Hold your son’s hand and grow old together
No sentence can compare with this poem. The ancestors of the Spring and Autumn Period could write this kind of poem. pay tribute! ! ! ! ! !
"The Book of Songs·Bei Feng·Drumming"
Beat the drums and boring them, and use the troops enthusiastically. I am heading south alone for the city canal of Tuguo.
From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return home, I will feel worried.
Love in the right place? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together.
I can’t live without you. Yu Xunxi, I don’t believe you.
Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son.
Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son.
Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son Let’s grow old together.
Holding my son’s hand, what more can I ask for?