Climb the peaks with you; the years will pass. (A Yu Zhou Zhong Xin fanfiction)
If the heart is sincere, may we have each other year after year. If the love is deep, may we be together year after year.
A gray-clad social butterfly vs. a red-clad, lovestruck warlord
That year, we first met by the Qinhuai River. One glance, and I was lost. From then on, you were the moonlight in my eyes and the cinnabar mark in my heart.
Climbing Through the Years
I want the generations after me to stand on the backs and shoulders of the pioneers, carrying the revolutionary spirit forward.
To those who come after us: do not forget the aspirations of our martyrs. March boldly ahead, and together, let us journey toward a brilliant age among the stars.
Yu Sui, my wife, this is the marriage certificate I owe you: Two families joined in marriage, their union sealed beneath one roof. May this blessed bond last forever, matched in every way. Look upon the peach blossoms in their radiant bloom today, auspicious for a happy home. May your descendants flourish, growing ever stronger and more prosperous. With this pledge to remain together until our hair turns white, I write these words upon fine paper, recording our red-leaf vow in the register of paired mandarin ducks.
Ding Nian, the year we met by the Qinhuai River, I will sing you a little Qinhuai tune too:
“I have a love story to sing for Ding Nian... Ding Nian, Ding Nian, my heart is yours, so let me sing you a Qinhuai view, telling it all in gentle detail, singing it for Ding Nian... The Qinhuai flows slowly, from the beginning of time until now. Jiangnan is splendid, and Jinling is rich in elegance and romance... In Zhanyuan, the halls are wide and the courtyards deep... At Egret Islet, the water ripples, a paradise beyond the world...”
Year after year, may I have Yu. Year after year, I give myself to you. Through every life, we will never part; Feng and Yu will sail together.
Our story will never end.
Please take note.
Theme: From the freshness of new love, to security, and then to belonging
"Ding year, the wind is blowing and the snow is strong, so be careful where you step."
I am rootless water in the sky and a heartless ghost on the earth. This sentence is really amazing!!! A stroke of genius!!!
Love is not a math problem.
The consciousness of two wine glasses was a stroke of genius.