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In the second day of junior high school, a very playboy boy fell in love with a girl, and the boy decided to treat the girl wholeheartedly from now on. But the girl didn't accept his love. The girl's good friend quietly told the boy that in fact, the girl began to like him from grade one. But what he did made the girl very sad. The girl is happy to know that he likes herself, and the terrible boy is just playing. Hearing this, the boy's eyes turned red, and he regretted it. When he got home that night (no one was at home), he knelt on the balcony with a fruit knife, looked up at the stars and said that he was determined to love that girl wholeheartedly, and would never be disturbed again, and would never change in his life. Blood dripped on the ground along the knife, and the boy seemed to see the girl nodding in a pool of blood, and the boy smiled.

After that day, the boy changed. He no longer fights with a large group of girls, nor does he need to ride other girls home. This boy is very good. I have been silently staying with the girl, accompanying her to do her homework and sending her home. It's raining, and the girl doesn't have an umbrella. The boy immediately handed the umbrella to the girl, but he rushed into the rain curtain with his head in his arms. . . Finally, the girl was slowly moved, and she believed in the boy's love. One day, it was the boy's birthday, and the girls and their good friends went to celebrate the boy's birthday. That park is an island, and the river is particularly beautiful and quiet at night. They stood on the bridge, watching the rainbow lights on the bridge in the distance reflecting the waves in the water, bathing in the wet wind and listening to the melting snow dripping on the bridge. Suddenly, the girl found that the boy held her hand, and the girl blushed and subconsciously shrank her hand back. But the boy's hand is very strong, and he still holds it tightly, which is very warm and warm in the cold winter. . . Go and play there. The boy broke the silence. Very good! Let's go to the haunted house to play! Friends cheered. In fact, they are secretly trying to find a way to leave boys and girls behind and see what will happen. Hehe, the haunted house is really scary. Dim lights, reflective blood characters, strange stories, rushed out from time to time. The girl was so scared that she squatted behind the boy and shouted. The boy patted the girl on the head and smiled. Little fool, no one wants to hurt you with me around. Don't be afraid! Out of the haunted house, their friends don't know where to hide. It happened that they were walking in Nakakoji, Lin. The girl grabbed the boy and said she would give him a gift. The girl tied a scarf around the boy's neck. The boy hugged the girl, and the girl was embarrassed to break free. The boy didn't know where a bunch of roses had changed. It is so beautiful in the bright moonlight. I like you. The boy confessed, the girl panicked and cried. The boy gently wiped away the tears for the girl. . . . . I don't know where my friends came out again, cheering and scattering rose petals in the air. The bright moonlight shines on the bright red roses in the snow against the stars. Is that love? Maybe. It's really beautiful. . . . .

(2)

The girl snuggled in the boy's arms and said that now he is only 15 years old and she is only 14 years old. They are all too young, and girls don't want anything to happen too early. . . Girls let boys wait for her 10 years. If the boy still loves her after 10 years, she will definitely marry that boy. But if a boy falls in love with another girl, please tell her and let her break up. She said she didn't want to be dumped. . . . . The boy covers the girl's mouth, and he will wait for the girl for ten years, saying that he will be willing even for life. . . The girl shook her head and said with a sigh that she didn't believe in forever. Later, boys and girls were admitted to the same high school in another city. The boy still loves the girl, but he finds that the girl is getting colder and colder. He was in a panic. He found the girl close to another boy. He was very angry and didn't know what to do. Maybe the girl has changed her mind. Maybe that boy is really great. Maybe. . . A friend came to comfort him and said that the boy would be better than him. This girl won't like this boy. Girls really just treat boys as friends. But he didn't believe it. Coincidentally, he and the boy had the same birthday. Boys invited girls to play in KFC at two o'clock in the afternoon, and girls signed up. In the afternoon 1: 50, the boys rushed to the gate of KTC to wait for the girls, ticking, the hands turned round and round, and it slowly got dark. It's seven o'clock and the girl still hasn't come. . . The boy is desperate. He seems to see the girl playing with the boy. Thunder and lightning, heavy rain, the boy was indifferent. Be there or be square, haha! Be there or be square Tears ran down his cheeks in the rain, and the boy turned to the sky and shouted, "Tell me why?" Who can answer him? Who will answer him? The boy was wandering in the street and was accidentally knocked down by an ambulance. In a blur, he seemed to see a girl.

(3)

The boy was admitted to the hospital, but fortunately he was not very heavy. The students all came to see the boy, and the boy looked around. Helpless, I still can't find the girl. . . After the injury, the boy left, quietly left, no one knows, the boy said, leaving this sad city, maybe he won't be sad anymore. . .

During the day, the boy was occupied by endless homework. He tried to paralyze himself and forget the girl, but he failed. Whenever the night is dead, the boy always leans on the windowsill, looks at the moon, caresses the shoulder where the girl once snuggled up, and cries without tears. That boy is really excellent, tall and handsome, with good grades and so on. Many girls want to chase him, but boys say that although his heart has four cavities, it can only hold one person.

Time flies, how many days in the Spring and Autumn Period. Nine years later, the boy will celebrate his birthday again. He still remembers the promise made by the girl 10 years ago, but where can this empty check with an oath be honored? The boy went back to the happy city, looking for his and her footprints. Fortunately, this city is basically unchanged from 10 years ago. Unconsciously, the boy came to the park again. 10 years ago, the scene reappears, the iron chain bridge holding hands, the forest path he walked, and the place where he once kissed the girl. . . Hmm? The boy found a grave, and the tombstone was full of roses. This boy is very strange. At this moment, an old man sweeping the floor came along. The boy asked curiously about the origin of the tomb. The old man stopped and said with a sigh. Nine years ago, in another city, the girl was waiting in front of a KFC, but the man hadn't come yet. Just as the girl wanted to leave, she was accidentally injured by two gangsters who had just robbed the bank. More unfortunately, the girl was knocked down by an ambulance on her way to the hospital. Waste a lot of time. When she was taken to the hospital, the girl died of excessive blood loss. Before she died, the girl said that she must be buried here because she believed that a boy she loved deeply would propose to her, and I agreed at that time. He made me believe forever. . . . Well, if she hadn't hit the boy, the girl would have been saved. The boy froze after listening to the old man's words. He suddenly remembered two CKFC in that city at that time, but the boy didn't say which one. It happened that the boy went to a new store that had just opened for two days.

The boy understood. . .

Ah!

It is raining again.

Water drops in my heart.

Reflects you.

How beautiful

won't forget

Ah!

The cloud is crying again.

That's a tear for you.

be together

What's the matter?

I do.

. . . . . . . . . .

(Last article)

The next morning, the park ranger found a man's body. The man lay peacefully in front of the grave, quietly leaning on the flower bed behind the wordless tablet. With 99 bright red roses in his hand. . .

As beautiful as a night ten years ago, he loved her as much as ten years ago, with the same bright moonlight and ninety-nine roses as ten years ago. )

Marry me. Okay？

Corydalis is a very common flower, almost no one will notice her existence, but every time I see this little creature, I can't help but squat down and study it carefully-look at her open oval inflorescence, as long as I give her a little space, she can fly happily. In the spring of March, wandering on the ridge of the south of the Yangtze River, you will find Corydalis eye-catching. She is so pure, so full of energy. She came to this land naturally. She lived so freely and had her hardships and difficulties, but all this, like sunshine and rain, is the inherent connotation of life itself for her.

Corydalis has a beautiful love story:

Corydalis was still a seed then. She felt picked up by a greedy bird and flew in the air for a long time. She is very sad, because she left her mother and many brothers and sisters, and her gorgeous life, which has not yet begun to bloom, will end like this. But then the bird met a fierce big bird. In order to avoid the big bird, the bird opened its mouth for help. In this way, Yuanhu flower floated down from the high sky and took root in this valley.

But she is satisfied with this valley, where she can see the blue sky, countless tall trees accompany her, and a clear stream flows around her. So, before long, Corydalis forgot the pain of leaving her relatives and living in a foreign land, took root and sprouted happily, and blossomed beautiful flowers.

The surrounding trees also like her very much and regard her as their little sister, because she is really a beautiful flower, and almost all trees think so. In this valley, few flowers take root and sprout here, and some are just ordinary small wildflowers. The beauty of Corydalis is unprecedented in trees, and everyone is willing to take care of her consciously. When the weather is good, the trees will put away the dense branches and leaves, so that corydalis flowers can bathe in the sun more. When it rains heavily, the trees will stretch out their branches and leaves to protect her from the falling raindrops. Corydalis, on the other hand, is naturally grateful to the surrounding trees. When she is in a good mood, she will sing a touching song. The trees are often intoxicated by her singing, and those tiny branches swing gently and dance in the wind with Corydalis's singing.

Spring is coming, and the warm wind brings news to the valley. Spring is the season for flowers to talk about love. Love haunts many flowers. They are worried all day and miss their sweetheart. Corydalis has no lover, so she doesn't worry. She is still living happily. When the weather is fine, I sing a song I made up, and then look at the intoxicated tree and giggle. In the eyes of all people, Corydalis is always happy, always beautiful and never disturbed.

One afternoon, corydalis flowers were lazily bathed in the sun as usual. The warm sunshine made her feel comfortable, and the spring breeze intoxicated her, so as usual, she sang happily. Suddenly a rush of footsteps interrupted her. The voice was urgent and flustered, approaching her from far and near. Before she knew what was going on, a rabbit chased by a hunter came running in a hurry, and finally something terrible happened. The rabbit stepped on corydalis. Corydalis felt a sharp pain, and then fell feebly.

In a daze, she saw the hunter coming towards her. She closed her eyes in despair with a premonition that her life was coming to an end. But after a long time, nothing happened. She opened her eyes curiously, only to see the hunter crouching in front of her and looking at her. She had never been in such close contact with strangers, so, for some reason, she blushed.

The hunter didn't hurt her, but sighed with regret. He lifted her up with his strong hands. Corydalis can feel his hands rough but so warm. The hunter was very careful when he helped her, but when he touched her wound, she couldn't help crying in pain.

The hunter wanted to know why the dew fell from the petals in broad daylight. He grabbed one with his hand and tasted it. The dew with floral fragrance seems to be salty. The hunter smiled. He said to Corydalis, "You are really a spiritual flower."

Later, the hunter left and continued to chase his hare, but the corydalis began to change.

Her wound healed quickly, but the tree found that the corydalis had changed. When the weather is fine, she doesn't sing or giggle. She sighs all day, or is immersed in a long daydream. "I'm afraid she's in love," concluded a very old tree. But which one is the lucky flower? The trees are guessing.

Only Corydalis knows the specific things. Many times, the hunter will unconsciously emerge in her mind. No one has taught her that a flower can only marry another flower, which is the fate of flowers and plants. The innocent corydalis flower was moved by the hunter. She often remembered the hunter's first look at her, and the pity in her eyes moved her. She can't forget the warm hands when the hunter picked her up, rough and powerful, but so careful, as if afraid of hurting her again.

Corydalis every day all the troubles are expecting the hunter to come again, or stupidly thinking of the hunter's eyes and warm hands. Every night, all the dreams of Corydalis are hunters. In the dream, she saw the hunter say that she was a spirit flower and smiled at her.

Spring passed quickly, followed by summer, autumn and winter. Corydalis spends every day looking forward to the arrival of the hunter, but the hunter never appears again. Because it's only a valley, the hunter may never know this place if he hadn't chased rabbits by mistake. But Corydalis doesn't understand why hunters no longer appear. All her thoughts are about hunters, but she has no ability to find hunters, because her roots bind her and make her unable to move.

As the days passed, corydalis flowers became more and more haggard. In spring, she stopped sprouting and produced beautiful flowers. Violet's life is coming to an end, but she doesn't know it, and she is still thinking about the hunter stupidly.

Then one day, the hunter happened to pass by this valley again. He remembered that he had been here and helped a beautiful flower trampled by rabbits. The flower was so beautiful that he later regretted taking her home. He looked everywhere, but he didn't see the flower. Finally, under a big tree, he found a flower that had dried up and fell to the ground.

The dying corydalis flower felt that she was held up by a pair of warm and powerful hands. She tried to open her eyes and saw the man she missed so much. She didn't know whether it was because she was happy or sad. Tears could not help but flow down, but those were the last few tears in her life.

The hunter was surprised to find that dew was still dripping on the dying flower. He tasted a drop, but the dew was salty and scented with flowers. "So you are a very spiritual flower ..."

This sentence is the last sentence Corydalis heard. Then she closed her eyes and died laughing.

Oh! Poor Corydalis, your infatuation deeply touched me. It is painful to wait for love sincerely, but it is also happy to die in the arms of the person you love with a smile!

It's another sad love story, but do we also see what this ordinary little flower has that we don't have? I hope all the friends who like corydalis flowers can live happily. Because it brings us infinite hope and persistence in life. There is a touching legend. It is said that people go to the gate of hell first after death, and take a road called the ecliptic after passing the gate of hell. The other side of the road is full of flowers, which looks like a carpet paved with blood from a distance. Huang Quan Road is called "the road of fire" because it has the charm of fire. The flowers over there are the flowers that bloom on the yellow road. Because flowers and Ye Sheng bloom in two different seasons, you can't see leaves when they bloom, and you can't see flowers when there are leaves. It's wrong that flowers and leaves don't meet. It is also the only scenery and color on this long yellow road. People followed this flower to the prison of the underworld. After crossing the flowery ecliptic on the other side, you reach the forgotten river. The forgotten river is blood yellow, and it is full of ghosts and ghosts that cannot be reborn. Insects and snakes are everywhere, and the waves are rolling ... There is a sansheng stone by the forgotten river, and the words on the stone are bright red as blood, engraved with four words, reaching the other side as early as possible; . You can carve the names of the people you love most in this life and the people you want to wait for in the next life on the stone. After crossing the river, Meng Po Tang makes you forget everything. If you cross the bridge again in the afterlife, you can find the names of past lives and afterlife, as well as your favorite people. There is a unique bridge on the Forgot River called Naihe Bridge. At the end of Naihe Bridge, there is a homesick platform, which is the last place to see my hometown and relatives. Before you forget all the memories in this life, before you reinvent yourself as another person, you can take a last look at your love and hate, your dreams, the person you love most in this life, and the person you want to wait for in the next life. There is a Meng Po next to Wangxiangtai, with a bucket of Meng Po soup in his hand. Everyone is going to Naiheqiao, and Meng Po will ask you if you want to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. Mengpo soup is made of forget Sichuan water, also called forget Sichuan water. If you drink it, you will forget the rest of your life. Love and hate of life, ups and downs of life, gains and losses, will be forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po Tang. People who care about this life, people who hate this life, will be strangers in the next life ... not everyone will be willing to drink Meng Po Tang. Because in this life, there will always be people who love and don't want to forget. In order to see the love of this life again in the next life, I don't have to drink Meng Po Tang, so I have to jump into the forgotten river and suffer, and wait for thousands of years to be reborn. However, you have been tortured for thousands of years, but you can only watch your lover cross the bridge again and again, but you can't meet each other. After thousands of years, he (she) no longer remembers you, and you may not be his (her) favorite ... They all say that you and I will never meet, but they don't know that this is you and me forever. We used to be old spirits on the Sansheng stone, accompanied by thousands of years, watching the dust of the world, joys and sorrows, and reincarnation. On that day, the Buddha said, you need to enter the world of mortals. I asked Buddha about our marriage, and Buddha closed his eyes. "Only once in a lifetime." I asked Buddha's ancestors: Looking back a thousand times in previous lives, I returned to the other side of autumn in this life, and I remained silent and open, sending away the ghosts coming and going one by one. In a thousand years, I watched him pass by me in a hurry, without stopping or stopping.

Look at me. In this thousand years, he never came when I was in full bloom. Another 1000 year began in the process of opening and falling, and came to an end. He changed his posture and took to the Naihe Bridge, and picked up Meng Po's soup. My tears flow and flow, and my heart is broken and broken. I called him: Shahua, I'm your manju, don't you remember? ! Finally, on the other side of autumn, when I was in full bloom with white flowers, he came, with a dusty face and a haggard face, and came to my side. I thought he would be in a hurry to drink Meng Po Tang, which made him forget me more and more. However, when he passed me, he actually slowed down and turned to look at me. With that look, the dry tears in my heart gushed like spring water; Only that one look will turn thousands of years of depression in my heart into tears; Only that look, all kinds of bitterness are gone. On the other side of autumn, I drive very fresh and pure.

It is thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of meeting once a year. Every time he looks back, I have a deep scar in my heart. Year after year ... I don't remember how many millennia. He suddenly stopped in front of me, mumbling, deja vu, deja vu ... I was surprised that my heart was completely broken at that time, and the white flowers turned red, like fire, like tea, like blood at that moment ... He retreated to the bridge in shock, and Meng Po Tang spilled from the bowl in his trembling hand. ...

Since then, on the other side of autumn, the forgotten river is full of bloody flowers, dazzling, gorgeous and rare. When the flowers were blooming, he came again, wandering around me, and when he stepped onto the bridge, he looked back and muttered, Manzhu? Manzhu? I have no tears. Meng Po sighed. This is the only sigh I have heard in ten thousand years.

At this time, some people say that on the other side of autumn, the banks of the Santu River in Forgotten River will bloom, evoking people's memories of life. This flower is on the other side.

Thousands of times of looking back, rubbing shoulders, meeting, getting to know each other, and knowing each other, the Buddhist language has come true, so I calmly opened it and settled down, waiting for love after a thousand years. Love comes calmly, but it is shocking. He squatted down, kissed my face and whispered, Manzhu, I won't forget you again. I want you to stay with me. I suddenly looked at him. Doesn't he remember that Buddha said that we only meet once in our life? He smiled at me, quietly picked a flower, hid it in his sleeve and walked onto the bridge. I saw him smiling and watching me drink the soup slowly. Meng Po's face flashed a strange smile. The Buddha said that we violated God's will and never saw each other again. But he's smiling, smiling comfortably. So he became a leaf on my stem. Only when the leaf fell can it bloom, and all the flowering leaves have fallen off. He said, we don't want to meet once in a lifetime and we don't want to forget each other. This is that we will live together forever, never separate, never forget! Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures say: 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 a cause and effect, but a life and death doomed by fate. Thus, the flower on the other side has another name in Buddhist language: Manzhu Shahua. It's time to drive to the tea garden and stay with Meng Po Bridge forever. ...