Love is love? What kind of love is love?

I think the best love is to hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Love is a strong attachment, closeness, longing between individuals, as well as selfless and heartless emotion. The premise is to participate as an independent individual. Love is to recognize and accept each other's common and efforts, and move towards an end in the process of growing up. Love is learning to understand each other's words unswervingly on the long road of running in. After a quarrel, tired and unable to find the way, it still doesn't hesitate to send the message "I miss you". Love is when I think I am fire and you are water. I saw you watering me, but panting, holding a pile of firewood from outside, "look, this pile of firewood is good. Do you want to try it?" Love is winding around thousands of ways. After a hail of bullets, looking back, it is still that warm smile like spring.

Love is also, crossing the sea of people, just saw you, and actually used up my courage, strength and all my luck accumulated in my life. In order to meet this person, I would not hesitate to put all my accumulated Soha into a once-in-a-lifetime gamble, regardless of whether I win or lose. Love is still, the person you like just likes you, and everything is just right. Seeing this person is like the first flower in early spring blooming in the cold heart, hanging a fresh dewdrop, trembling, you want to hold her / him well. Love is even more. One day, when you are in your 70s and 80s, you can't help holding each other's face and saying that it's not bad to have you. For each wrinkle and mottled skin of each other, you feel that this is a badge of honor to spend years with you. It's like saying proudly that we have lived a lifetime. Let the other party rely on themselves, try to live one more day than the other party, take care of her / him, and listen to her / him say, hey, old man / old woman, I don't regret it all my life. No matter how annoying you are, I have never thought of throwing you away. At the end of life, you are also willing to look at this person, contentedly and slowly close your eyes, both reluctant and satisfied, and have no regrets in your life. I hope she / he will come and return. Love is the excitement, treasure, companionship when young, and the crutch, support and support when old. Just at the beginning, no regrets at the end.

A true love is unforgettable. From knowing and loving each other to loving each other, every stage should be sincere and heartfelt, and there should be no regrets, and the most important thing is mutual respect. A true love is mutually responsible. To each other, to the family. Both sides have each other, not just lip service, but practical action, responsibility, and not the means of supervision and monitoring. A true love wants to understand and support each other. We must support each other in work and study, adjust time and share housework. Never doubt each other in life, and respect each other's families and habits. A true love is caring for each other, tolerant and thoughtful. Be patient, caring, and fully respect each other's plan opinions in making decisions on major family matters. In short, love is not necessarily magnificent. Everyone has his own way. As long as he understands, supports, tolerates and selflessness, he will love for a long time, not for death, but for eternity.