彼岸花看见她时,我叫她烟花。思思缕缕的花瓣,长而卷曲,重重包围粉质的蕊心,蓬勃出一个花团。在高处,在眼上。我不得不凝神而望。这是一株从石渣坡地抽出的细长茎干,顶端挑出蓬松的烟火,默默绽放。她在祈祷……心有哀戚,且不为哀戚限制,善感怜惜者,才懂得祈祷。祈祷是福,祈祷是佛性。所以,才有因缘和因果,才见凋谢与绽放的奇迹。 When Bana saw her, I called her fireworks. Sliver of petals, long and curly, heavily surrounded by silty heart, booming a flower. At a height, in the eye. I have to look at it. This is a slender stem extracted from the gravel slope, the top pick fluffy fireworks, silently bloom. She prayed ... heart sad, and not for the mourn restrictions, good pity those who know how to pray. Praying is blessing, praying is buddha. Therefore, there is karma and cause and effect, only to see the miracle of withered and blooming.