Poetry about the reincarnation of Sandu River on the other side of the Yellow River.

There are flowers on the other side, and there is no chance between flowers and leaves. Forget that the river is calm, there is a natural barrier between him and the shore. The fire is long, and the previous life is scattered. May the sadness of heart and feelings be sad. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, goodbye. On the other side of Huang Zhao, flowers bloom for thousands of years. Love is not a cause and effect, and the fallen leaves come back to the roots for another thousand years. The flower on the other side is the flower that forgets love. Flowers fall and forget the other side of Sichuan. The flower on the other side, the devil's flower. Love has long been reluctant to read. Flower on the other side, water moon mirror flower. The flower shadow in the mirror is very long. Flowers are on the other side, purple strangers' flowers. The world of mortals is rolling without touching. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the grave. The sky is empty and the leaves are slender. Flowers on the other side, flowers of desert dust. Heart and wish are the opposite of dreams. The flower on the other side, the flower of reincarnation. There are endless flowers. Flowers on the other side, flowers of dreams. Tianxin infinite flowers smile. The sadness of the other shore flower's previous life; Naihe Bridge, the bond of this life. Like blood, like fire, dancing in sadness; Abandoned, forgotten, reborn in despair. Confused, I saw the fiery red ahead, lost, and caught a glimpse of the Naihe Bridge around me. Confused, desperate, left behind, reborn, we walked like this, with the passing of life and time, only to find that we have come to an end, or that our soul has become fiery red, or that we have lost everything in this life and been reborn. Pick a flower on the other side and drink a bowl of Mengpo tea. The dark world, either away or back. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, out of reach, how sad it is; Naiheqiao, what can you do? If you don't give up, you will be left behind. How helpless this is. Squat down and touch the flowers on the other side; Tilt your head and observe Naihe Bridge. Past lives, a sad and desperate world, is it nostalgia? Is it discarded? Staring at the darkness of this world, leaving a drop of cold tears, or holding a little. All this can only be chosen by ourselves, or it can't be chosen by ourselves. ......