Buddha land, holy realm.
It is said that there is a single pistil on the other side of Wangsheng. No leaves, just flowers.
The flowers are bright in color and cute. The petals are hanging down and floating in the Wangchuan, a tributary of Huangquan, which is so beautiful.
Once the flowering season is over and the flowers fade, dark green branches and leaves will appear. The branches and leaves are swaying, and the wind lingers.
This flower has blooms, leaves are withered, and the leaves are lush and the flowers are withered. Flowers and leaves never meet.
What goes around comes around, that's all.
As the song goes: Flowers of forgetfulness bloom on the other shore, but the flowers are gone and the leaves are gone.
Just a song, the legend of flowers and leaves.