Ancient style sentences about the flower of the other side

1. Manzhu Shahua, the flower of the other shore, travels to the bank of the Three Rivers to cross over to life and death; the flower blooms on the other shore, and the flower falls in the yellow spring. The flower is leafless, and the green leaf hides the flower; the two do not meet, life and death The paths are wrong, the fire shines on the road, the blood light reaches the sky; the thoughts of the past life, the calamity of the future life, are endless, and the thoughts will last forever. ——Xiaoxiao Muyu's "Manzhu Shahua"

2. Who planted the Manzhu Shahua on the other side, letting it dye the Huangquan red, making it sad for three lives, seeing through Po Meng, and breaking through the world of mortals.

3. The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but the bridge is empty. The heartbroken grass is worried about the broken heart, and the three lives are determined in front of the three lives stone.

4. Flowers bloom on the other side of the Santu River, and the leaves and petals will never meet.

The blood-red flowers look like flowers on the other side of the bridge, and the flowers on the other side appear in Meng Po's soup.

As I raised my head to drink, tears burst out, and the pain of the past and present life reappeared.

The city of death is covered with bones, and there are still red flowers on both sides of the river.

5. The flower of the other shore blooms every thousand years and falls every thousand years. The miss of a thousand years turns into a cinnabar mole in the heart...

6. The flower of the other shore is the flower of hell. Born in Wangchuan, flourishing in Wangchuan, year after year, the root of the other side flourishes.

The flower of the other shore, the flower of charm. The demon shines in the bright red, and shines in the bright red. Life after life, the demon shines in the soul on the other side.

The flower of the other shore, the flower of separation and sorrow, is in vain to give birth to the soul, and forgets to give birth to the soul. Searching and searching, in vain to forget the sorrow of the other shore.

7. One thousand years and one shore, one man, one pearl and one sandalwood, we will never see each other again for the rest of our lives.