Last night around nine o'clock the ephemeral flowers bloomed again, and this time a total of seven bloomed. The rich fragrance filled the room and refreshed the heart. I hurried up and went to the window, but no, the ephemeral blossoms were warm, and in the light, they were white and spotless. The fragrance wafts through. This ephemeral flower has been with me for sixteen years, and every year at this time it blooms more or less, from the beginning of one flower, to a dozen flowers, the most of which blooms more than forty at a time. The green leaf stalks, set off with their own fairy flowers, are very beautiful. Once upon a time, it was only known that the ephemeral blossoms were extremely short and only bloomed at night. I never knew that there was a beautiful legend of Ephemeral Flowers. The first time I heard the story of the ephemeral flower, my heart not only liked it, but also a kind of unspeakable feelings that lingered in my heart, and there was a kind of admiration, admiring an ordinary flower, but it turned out to be a seed of infatuation and unrepentant, falling in the mortal flower god.
Ephemeral flowers, and another name called Vedic flowers. Vedic Bodhisattva is one of the bodhisattvas of Buddhism. But the world knows that it is short-lived, but it does not know for whom it appears. "Short-lived, only for Vedic". Is it possible to understand it as a poignant love story? According to legend, Ephemeral was originally the god of flowers in the sky, but later she moved her selfish heart and fell in love with a young man who watered her every day. When the Jade Emperor found out, he reduced Ephemeral to a moment that only allowed her to open the moment. The Jade Emperor also sent the young man to the Spirit Vulture Mountain to practice, and gave him the name Wei Tuo, so that he could let go of the past and forget the flower god. As the years passed, Vedic slowly forgot about the flower god and immersed himself in the practice of Buddhism. But the flower god could not forget the young man. She knew that Vedic would come down the mountain every year to collect chakra sencha for the Buddha. Therefore, the flower god bloomed the gathered essence in a flash. She hoped that Vedic would look back at her and remember her. Unfortunately, Vedic never remembered her.
"Affection and affection are all in the womb, and the deep edge of the relationship is shallow and falling into the cycle of reincarnation" For his own love, the moment of blooming, left the most brilliant beauty to a person who has forgotten himself. In the world, is there such a person, like a short flower, maybe there is?
