festival, I am still silent and open, sending me one by one.
In one thousand, I looked at him in a hurry and didn't stop or look at me.
In the past one thousand years, he never came when I was in full bloom.
In another one thousand years, he began to fall into the ground and ended again. He changed his posture and stepped onto the nehe bridge and started the soup of Meng Po.
My tears flow and flow, my heart is broken and broken, I call him: Sha Hua, I am your manzhu, do you remember ?!
Finally, when I bloomed white flowers on the other side of autumn,
He came and came to my side with the dust and awkwardness.
I used to think that he would rush over again. Drinking it in a hurry would make him forget me the farther and farther away.
However, when he walked by me, he slowed down and turned around to look at me.

Just that one look, the dry tears in the heart flow out like spring water;
At that glance, the accumulation of thousands of years in the heart will be turned into tears;
With that hope, all the resentment is scattered.
At that time, I was very fresh and pure.
It is a wait of thousands of years,
Every time he looked back, he made a deep scar in my heart, one year ......
I don't remember how many millennial encounters we met. He suddenly stops at me,
Muttered to me, like, and like .......
I was amazed, my heart was completely broken, and the white flowers turned red in that moment, like fire, like blood ......
He was shocked to move back to the Bridge, Meng Po Tang from his trembling bowl ......
From then on, on the other side of autumn, the flowers were full of blood, dazzling, brilliant and enchanting.
He came again when the flowers bloom, wandering around me, wandering, turning back when he stepped onto the bridgehead,
Muttering in the mouth, manzhu? Manzhu?
I have no tears.
Meng said with a sigh, the only one I have heard in the recent years.
So far, it has been said that, on the other side of autumn,
A cool-colored flower is blooming. The flowers are magical and can evoke memories of life. This flower is called the other side flower.
A thousand times of looking back, pass by, meet, know, and know each other, Buddhist languages have all become a reality, so I am calm and calm,
Wait for love after a thousand years.
Ailai was very calm, but shocked. He squatted down and kissed my face, Gently said,
Manzhu, I will not forget you again. I want you to stay with me.
I suddenly looked at him. Doesn't he remember Buddha saying that we only have to meet each other once in a lifetime?
He smiled at me and picked the next flower and hid it in his sleeves. I saw him smile at me and slowly drank it.
Meng Po's face flashed a strange smile.
Buddha said that we are against God's will and will never see each other. He was smiling, and he smiled very comfortably.
So he turned into the leaves on my stem, the leaves can bloom, the flowers have fallen.
He said, we should not meet each other once in a lifetime, and we should not be unfamiliar with each other. This is what we will keep forever. We will not be separated, and will not forget it!
Therefore, Buddhist scriptures said: The Flowers of the other side will never meet each other after one thousand years and one thousand years. Love is not a cause and death, and fate is doomed.
As a result, peganhua has another name in the Buddhist Text: manzhu shanhua.
It's time for us to make a visit.