Bianhua

The vines outside the window ran over the wall, immersing the entire autumn. The bloody bright red smudges in the sky, and the delicate buds and the wind dance in the night.

Red, her color, enchanting, enchanting, blooming, sorrowful. Such as fire, such as sputum, such as blood, such as poison. She is the road to the underworld, Huangquan Road, the only scenery, the only flower in the underworld of the underworld - the other side ... Manzhu Shahua.

I don't know what causes it to bloom here. Seeing the petal that stretched out like a hand, it was inexplicably heartbroken again. These flowers are in full bloom and are laid on this road leading to the distance. Those lucky or unfortunate people passed the Forgotten River, stepped on the other side of the flower, and went to the place I could not see. Such an ominous flower blooms, but it is fascinating and unparalleled, making everything in the world stunned.

Touching gently, the petals are so fragile that they fall, but they are so beautiful. Perhaps it was because she poured out the enthusiasm of blood, mixed with a little bit of fear and fear, cruel and decadent, floating like rain.

At dusk, the last touch of the sunset is about to disappear. The other side spreads blood to every corner; as the other side burns all hope. She became the only scenery and color on the long Huangquan Road, bursting into a fascinating and scary redness, and the people walked on the guide of this flower to the prison of the Nether. I am wondering why such beauty will be placed on the banks of the Forgotten River, why it has become a flower of death. A flower is really miserable, two flowers may be beautiful, and a large piece of Manzhushahua is hopeless sadness.

The flowers on the other side quietly bloomed noble and elegant, and the dead people can only silently lament. On the way to hell, I saw the hustle and bustle of the sky, and my heart was as painful as tearing. She is telling you that your wealth, your emotions, your memory, and your life, everything in your life, will pass away before the river. Spend the other side of the river, forgetting the Sichuan water to block the flowers that seem to be within reach, black like burnt ash, red like a fire that is struggling to extinguish.

There are countless times every day, and the ferry boat goes back and forth; there are countless times, people go down the light of the other shore, and throw away all of this life, like burning ashes, disappearing at the intersection of red and black. Life, as beautiful as the other side of the bloody bloom, like a dream, such as magic. Full of sad memories. It turns out that everything in the world, the wind has blown away, there is no more. Mind in my heart

Still there is nowhere to hide the sorrow.

Cold moon sinking, used to take up the dark feathers, hoarse and screaming and fluttering, and finally lost in the direction of the moon. The wings that are open in the moonlight are imitation and lonely, and they look exhausted, and in the starry sky, they can't tolerate the dream of breaking their wings.

Ice, formed by water, will one day be melted by the spring, becoming a crystal clear spring of life. The leaves, falling with the wind, will one day fall on the earth and continue to protect those new lives. Flowers, blooming and desolate, contain sadness, withered hope of reincarnation.

Manzhu ah Manzhu, Qiu Qiu points to see you glamorous face, what are you talking about, what are you complaining about? It is the resentment of life that is too short, the time has passed by hurriedly, and only one moment has turned to the stars, or is it that the world does not know how to cherish the good, and the loss is clear?

From the shore of the world, to the other side of the world, there are countless episodes of accidents. It is the shadow of the age and the love and hate of the ignorance of the color. In the end, it has become a shadow that must be slipped. Everything that is so busy in the world, we will one day lose, pass through the crowds, and in the light of the dim light, we can find the direction and export of life, leave the fragrance to the years, see the dawn in the fog, and cherish the beauty around us. It is the most important.

Manzhu Shahua, on the other side of the bank, in this heart, only see flowers, no leaves. Take off one of the other shores, be careful, let her carry our sad memories, go down or down the river, go far, go far... When the flowers are gone, the fire is ice, we can calm down, wait for the life of Qitian, quiet Waiting for the landslide and tsunami, the stagnation of the moon.

Standing, the horizon of the sea, I heard, the soil sprouted, saw, the leaves drifted from the ground, the flowers bloomed, and the flowers happened...

Fourth grade: Mu Xiaoying