It's Valentine's Day again. Staying in the plain together is the happiest ripple.
It's Valentine's Day again, and roses in full bloom can best nourish your lover's heart.
Roman Roland said: Love is a permanent belief.
Dumas said: true love always makes people upward.
A flower can make your heart fragrant, and a sweet word can make your heart sweet.
Time is very short, living is very ordinary and hard, and caring for a person can give birth to warmth.
Days are small and repetitive, because I am not lonely with your company.
Time flies, it is the easiest to abandon people, red cherries and green plantains, ushered in spring and sent away winter.
In my Me Before You, the world is a wasteland. After meeting you, the world became a paradise.
The past many years have been like a wisp of smoke to me, and the infinite career in the future is endless because of you.
There is a promise in the spring breeze that flowers will bloom for a while and all the way. Fragrance all the way, among the fireworks, who has deep feelings and tells the sun and the moon?
Bing Xin, Wu Wenzao, Jiang Yang, Qian Zhongshu, Hans Hermannt Frankel and Zhang Chonghe wrote the most beautiful love in the life of the century. They care about the years, live up to the sun and the moon, choose one person to die, and one person will live for life. They only admire Yuanyang but not immortals.
Bing Xin and Wu Wenzao lived alone and died in the same bed:
In Wu Wenzao's eyes, a woman who loves children, stars, nature and maternal love is his destiny takes a hand's lover.
After marriage, they experienced war, serious illness, and the seizure and rehabilitation of their property during the Cultural Revolution.
Two people appreciate each other, support each other, live and die in adversity, and never give up.
They have been together for 56 years, accompanied by "gambling books and splashing tea."
1September, 985, Wu Wenzao died of illness. In their 56-year love and marriage life, Bing Xin and Wu Wenzao appreciated and trusted each other, full of infinite love and watchfulness.
Bing Xin wrote in Acacia:
Avoid lovesickness,
Put Joel on the phone.
Leave this quiet room.
The moon caught a glimpse of each other on the path,
Dead branches-
In the snow.
It is full of lovesickness.
A few lines, but full of affection, meet a lover and fall in love.
1999, 99-year-old century man Bing Xin died in Beijing.
Her ashes were buried with Wu Wenzao, and finally she got her wish together with her husband Wu Wenzao, vividly writing a story of "Love goes deep, the coffin opens".
Mr. Jiang Yang and Qian Zhongshu: Love at first sight, never change;
Mr Jiang Yang is probably the person who knows Qian Zhongshu best in the world.
She wrote a famous narration for Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged:
People in the city want to escape, and people outside the city want to rush in. Whether it is marriage or career, the desires in life are generally the same.
Appreciating her husband's talent, after marrying him, she resolutely changed from a big lady who didn't touch spring water to a super "nanny" of the money family.
A poem written by Qian Zhongshu to Jiang Yang:
Roll sleeve apron for busy mouth, go to wash hands and make bride soup.
I'm worried about the color of fireworks and want to find a fairy to break the valley.
The two cherish and care for each other, stunning the time and retaining the ripples of spring water.
During their 63-year marriage, Jiang Yang never wanted to rush out of the besieged city for a moment.
Love at first sight is accompanied by life, and happiness in life is clear at a glance.
Qingqing lac, for a long time, Yan Yan mud, always together, all the way to Long song to warm people's hearts.
Things are different. Holding hands with my son and growing old together with him are the firmness of life and death, and also the touch of Whitehead.
The combination of Zhang Chonghe and Hans Hermannt Frankel has made a story of blending Chinese and western cultures;
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
This is Bian's "You", which is said to be the oldest of the four sisters of the Zhang family in Hefei.
Zhang Chonghe was born in a famous family and was good at calligraphy, poetry and Kunqu opera.
On 1947, she met the love of her life, Hans Hermannt Frankel, a foreign professor in the Department of Western Languages in Peking University.
From 65438 to 0948, Zhang Chonghe tied the knot with Hans, taught calligraphy at Yale University for more than 20 years, and passed on Kunqu Opera at home, following Qing Fen.
Less than a month after her marriage, she only brought a few changes of clothes. On the one hand, Gu Yan, a box of Gu Mo and some brushes followed her new husband to a strange place in the United States.
After leaving their hometown for more than 30 years, it was not until 1979 that the husband and wife set foot on the land of China again.
Zhang Chonghe was born in Shanghai, grew up in Hefei, studied in Beiping, moved to Kunming, and finally married to the United States.
She looks for poems and paintings in her daily life. After more than half a century, Zhang Chonghe has been writing poems, learning Chinese characters and making music calmly, and he can still live a brilliant life in his ordinary life.
Her sentence "The world decorates him at will, and I would like to go to the ends of the earth for a butterfly" expresses her happiness and joy.
There is a companion, although the ends of the earth, although Qian Shan is full of water, but it has been in my heart, has been accompanied.
Mountains and rivers meet bosom friends and spend the rest of my life together.
Miss a person, accompany a person, the rest of your life is poetic, and the rest of your life is spring breeze.
Wind and rain, long life, choose one person to die, never leave.
Life, two people, three meals, four seasons, always happy, the years are young, so we never left.
Hold your hand, grow old with your son, let time marvel and enrich the years.
On Valentine's Day, I wish you a lifetime of love, love and luck. April is the most beautiful day on earth. In May, the mountains are high and the clouds are deep. In June, fireflies are flying in midsummer. It's perfect and very happy!
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