The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. "
It is an ancient and firm commitment, a romantic and beautiful legend. Holding hands, thousands of mountains and rivers suddenly shortened, holding hands, grievances and hatreds slowly dissipated, holding hands, eyes that couldn't bear to look at each other with tears, holding hands, missing each other, unable to sleep.
When you hold your hand, your heart knows the warmth and coldness; when you hold your hand, you forget your sorrow and joy. What is helpless is the sadness after holding hands, and what is helpless is the desolation when breaking up.
Hold hands because of love.
The truer the love, the purer the heart; the deeper the love, the simpler the love. When holding hands, never be crazy or partial.
Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him?
Holding the hand of the son, forgetting both life and death!
Hold your hand and grow old together. This should be a feeling of standing side by side, watching the sun rise and set together; it should be a feeling of unchanging emotions as the world changes, a feeling of witnessing the years and feelings.
Hold your hand and grow old together. When you cry, there is someone who accompanies your sorrow, listens to your story, smoothes your messy hair and haggard face, and tells you that tomorrow will still be sunny; when you smile brightly, the whole world shines with you, and he stands quietly aside, smiling and looking at you as bright as the sun...
Hold your hand and grow old together. This should be a scene where two people hold up a sky together. Like two independent trees, you hold up a sky together. The branches and leaves bloom under the blue sky, and the roots support each other underground. Regardless of the wind or frost, rain or snow, holding your hand, every moment is so beautiful, every moment is a touching love poem, and every moment is worth all the time to reminisce...