I want to grow old with you

I have always believed that there are always two leaves, bathed in the same sunlight, there are always two flowers, emitting the same fragrance, the soul's understanding of each other, is the soul's deepest understanding. The most important thing is to know that you are standing in front of the window when the moon is full, and that you are hanging out across the mountains and water, and that you have traveled thousands of miles and miles of water, and that you have glanced back at the lights, and that you have been touched by the heart, and that you have grown deeper and deeper in the ordinary relationship, and that you have accumulated beautiful feelings, and that they have spread in the days and months, and that some emotions seem to be as light as the breeze, but they are deep, as if they were a poem, and that is the word that stays in the mind, and that has an endless aftertaste.

　　In the troubled world, I would like to have someone who can accompany me, like a chrysanthemum, quietly in the end of time. In the dusk of the evening, overlooking the lights, sitting in the glow of the years, watching a quiet time. When you're older, you'll yearn for those gentle and clear images, and the ordinary warm life, and sometimes, blandness is far better than sitting in the bustle. The most profound love is a word of peace, more than all the words, then I just need you to be safe, in the long time, with me a porridge and a meal, look at the scenery along the way. There is always some true love, to use the deepest companionship, to complete, always some remember, to warm the journey of the mountain high water.

　　Love, is to know, is compassionate, when you are young, I was just right, I love your burning face, at this time, even if you gray hair, stumbling, I still love your deep wrinkles. Love is the April sky that a fireworks splendor, is the August laurel fragrance Xin far, is the cold plum reflecting the snow without regret, whether instantly open to the conflagration, or to the old mutual support in the sunset figure, remember, are the beauty of the heart.

　　A song listened to for many years, still like, a person, accompanied by a long time, still in the heart, choose a city end of life, meet a person white head, I came to this world, all the thousands of turns, in order to be able to meet such a you, life in the eternal things not much, but I feel the same for you. I like to stand with you in the wind, laughing at the sun and moon, willing to walk with you in the rain, sharing the day and night, if your hair is messy, I gently help you organize, if you have wrinkles, I quietly smoothed for you, your sorrow and joy, together with a drop of porridge, framed in the bottom of the heart, old age, love for you but still, not because of the scenery with you, how much joy, only for that cherish and understand, only for you The warmth given to me, with the flavor of the years.

　　If you can, please live in my words, even though the world is noisy, I promise you a quiet spring, summer, autumn and winter, I planted the red beans of love for you, the moon is missing and the moon is full, you are in my heart, never far away, so my life is no longer lonely. Those words I said to you are my shallow heartfelt words, those poems I wrote for you, I read them over and over again through time. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with you, and you were in the middle of a conversation with me.

　　Warm a tea of the years, so that the fragrance to far away, the dust and smoke curl, the day, there is the taste of fireworks. Like this calm, sunshine, fresh grass, and natural and simple. The day the mind is like water, I snuggle with you to see the wind and the moon flowing warm and cool alternately, to see the red dust bustling the world, to see the sky color changes in the morning and evening, to see the moon like water a hundred turns a thousand times. Because of the simplicity, the heart is clear, and the waves are not alarmed, the time, although quiet, but I like the warm and cool taste.

　The distance from the spring to the autumn will be how much time to pass, and I do not know how many storms to walk through from the red to the white hair, I only know that the distance between the heart and the heart to be measured by understanding, thank you for giving me that is called a lifetime of paper, so that I can accompany the sun and moon, on which to plant flowers, trees, and time. The actual fact is that you will be able to get a lot more than just a few of these.

　　Perhaps the happiest thing in this life is to hold the hand of the loved one, in the bland, walk through the wind, walk through the rain, walk through all the sadness and happiness, and then, and you and your court boil wine to see the fallen flowers, to see the frost dyed white hair. Every day at dusk, I will light a warm lamp for the one I love, and then, together with the sharing of life, listening to him talk about the day's experience, accompanied by his simple laugh, nervous about his nervousness, at that moment, the room overflowed with the taste of fireworks, heart, since the joy of the.

　　How I hope, far away from the hustle and bustle of the green hills and water, can have a house with you, does not need to be very large, behind the house planted fruit trees, flowers and plants in front of the house, to have a window, I sit every morning in front of the window in the sunlight to write, and then a look up, you can see you smiling at me outside the window, this, is the fate of this life gifted me the most pure and beautiful time.

　　I want to grow old with you, touching your familiar face, looking at your aging face, walking with you over rivers and mountains, over bumps and storms, integrating each other into life, and so we do, time is light, hand in hand, old together. See the sun rise and set, see the wildflowers blooming on the hillside, see the moon rounding and waning, and enjoy the sunshine of the seasons with you. In the simplicity of a coat and a meal, we are together, the red dust years, I am in, you are in, the love is in, is I promised you a life of spring flowers.

　　"When I am old, my eyes are downcast, my temples are frosted, but your heart is deep in my youth, still that lush, when I am old, my back is bent, my steps are hobbled, but your eyes are overflowing with love is still that clear." The most warm thing in my life is to meet you on the way, and then moisten each other and smell the flowers together.