The Poems of Manzhu Shahua

Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and leaves and flowers will never meet. Love is not a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. "Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, and grass breaks the heart! Forget the river, the current forgets the river, the flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the boat of this river swims across the river.

Irises bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, but gorgeous people don't return. At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty. Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart!

Manzhu Shahua especially remembers childhood friends. Before I fell in love with you, our hearts had begun to bloom. You have gone away and become a red flower on the other side. Now that you're back, my youth is gone.

Poem: "Seven Laws Hurt Memories of a Bunch of Flowers on the Other Side" is short and short-lived, with long hair and plain yarn. I forgot that the color in the soup was dark, and the bridge was crying. Ghosts wander on Huang Quan Road, remembering a bunch of flowers on the other side. Why are leaves and flowers scattered? Who is deep in the nether world?

Word: "Flowers on the other side of the nine secluded places" smoke dissipates, and the long chain of locks follows the horse's face. Hair is covered, lips are cold and teeth are fighting, and feet are messy in the wind. Who will you look at when you look back and make up? Just set foot on the bridge, but looking back, this life is a bowl. The flowers on the other side, like lights, burn out the old things and are no longer red. There was no one in the nine secluded places, and the blood of the deceased poured, and his lips trembled with hunger. How can you be greedy? The road is as prosperous as a dream, and it is always late to understand. Outside the tomb of children and grandchildren, there is a message that fly ash is ten thousand.