Flower or non-flower?
Is it a dream or not a dream?
There are poems praising flowers for the sake of love. Love species vary from flower to flower.
There is a poem about chanting chrysanthemums, which says: The movement of the hair is beautiful in the frost, and the fragrance in the corner of the mouth is chanted to the moon.
There is a poem about plum blossoms, which says: The cold peach blossoms and red snow have gone when I entered the world, and the fragrant fragrance coming from the world has cut purple clouds.
There are poems about flowers, which are out of love and infatuation: I ask about flowers with tearful eyes, and the flowers are silent, and the red flowers fly across the swing.
Can flowers interpret language? I can't help but laugh at his stupidity.
There are poems that cherish flowers. Every time when the flowers fall in spring, there is a loud moaning sound.
There is a sad poem about it, saying: The powder falls on the Baihua Island, and the fragrance lingers on the Swallow Tower.
No matter what kind of love or love, it is just the word love. What is love? It makes people agree in life and death.
There are many things in life that can be broken, but this word of love cannot be broken.
Then the Buddha laughed, and there was nothing wrong with breaking or not breaking. When one thought is enlightened, everything is enlightened.
(This article is now entering a period of comprehensive revision. Starting from Chapter 2, the text will be locked. Please forgive me)