Legend has it that there is a kind of flower called Bianhua. It is the memory of the previous life; it is also the testimony of the coming time. Walking on the Naihe Bridge, there are faint ancient lamps and worn-out bronze mirrors. The past between her and him has long been engraved on the Sansheng Stone. The flower demon Manzhu and the leaf demon Shahua will never meet again. So, what about them? After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, everything in front of me disappeared. On the road to the underworld, flowers like blood are blooming. The fragrance of flowers on the other side awakens the memory of the past. In my mind, a confused figure and a lone star passed by. Put your hands together, close your eyes, and go back to the past together. As if nothing has changed, in front of the Santu River, looking back, the flowers and leaves are speechless.