After listening to this, Xiaohua retold what was in her mind, "There is such a legend about the flower on the other side. Legend has it that there were two people whose names were Pi and An, and God decreed that the two of them should never see each other. They cherished each other and admired each other, and finally one day, they met each other secretly in defiance of the rules of God. After they met, he found that Shore was a beautiful woman, and Shore also found that he was a handsome and dashing young man.

The result was doomed, because of the violation of the rules of heaven, the relationship was finally ruthlessly stifled. Heaven sent down a punishment and gave the two of them a vicious curse, since they wanted to have a private meeting regardless of the rules of heaven, they let them become the flowers and leaves of a flower, but this flower is very peculiar, there are flowers without leaves, leaves without flowers, life and life, flowers and leaves are wrong.

The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, and we will always know each other but we can't fall in love. On the other side of this life that cannot be touched, unload all memories, and flowers are yellow springs.

Legend has it that after countless reincarnations, one day the Buddha came here, and saw a flower on the ground with extraordinary temperament, red like fire, and the Buddha came to it to look carefully, and saw the mystery at a glance. The Buddha was neither sad nor angry, but he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and reached out to pull the flower out of the ground. The Buddha put the flower in his hand and said with emotion: "In the previous life, you couldn't see each other, after countless reincarnations, you can't stay in love, the so-called division and union is just fate and fate, you have the curse of heaven, so that you are destined but not dispersed, and you are not divided, I can't help you unravel this vicious spell, so I will take you to the other side, let you bloom all over the wilderness."

On the way to the other side, the Buddha passed by the Santu River in the underworld, and accidentally wet his clothes by the river, and there was the red flower that the Buddha carried, and when the Buddha came to the other side to untie the flower wrapped in the clothes and looked at it again, he found that the fiery red flowers had become pure white, the Buddha pondered for a moment, and laughed loudly: great joy is not as good as great sorrow, it is better to forget than to remember, right and wrong, how can you distinguish it, good flowers, good flowers. The Buddha planted this flower on the other side and called it a mandala flower, and because it was on the other side, he called it the flower of the other side. But the Buddha didn't know that he was on the Santu River, and the river was faded so that the flowers dripped all the red into the river, and he wailed all day long, which made people hear the sadness, and the Bodhisattva Jizo was very powerful, and when he learned that the mandala Hua had been born, he came to the river, took out a seed and threw it into the river, and after a while, a flower that was more red and bright than before grew out of the water, and Jizo took it in his hand and sighed: You got out and got free, why do you want to leave this boundless hatred in the boundless hell of the already bitter sea? I will ask you to be a guide messenger to guide them to samsara, just remember your color, there is already a mandala on the other side, so let's call you mansa beads.

Since then, there have been two completely different flowers on the other side of the world, one grows on the other side and the other is born on the side of the Santu River. It is said that many years have passed, there are two people in the world who love each other very much, but one year, the man was unfortunately killed when he went out on errands, he came to the Santu River, saw the blood red in his eyes, and his heart was very sad, he cried bitterly: "I don't want to be reincarnated, I want to go back to my wife, she is still waiting for me at home." He stumbled to Meng Po, and before drinking the forgetful soup, he asked Meng Po why the world is like this, and in the end, this soup is the only one who forgets his feelings. Meng Po smiled and didn't say anything, just asked him to drink quickly, he looked at the soup blankly, and said: "Everyone has to forget their feelings, I don't forget, after reincarnation, I want to find my wife." ”

When the man's wife learned of his death, she was so grief-stricken that she was saved by the man's family several times, and finally the woman promised not to commit suicide, but to be widowed for the rest of her life. When the man's family saw her strong personality, they were afraid that the old things would be brought up again, and they would make her sad in vain, so they thought that she had a heart, so they temporarily agreed to her and persuaded her to remarry after she was emotionally stable. In this way, the woman continued to live in the man's house, living by sewing.

He also said that after the man was reincarnated, he was really reborn in the town where he lived with the woman, time flew by, and unconsciously twenty years had passed, and one day he went out and passed by the door of the woman's widow, and felt strange in his heart, so he stopped and took a look, this look didn't matter, just happened to be seen by the woman head-on. After reincarnation, the man's appearance and temperament have completely changed, but as soon as the woman saw him, tears flowed down her eyes, and she walked up to the man and said, "You came to me." And he fainted to the ground. The man saw an old woman he didn't know fall in front of him, and hurriedly fled the place in fright.

Later, the woman was seriously ill, and she said something over and over before she died, but her voice was too small for anyone to hear clearly, so she didn't care, and the woman finally shed two lines of blood and tears, and died with a whimper. When the woman came to the underworld, she saw Meng Po and suddenly asked her very lightly: "Old woman, did a man tell you here that he would not forget me and would definitely come back to me?" Meng Po nodded. The woman was very distressed, and choked up: "Then why did he come back and refuse to recognize me, even if he said something to me, it would be good to come and see me before I die." Meng Po patted her on the shoulder and said, "You love each other very much, I appreciate your courage, so let's do it, when the answer comes in twenty years, I promise to let you see, but you can't be reincarnated before this, and you have to suffer here for twenty years, are you willing?" The woman said: "I am willing, if I don't see that answer, I can't let go of my love for him, even if I am reincarnated, I will have a heartache for a lifetime." The woman was then arranged by Meng Po to hoe the grass on the other side, in fact, there was no grass to hoe, but the woman's eyes were full of grass, hoeing and growing, and the hoeing would never be finished, just day after day, year after year.

Twenty years later, Meng Po took her to the gate of reincarnation and said, "You stand here and watch, but don't speak, the person you have been waiting for for twenty years is coming." The woman couldn't stand still in excitement, and finally calmed down, and stood there nervously waiting for her loved one to appear. At last he came, and it turned out that he was sick, not cured, and in his early forties, he died again. He walked up to her and Meng Po, Meng Po handed him the water of forgetfulness, he picked it up and was about to drink it, the woman was anxious, and said, "Have you forgotten what you said?" The man glanced at her, drank all the water in the bowl in his hand, and then walked into the reincarnation door.

Meng Po looked at the depressed woman and said, what is love? It's just a bowl of water, you drink it too, can you forget that it's not up to you, there is this life, there is no afterlife, even if you remember, if he forgets, what is the difference between it and really forgetting?

This story tells the story of the separation of flowers, sad memories, and tragedy.

So I just like the sea of flowers on the other side, but I don't like its story and its flower language, because