Love is a long line in the hands of a loving mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I get three rays of spring."
Love is strong wine in a friend's cup. "I advise you to drink more, there is no reason to go abroad."
Love is the waist bent under the teacher's lamp. "Silkworms in spring have to spin until they die, and candles have to cry dry every night."
Love is strict father's warm hand. "Big hands hold small hands, walking is not afraid of slipping, and my son will grow up in a blink of an eye."
Love is the feeling in my bosom friend's heart. "I want to know you and live a long life."