There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Green and green, leisurely in my heart.
Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
You should be a rock and I should be a reed; Puwei is as tough as silk, and the rocks are not transferred.
Only when the mountains have no edges and the heavens and the earth are in harmony can we dare to leave you!
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.