A blooming flower, a flower from the other side, whether it is blooming with loneliness in midsummer or the beautiful prosperity on Huangquan Road, they all represent separation and sadness.
In Buddhism, there is a saying that the flowers on the other side are the flowers on the other shore. The realm of life and death is like this shore, and the realm of transcending life and death, without love and hatred is like the other shore. However, those flowers on the other shore bloom and fall every thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
My dear, flowers bloom all over the ground for a season. You will never understand a woman's humble thoughts, just as you will never remember the flower language of blooming flowers - the beauty of the end.
I thought I could break away from the fate of falling off the ground by being low in the dust; I thought I finally found you in heaven and earth, a person who is willing to soak my tears in wine and hide them in the wind, and taste the taste; I thought I was a little green among your thousands of flowers, the one who made you willing to return to your roots in this spring.
It was only later that I discovered that the past life had consequences in this life, and we met each other in a hurry just to catch up with the unfolding of fate.
Probably I owed you in my previous life.
I smelled the fragrance of its flowers and saw clearly the desolation of its ruins.
I finally understood Tu Mihua.
I buried these icing on the cake sentiments into the soil of time, layer by layer, and then waited for my quiet years in ordinary days.