I have a body of the other side of the flower, and then tattoo, add what is more beautiful!

Legend has it that after the death of a person first to the ghost gate, after the ghost gate will be on a road called the Yellow Springs Road. The road is full of large pieces of flowers, far from the look, like the blood of the carpet. The Yellow Springs Road because of its flowers red like fire and is referred to as the road of fire.

The flowers on the other side of the river are the flowers that bloom on the path of the Yellow Springs. Because the flowers and leaves bloom in two different seasons, so when the flowers can not see the leaves, when there are leaves can not see the flowers, flowers and leaves do not see each other, the birth of the wrong. It is also the only scenery and color on the long Yellow Springs Road. People follow the guidance of these flowers to the hell of the underworld. After that blooming flowers of the Yellow Springs Road, to the River of Forgetfulness, the River of Forgetfulness water is blood yellow, inside all of the lonely ghosts can not be reincarnated ...... The river is next to a three life stone, stone on the word as bright red as blood, engraved with four words; early to the other side of the shore, you can carve on the stone your favorite person in this life and the next life you want to wait for the name of the person.

There is a unique bridge on the River of Forgetfulness called the Naihe Bridge. At the end of the bridge there is a lookout platform, which is the last place where you can look at your hometown and loved ones from afar. Before you forget all the memories of this life, before you change your body and become another person again, you can take a last look at your love and hate, your soul, your favorite person in this life, and the person you still want to wait for in the next life.

There is a Mengwoman next to Wangxiang Terrace, carrying a bucket of Mengwu soup in her hand, everyone has to walk on the Naiho Bridge, Mengwu have to ask you whether to drink a bowl of Mengwu soup. Mengbo soup is boiled with forgetful water, also known as forgetful water, drink it will forget this life. A lifetime of love and hate, a life of gain and loss will be with this bowl of Mengbo soup to forget cleanly. The person you hold on to in this life, the person you hate in this life, will be strangers in the next life, and you will not know each other ...... Not everyone will willingly drink Mengbo soup. Because in this life, there will always be people who have loved and do not want to forget. In order to see the favorite of this life again in the next life, you can not drink Mengbo soup, then you have to jump into the river of forgetfulness, suffer a lot, and wait for thousands of years to be reincarnated. However, a thousand years you suffer in the river, but can only watch your lover time and time again across the bridge but can not meet, a thousand years later, he (she) does not remember you, you may also have been not his (her) favorite ......

We used to be the old spirit of the three life stones, a thousand years together, to see all the earthly destiny, sadness and happiness, the cycle of life and death. That day, the Buddha said you need to enter the red dust. I asked the Buddha about our marriage destiny, the Buddha closed his eyes, "Only one side of a lifetime." I asked the Buddha, "A thousand times I looked back in my past life, in exchange for a single brush of the shoulders in this life. A thousand times in a previous life, in exchange for a meeting in this life. A thousand encounters in the past life were exchanged for an acquaintance in this life. A thousand encounters in the past life, in exchange for an acquaintance in this life. A thousand times we knew each other in the past life, in exchange for a love in this life. But is it true?" The Buddha smiled without saying a word.

I landed on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness and was born on the banks of the River of Three Paths, where it was gloomy and cold. There was only a bridge, and the old man on it who kept a pot of soup year after year. All kinds of people walked past me, walked up to the bridge, drank the soup in the bowl, and hurriedly walked down the bridge again. Some people walk by, I will hear the lingering whimpering, the promise of a lifetime, I sympathize, and the old man on the bridge seems to be nothing to hear, still the usual ride on the soup, sent to the people on the bridge. Days long, I realized that this bridge is called the bridge of Naiho, the old man, called to do Meng. I asked Meng, what is that sound? Meng said, that is the heart-rending love, heart-rending hate, is the world's most useless Dan Dan vow. It turns out that the soup in Meng's bowl, called Mengbo soup, can forget the previous life, on the bridge people drink, will be this time all the grudges and sentiments of all forget, and then wait for the next reincarnation

I asked Meng, he is not going to forget me? I asked her if she would forget about me too. I asked her when I would blossom. Meng said that I would blossom when it was time to blossom. I looked forward to the blossoming of the flowers, to the blooming of my most beautiful face, and to the once-in-a-lifetime meeting with him. Meng looked at me and sighed, "It's time to go to the other side of the river again! I was puzzled. Then I learned that the three days before and after the spring equinox are called the Spring Equinox, and the three days before and after the fall equinox are called the Autumn Equinox, which are the days for visiting the graves. When the Autumn Equinox first came, I was amazed to find myself blooming with white flowers, like frost, like snow, puffing all over the bank of the Three Ways River. Meng said, with the other side of the flower, this yellow spring to guide the road is no longer lonely. The other side of the flower? Is she talking about me? No, my name is Manju, not the other bank. Year after year, I bloom on time, piece by piece, at the time of each fall on the other shore. He came after all, in a hurry, before I had time to bloom. Hurriedly walking past me, I called him, desperately, Shawa! Shahua! He seems to have lost all sense of hearing, and just rushes past, so that I can't even touch the corner of his green shirt. I cried.

Mumbo said coldly, he is not called Shahua! No, he is my Shahua, the Shahua on the Three Lives Stone. I began to be silent when the tears could no longer flow. Every year on the other side of the shore in autumn, I remained silent and open, sending over one by one the dead souls that came and went. For a thousand years I watched him rush by me without stopping or looking at me. Another thousand years began and came to an end in a single opening and a single falling, as he changed his form and walked onto the Bridge of Naihe, carrying Meng's soup. My tears, flowing again and again, my heart, broken again and again, I called out to him: Shahua, I am your Manju, don't you remember?

Finally, on an autumn other side, when I had blossomed into a white flower, he came, with a dusty, haggard face, to my side. I had thought that he would again pass by in haste, and hastily drink the Mona soup that made him forget me further and further. However, as he walked by my side, he actually slowed down his pace and turned his head to look at me. Only that one look, the dry tears in my heart gushed out again like spring water; only that one look, the thousands of years of depression in my heart was turned into tears; only that one look, all kinds of grievances were like clouds dispersing. That time on the other side of the fall, I bloomed extraordinarily fresh and pure. It's been thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of seeing each other once a year, and every time he turns around and looks at me, he cracks a deep scar in my heart, one year at a time....... I don't remember how many millennia of encounters this has been, but he suddenly stops in front of me, muttering, "Déjà vu, déjà vu...". ....

I was amazed, the heart in that one completely broken, white flowers, in that instant tragically turned red, such as fire, such as Tantalum, such as blood ...... He was frightened to retreat to the bridge, Mengbo soup from his trembling hands of the bowl spilled ...... From then on, in the fall of the From then on, in the autumn of the other side of the river, the river of forgetfulness will be full of blood-colored flowers, eye-catching, gorgeous and demonic. He came again when the flowers bloomed, hovering around me, hovering, and at the moment of walking up to the bridge, he even turned back, muttering, Manju? Manju? I have no more tears. Mengmao let out a long sigh, which was the only sigh I had heard in these nearly ten thousand years.

He knelt down, kissed my face and said softly, "Manju, I will not forget you again, I want you to stay with me. I looked at him in a daze, did he not remember the Buddha said, we only meet once in a lifetime? He looked at me with a smile, and calmly picked a flower and hid it in his sleeve as he walked up the bridge, and I saw him smiling as he watched me slowly drink the soup. A strange smile flashed across Meng's face. The Buddha said that we have violated the will of heaven, and from now on we shall never see each other for eternity. Instead, he was smiling, a comforting smile. So he turned into a leaf on my stem, and the leaf fell so that the flower could blossom, and the leaf had fallen out of the blossom. He said, we don't want to meet once in a lifetime, we don't want to be strangers to each other. It is for us to be together for eternity, never to be separated again, never to be forgotten! Thus, the Buddhist scriptures say: the flowers on the other shore, bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not for cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death. Thus, the other side of the flower in the Buddhist language has another name: Manju Shahua.