A poem about two people spending the rest of their lives together.

I don't regret that my belt has widened, but I am haggard for Iraq.

Life and death are rich, and I become happy with my son, holding your hand and growing old with my son. -The Book of Songs was named The Book of Songs.

If two feelings last for a long time, how can it be sooner or later? -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this time, the night is awkward-Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

There is a kind of beauty, but you can't forget it when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.