What does Naihe Bridge mean?

What does it mean to wait at Naihe Bridge?

That is, two people have deep feelings, one dies first, and then reincarnates at Naiheqiao together when the other dies.

What does it mean for Minghua to fall in love with Naihe Bridge next?

Naihe Bridge is a legendary bridge that people need to cross when they come back from the dead. It is said that another Meng Po sells a soup (Meng Po Tang) to forget their memories. Love Naiheqiao describes a couple who are deeply in love, even if they die, they will never forget it. Even the one who died first is willing to wait for death in Naiheqiao, waiting for the arrival of another. As for the meaning of the next stop of the famous flower in front, I'm not sure. Sorry ~ ~ ~

Three stones of life, three roads of life, if we know each other and look back, but miss each other, all the glitz is gone, but what does this sentence mean?

1. Sanshengshi is an allusion. After death, when you walk through Huang Quan Road to Naihe Bridge, you will see Sansheng Stone. It has been standing by the Naihe Bridge, looking at people who are going to drink Meng Po Tang in the world of mortals. Legend has it that Sanshengshi can reflect people's past lives. The karma of past lives, the karma of this life, the reincarnation of fate, the origin and the extinction are all heavily engraved on the Sansheng stone. For thousands of years, it has witnessed the sufferings and joys, sorrows and joys, smiles and tears of all sentient beings. The debt that should be paid and the feeling that should be paid will be written off before the third stone. This also explains the previous sentence.

But when you miss each other, don't expect to meet again. That's what I said above. My feelings are forgotten, but I hope I will feel the same when I meet you again.

3. As a whole, it expresses the incomparable sincerity of the previous feelings and the regret and disappointment after separation.

What is the song "I want to cross the Naihe Bridge" in the lyrics?

If there is an afterlife, you are still waiting for the bridge.

Lyrics and composition: the moon cuts the west wind

Singing: wind chimes, moon shadows

W: Do you think you should love or not?

Because reality can't bear this love.

Man: Let go for love and leave for love.

This belated love (female: belated love)

He: It can only be, it can only be hurt.

W: You said you couldn't put it down without it.

Because love has been buried deep in the bone marrow

Man: Give up what you love for love.

This misplaced love (female: misplaced love)

Together: doomed is doomed is doomed is helpless.

Woman: I can't forget this beautiful injury.

M: I can't forget the helplessness of deep affection and shallow pain.

W: Even if there is no future.

M: Even in the afterlife, it's still very sad.

Woman: If there is an afterlife.

M: If there is an afterlife.

Female: You are still next to my Naihe Bridge (male: next to Naihe Bridge).

Together: keep waiting

Woman: If there is an afterlife.

M: If there is an afterlife.

Female: You are still next to my Naihe Bridge (male: next to Naihe Bridge).

Together: keep waiting

The first thing you see, you will have a deep feeling! What do you mean?

At first sight, everything is the most beautiful. -Introduction Listen to this music. Why is it there?

Slightly distressed, I miss you, and I will never have contact with you again. Why don't I fall in love with you? So affectionate

Where did it come from? What is the reason for this reluctance? There are many times I want to hug you gently, and there are many times I want to look at you quietly.

Many times I want to put my hand on your palm, many times I want to call your name. This word will never be heard again.

From my mouth. Our meeting was short-lived, and it seemed to be over from the beginning. Look at me again when I want to see it.

We happened to let go while you were here. What do you mean by passing by, and what is fate? That's not it. What is this? all of us

Stick to it, but without the same persistence, we will go our separate ways in the end. Unexpectedly, at the beginning of love, you cried and I shed.

Tears are at the moment when love says goodbye. Love exists, but it is cruel to cover up the feelings in your heart. Finally, my

The truth is revealed in front of you, and your unrequited love breaks my heart. I'll take that as a reluctance. You know I miss you, I don't know.

Know who you're thinking. When you are alone at night, will you remember the days when I accompanied you? Will you miss me when you are here?

Future days? Will you think of the terrible me that makes you feel very quiet? Will you remember what else belongs to you and me?

what's up It's no use thinking about anything now,

Just,

I still miss you!

There are really many fates on the road of life.

There's a lot to say,

We met and separated, when we met, it was chilly in spring, and when we separated, it was rainy in summer; When we met,

Your eyes are full of me, and I still have you in my heart when we are apart. The world is like this, I can't control it, I can only handle it properly.

Xie, if you can't cross this bridge, you can only cry in your heart. The piano music at night is full of affection and heartbreak. If you see it for the first time,

The otherworldly me in your eyes,

I don't eat fireworks,

Hug you in a dream,

Let go,

I woke up from a dream,

You left,

I'm disappointed.

Super,

All worldly things; Ye, the world is still young. If it's the first time in life, all I know is homesick.

Forget Sichuan, just want to make love. Drink Meng Po and you'll want to get deep! What do you mean?

According to legend, after the death gate, the last road is called Huang Quan Road, and the other side of the road is blooming, but there are no leaves. Flowers and leaves live and disappear, but they miss each other forever. At the end of the road, there is a river called Forgetting River and a bridge called Naihe Bridge. There is an earthen platform opposite Naihe Bridge called Wangxiangtai. There is a pavilion called Meng Po Pavilion near Wangxiangtai. A woman named Meng Po is waiting there, handing a bowl of Meng Po soup to every passer-by. There is a stone called Sansheng Stone by the Wangchuan River. Drinking Meng Po Tang makes people forget everything. Sanshengshi records the afterlife of past lives. Cross Naihe Bridge, take a last look at the world on the homesickness platform, have a glass of water and boil this life.

The meaning of the article should be: I walked across the forgotten river and wanted to ask where love came from. After drinking Meng Po Tang, I just wanted to be passionate.

What do you mean, if you don't do it for yourself, you will persist in vain?

Hello, love is not for yourself, you are obsessed with it. Literally means:

Infatuation is not for yourself, even if you are infatuated with him (her) for three generations.

It means to love someone so much that he (she) is the only one in his (her) eyes, as deep as the ocean, and he (she) will not regret it even if he (she) pays three lives.

If it helps, please adopt it.

The lyrics include "You are still waiting patiently on my bridge". What's the name of this song?

If there is an afterlife, you are still waiting for the bridge.

Lyrics and composition: the moon cuts the west wind

Singing: wind chimes, moon shadows

W: Do you think you should love or not?

Because reality can't bear this love.

Man: Let go for love and leave for love.

This belated love (female: belated love)

He: It can only be, it can only be hurt.

W: You said you couldn't put it down without it.

Because love has been buried deep in the bone marrow

Man: Give up what you love for love.

This misplaced love (female: misplaced love)

Together: doomed is doomed is doomed is helpless.

Woman: I can't forget this beautiful injury.

M: I can't forget the helplessness of deep affection and shallow pain.

W: Even if there is no future.

M: Even in the afterlife, it's still very sad.

Woman: If there is an afterlife.

M: If there is an afterlife.

Female: You are still next to my Naihe Bridge (male: next to Naihe Bridge).

Together: keep waiting

Woman: If there is an afterlife.

M: If there is an attacker.

Female: You are still next to my Naihe Bridge (male: next to Naihe Bridge).

Together: keep waiting

Soft branches brushed the running water and flowers fell in the grass. What does it mean to fall in love with Yang Liuan and drink a bowl of acacia wine?

If the heart is like snow, the feather that writes slowly is Gong Yan; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, eyebrows are low, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Shui Yunjian, I want to wake up the clear water with the flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery. Even if I am silent, I am still happy. ● Dawn-night ......

Who can know what this means? Be specific. Thank you.

Who is the best singer of Acacia, wait, year after year; Who is it, stroking her eyebrows and indifferent to vicissitudes of life? Looking at the bits and pieces of attachment, listening to the deep and shallow vows of eternal love, reading the tenderness of the thread, is that your face, or the unspeakable goodbye, is that your obsession, or the time when lovesickness becomes a ruin. Overlooking this prosperous time, it shattered the world of mortals, and you were filled with legends. When we touch time, how much prosperity can we wait for? Time and wind will not dry up the ocean, so we call it the sea; Time can't bite the moon, so we call it Cang Yue. We can't keep the years, so the piece in our hearts is called the passage of time. Life is only a hundred years, so you can't attach it to your face. You can learn to dress up only if you can't stay vicissitudes. The gratitude around us proves that we still have a trace of customs that can't be killed by years, and there are still pictures worth leaving. Grateful for a lifetime, maybe we have a chance to look back for a hundred years.

When time is old, laugh when it penetrates; Time and space are tired, and when they meet again, it smiles; The space is tired, look before going to bed and think about the Millennium. The world sinks with you and it smiles. A hundred years later, decadent thoughts are like a gentle melody with a broken string. I wrote my gentle words in heaven, which made me feel dead again. The front of my brain is burnt out, and the top of Galand is hard to tell you the vicissitudes of life. Hate is too short to resist lingering love. The gentle eyes you want are my vows full of red dust. Tides talk to themselves, blue and white, deep sea love holds. Before going to bed, I am attached to you, your face and your words for the last time.

Hold a red light, borrow three points and read a volume of feelings. The picture scroll is three feet long, and the affection is three thousands of feet. This scroll is three feet long and several thousands of feet deep. It is tender and tender. Inch by inch. Pen dyeing, ink immersion pen velvet, velvet wet feeling thick, thick ink fragrance. This pen, paper tears, dust scattered. Wash it away, and the dirt of this life will be washed away for you. This piece of paper, iron pen as silk, winding down the fragrance. Radiant, this candle of life tears with you. I am an ink painter in the world. How does a thick ink turn into a melancholy between smiles? You are a nostalgic guest in the world of mortals. You can't crush the spoony heart of the hero with all your powder. The more perfect, the more riddled. But we really can't look back at the middle paragraph. Neither qualified to be riddled with holes nor qualified to ignore scars. Perhaps, some sadness can only be washed away by time. Picturesque mountains and rivers, proudly clear sky, there is this unparalleled ode.

At first, it was consensual loneliness. Even the flow by the Naihe Bridge can't resist the fiery and love-hate vicissitudes handed down from generation to generation. The sadness of dying beauty, the end of the song, the separation of people, the outflow. In the end, everyone was speechless and indifferent, walking in the loneliness of light all day. Hao's wrist is like snow, smiling like a flower, a flawless lamp, like a monument made of thousands of hectares of glass! Three lives, ten lives, three lives, rise and fall, honor and disgrace, but because of your reason. Clothes are like snow, people are like jade, swords are like rainbows, sleeves are like exercises, residual makeup is gorgeous, and stars and Han people are lonely. A long moment has passed. The Sanskrit is like a wheel, and the Buddhist temple may cross this deep-rooted person? There is no regret in the interweaving of palm prints, and the waiting of a thousand-year-old jade is warm. The only way is to be apart for a long time without feeling sad.

If the memory turns yellow and gently rubs into a wound, if the white dress flutters in an instant, if the woman is just a lily in the night, how can we touch the trace of the time crack and turn it into a scarred wing? I can't forget the gentleness of the daughter of life and death, the brilliance of white clothes, the sadness of acacia like blood and tears, and the sad truth. She is your eternal arrival, your bright smile and your stupid eyes; She is the moment when you are immortal and sleepless; She is your eternal arrival, holding your hand and growing old with your son. That's a joke to cheat the world of mortals. That's the closest thing to eternal yearning!

You can't see birth and death, you can't see your stumbling back after the passage of time, and you can't see the frosty temples carved by time. So many thoughts are just a kind of giving up. The night wind is rustling, looking at the lonely world, looking at the blue horizon and looking at the infinite ancient stone steps. Time has stopped shamefully, the talent displayed mercilessly is flawless, and it is celebrated under the bright moon, which is worthy of the false world of mortals.

If there is love in the sky, it will be old, endless, lingering, involuntary gift, doomed love robbery. One day, I saw the ancient Buddha. I want to ask, what is missing? The ancient Buddha knew what it was like to miss. He looked at generations of idiots, but he didn't understand the charm of this dance. Life is a kind of vicissitudes, or it is whitewashed. Immortal dust washes through the present, and the sobbing gray becomes the master of each other. A hairpin flower, like the rich flower of Buddha Xie, faded into the legendary prosperity, like yesterday, like a lock. The horizon is infinite. The smile in front of the Buddha flower is not old for thousands of years, bypassing the beads. ......