What are the latest poems about the red spider lily?

The red spider lily (Lycoris radiata) is also known as dragon's claw flower, crow garlic, garlic-headed grass, ghost fire, phantom flower, hell flower, and so on. Legend says it is a flower that blooms in the underworld, cursing people to never be together life after life. There are also many poems and verses describing the red spider lily; let us enjoy them together below!

"Buddhist Scriptures"

The red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years; flower and leaf never meet.

Love is not ruled by cause and effect; fate decrees life and death.

"Complete Tang Poems"

Tang Dynasty · Anonymous

The red spider lily blooms at the other shore, blooming at the other shore; the heartbreak grass grieves, grieving the heartbreak.

Before the Naihe Bridge, what can be done? Before the Three-Life Stone, three lives are decreed.

"Butterflies in Love with Flowers · Red Spider Lily"

The red spider lily blooms at the other shore, blooming at the other shore; alone weeping in the underworld, the flower is radiant but the person does not return.

Who in the mortal world can bear to part and still think of me? Along the Yellow Springs road, tears gather in the eyes.

Leaves fall, flowers bloom, the flower alone is radiant; life after life through reincarnation, flower and leaf mourn their love in vain.

Do not sigh that souls in this world grow dim; how can one know that life and death pity each other from afar!

"Red Spider Lily"

In the bustling mortal world, amid clouds and mud and seas of people, we gaze at each other across the magpie bridge crossing.

A snap of the fingers spans life and death, how many rounds of dawn and dusk, at the dusk of the Three Paths.

Flowers bloom and leaves fall, in two colors of red and white; infatuation is hard to keep.

Leaves fall and turn to soil, flowers bloom in a few clusters; vast and dim, countless tears.

At the head of the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po urges a drink; for how many lives has there been no looking back.

Crying and laughing through the vicissitudes, following along the Yellow Springs; the Buddhist Zen is hard to cross.

In Avici the soul falls, the seven emotions' spirit remains; how can one awaken at the ford of delusion.

Reincarnation is sorrowful and bitter, the underworld is hard to be drunk in; walking alone with no road home.

"Manjusaka"

I still recall our childhood sweetheart days, love had not yet begun to sprout.

My heart's flower had just begun to bloom, and you had already gone far away to the ends of the earth.

The threads of love bloomed to the last, turning into the red flower of the other shore.

And now you have returned, but I have exhausted my youth.

"Grieving Memories of a Cluster of Red Spider Lilies"

A short journey, short fortune, short life; long hair hanging long, long plain gauze.

In the soup of forgetting, the face grows dim; on the Naihe Bridge, the sound of weeping drips.

Wandering souls in countless footsteps on the Yellow Springs road; grieving memories of a cluster of red spider lilies.

Leaves and flowers, why are they so out of order? Deep in the underworld, who is asked?

"Red Spider Lily"

The flower blooms at the other shore, which is originally no shore; the soul falls into the River of Forgetting, yet is still in the river.

Drunk, one does not know the vastness of mist and waves; in dreams, the lamplight is faintly cold.

Flower and leaf do not meet for a thousand years; as fate ends and fate begins, they dance gracefully.

The flower does not understand speech, the flower nods; the Buddha ferries my heart, the Buddha sighs in vain.

"Red Spider Lily"

The red spider lily blooms at the other shore, blooming at the other shore; flowers bloom and leaves fall, never to meet.

Cause and effect decree one life and death; before the Three-Life Stone is the fate of a previous life.

Flower and leaf, life after life, the two are ever at odds; on the Naihe Bridge, waiting a thousand years.

A bowl of Meng Po's soup enters the belly; by the Sanzu River, forgetting love is hard.

Line after line of deeply moving, sincere words of love; passage after passage of half-hidden legends and myths; poem after poem of unforgettable famous verses passed down through the ages, perfectly interpreting the tragedy of “the red spider lily blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years; flower and leaf never meet. Love is not ruled by cause and effect; fate decrees life and death.”