The Oath Falls to the Cold Winter

Winter has fallen into summer. Yimo and Fu Sihan met two hellos for the first time and started a tender journey. The name hides the throbbing of first meeting. The late night chat box is the evidence of heartbeat. The warm sugar-roasted chestnuts brush away the falling snow. The fingertips are running in the snow. The roasted sweet potatoes hidden in the smoke of fireworks at the alley. The glutinous porridge cooked in the early morning of winter. When I catch a cold, I take care of them. The playfulness of building a snowman in the snow. The cheerful greetings of the little old man. Everyday life is full of pampering. From the first snow to the warm sun, from greenness. It turns out that the best love is to turn ordinary days into poetry, to accompany you through the four seasons, from black hair to white hair, to sugar-fried chestnuts, to the warmth of sweet brown sugar ginger tea, and to stepping on the snow while holding hands. The rustling sound is the footnote of long-lasting love. I have met countless scenery. I am still the luckiest to meet you. I am willing to go with you every winter. I hide my love in the tenderness of every year. The rest of my life is long. I just want to live my daily life with you full of sweetness.