I want a few classic cases about persisting in love, with pictures and a short paragraph, and a beautiful article about persisting in love. Please recommend them to me.

When I saw your question, the first story that came to my mind was the story of Manzhu and Shahua, the story of Bianhuahua.

The story about the flower of the other shore

Legend has it that a long time ago, the edge of a certain city was covered with large tracts of Manzhu Shahua, also known as the flower of the other shore. Its floral fragrance has a magical power. It can remind people of their past lives. There are two fairies guarding the other side of the flower, one is the flower fairy named Manzhu, and the other is the leaf fairy named Shahua. They have been waiting for the flower of the other side for thousands of years, but they have never seen each other, because when it blooms, there are no leaves, and when there are leaves, there are no flowers. They missed each other crazily and were tortured by this pain. Finally one day, they decided to meet secretly against God's rules. The bright red flowers of Manzhusha that year were set off by the eye-catching green, and they bloomed particularly coquettishly and beautifully. It is expected that God would blame him. Manzhu and Shahua were thrown into reincarnation and cursed to never be together, and suffered hardships in the human world for life after life. Since then, Manzhushahua has also been called Bianhuahua, which means a flower that blooms in heaven. Its flower is shaped like a palm that only prays to heaven, but it has never appeared in this city again. This kind of flower blooms on the Huangquan Road. Every time Manzhu and Shahua are reincarnated on the Huangquan Road, they can smell the fragrance of the other side of the flower and remember themselves in the previous life, and then vow not to separate and fall into the cycle of curse again in the next life.

When the flowers bloom on the other side

When the flowers bloom on the other side

Only a ball of fiery red

The flowers bloom without leaves

Ye Sheng Wu Hua

Missing each other but not seeing each other

Lonely on the other side

That night

Meeting in a dream< /p>

You are a white rootless lotus

I am a red flower on the other side

You are as pale as snow

I am as red as blood

You fell into the water of Tianshan Mirror Pond

I was lonely in the netherworld and the long road

At that moment, I fell in love with you

The destiny of my life

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No way to escape

No way to escape

Keep waiting

Times change

You are finally old

p>

I am still falling

You come to the ferry

The dark river ahead is gurgling with black water

Give me a shallow smile

< p>Meng Po’s soup bowl is empty

You step onto the Naihe Bridge

My heart is as calm as water

My heart is as heavy as stone

I close it Scattered flower branches

Heartbroken and broken

Heartbroken

The lingering fragrance of flowers in my veins

cannot withstand the forgetfulness of the bitter and bitter soup

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I am still alive

There is no soul, only a body

But I insist on loving you

The flowers of the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore

My heart can only wander here on this shore

How many fireworks are lost in the wind and rain

How many dreams in the world are flowed eastward by the water

What I see is extinguished

The disappeared is remembered

My original love

Blooms in you

You trample it out

I am lost on the other shore~

In the past life, we flew under the same sky

In this life, you are on the other shore and I am on this shore

I stare I look at your tearful face,

I feel your heartbreaking voice but I can’t wipe away your tears

It’s too late to be in trouble

That’s it The elephant flower has bloomed to its end

The memory left behind is just a field of petals

The feelings of love are remembered for a long time

The person you loved is gone in the blink of an eye

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What is forgotten is the feeling

What is seen is extinguished

What disappears is remembered

I am standing at the end of the world

Hearing the sprouting of the soil

Waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom again

Leaving the fragrance to the years

There is no lighthouse on the other side

I am still looking around

It’s dark and my hair is white.

“The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves never see each other.

Love is not cause and effect, destiny is destined to life and death."

They all say that you and I will never meet each other, and we will always be together, but they don't know that this is the eternal stay between you and me.

We were the old souls on the stone of three lives, and we have been together for thousands of years. We have seen all the sorrows and joys in the world, and the reincarnation of life and death.

That day, the Buddha said that you need to enter the world of mortals. I asked the Buddha about our marriage, and the Buddha closed his eyes. , “I only get one chance in my life. ”

I asked the Buddha:

Looking back a thousand times in the past life, in exchange for a passing by in this life.

A thousand passing by in the past life And in exchange for one encounter in this life

A thousand encounters in the past life are exchanged for one acquaintance in this life.

A thousand acquaintances in the past life are exchanged for one encounter in this life. Knowing each other.

A thousand times of knowing each other in the past life, in exchange for one love in this life?

The Buddha smiled and said nothing.

I was born on the other side of the Forgotten River, a place that is gloomy and desolate.

There is only one bridge, and the old man on the bridge who has been guarding a pot of soup every year. < /p>

All kinds of people walked past me, walked onto the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurriedly walked off the bridge.

When some people passed by, I I will hear the lingering sobs and the promises of life and death,

I feel pity, but the old man on the bridge seems to hear nothing, and still takes the soup as usual to deliver it to the people on the bridge. < /p>

As time went by, I learned that this bridge was called Naihe Bridge, and the old man was called Po Meng.

I asked Po Meng, what was the sound?

Meng Po said that it is unforgettable love and unforgettable hatred, which are the most useless promises in the world.

It turns out that the soup in Meng Po’s bowl is called Meng Po. Po soup can forget the past life.

People who go to the bridge will forget all the grudges and sorrows of this time... and then wait for the next reincarnation.

I asked Po Meng, will he forget me?

I asked Po Meng, when it will bloom, she said. .

I am looking forward to the blooming of the most beautiful face, looking forward to seeing him once in a lifetime.

Po Meng looked at me and sighed, it will be autumn again. !

I was confused.

So, I learned that the three days before and after the spring equinox are called the other side of spring, and the three days before and after the autumnal equinox are called the other side of autumn.

< p>When Autumn came to the other side for the first time, I was surprised to find that white flowers bloomed like frost and snow, covering the entire Santu River bank.

Meng Po said, with the other side of the flower, this yellow spring. Jie Yinlu is no longer lonely.

Bianganhua? Is she talking about me? No, my name is Manzhu, not Biangan.

Every autumn, I am here. It bloomed on time, piece by piece.

He came after all, before I had time to bloom.

< p>Hurrying past me, I called him desperately, Shahua!

He seemed to have completely lost his hearing, and he walked past me so hurriedly that I even touched the corners of his green shirt. Untouchable.

I cried. Po Meng said coldly, his name is not Shahua!

No, he is my Shahua, the Shahua on the Sansheng Stone.

When the tears could no longer flow out, I became silent.

Every autumn on the other side, I still open up silently and send away the dead souls who come and go one by one.

For a thousand years, I watched him rush past me without stopping or looking at me.

In this thousand years, he has never come when I am in full bloom.

Another thousand years of time began and ended, and he walked onto the Naihe Bridge in a changing posture and picked up Po Meng's soup.

My tears flowed again and again, and my heart was broken again and again. I called him: Shahua, I am your Manzhu, don’t you remember? !

Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was blooming white flowers,

He came, covered with dust and a haggard look on his face. Come to me.

I thought he would rush through it again, hastily drinking the Meng Po soup that made him forget me further and further.

However, when he walked past me, he slowed down and turned his head to look at me.

With just one look, the dry tears in my heart welled up like spring water;

With just one look, thousands of years of depression in my heart turned into tears;

< p>With just one look, all the resentment disappeared like clouds.

On that other side of autumn, I drove particularly fresh and pure.

Thousands of years of waiting again, thousands of years of seeing each other once a year.

Every time he looks back, a deep scar opens in my heart. Year after year...

I don’t remember how many thousands of years we have met, but he suddenly stopped in front of me,

murmured to himself, it seemed like we had seen each other before, it seemed like we had seen each other before...

I was surprised, my heart was completely broken in that one, and the white flower turned tragically red at that moment, like fire, tea, and blood...

He retreated onto the bridge as if frightened, and Meng Po soup spilled from the bowl in his trembling hands...

From then on, on the other side of autumn, the Forgotten River was filled with bloody flowers, dazzling and gorgeous. And strange.

He came again when the flowers were blooming, wandering around me, lingering, and when he walked onto the bridge, he turned back and murmured, Manzhu ? Manzhu?

I have no more tears.

Po Meng let out a long sigh. This is the only sigh I have heard in the past ten thousand years.

So far, people say that on the other side of autumn, on the banks of the Santu River in the Forgotten River,

a strange blood-colored flower will bloom. The floral fragrance has magical power and can arouse people. Memories of my life, this flower is called Bana flower.

Thousands of times I have looked back, rubbed shoulders, met, met, and got to know each other, and the Buddha's words have all become reality, so I opened calmly, fell calmly, and waited calmly.

Love after thousands of years.

The love came very calmly, but it was very shocking. He knelt down, kissed my face, and said softly,

Manzhu, I will never forget you again. I want you to stay with me.

I looked at him suddenly. Didn’t he remember that the Buddha said that we only meet once in a lifetime?

He looked at me with a smile, calmly picked a flower and hid it in his sleeve and walked onto the bridge. I saw him smiling at me as I drank the soup slowly.

A strange smile flashed across Po Meng’s face.

The Buddha said that we have violated God's will and will never see each other again forever. But he was smiling, smiling happily.

So he turned into the leaves on my stem. Only when the leaves fall can the flowers bloom. When the flowers bloom, the leaves have already fallen.

He said, we don’t want to meet each other once in a lifetime, and we don’t want to forget each other as strangers. This is our eternal stay together, no more separation, no more forgetting!

Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures say: 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 cause and effect, fate determines life and death.

As a result, Bana Flower has another name in Buddhist language: Manzhu Shahua.

The tea flowers are blooming, and we will stay with Mengpo Bridge forever.