There are many personnel mistakes, facing Jun Yong. -Du Fu's "Newly Married"
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -"Magpie Bridge Fairy"
In heaven, I wish I were a wing bird, growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree ... —— Song of Eternal Sorrow.
You are a rock, and my concubine is a reed. Puwei is as tough as silk, and the rocks are not transferred. -"Peacocks Fly Southeast"
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. -Li Chi Ngai's "Bu Operator"
You are in different rooms, and death is the same point. If you don't believe it, it's like death. -"The Book of Songs Feng Wang Che"
Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -"The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
I made a thousand wishes before my pillow, wanting to rest and wait for the green hills to rot. Heavy objects floated on the water until the Yellow River dried up completely. You can't rest without rest, and you will see the sun in the middle of the night. -"A Thousand Wishes before Bodhisattva Man's Pillow"
I wish to be single-minded and never part.
There are ten million Qian Qian, and I love three. Day, month and clear. The day is morning, the month is late, and the Qing dynasty is morning and evening.
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
It's cloudy and rainy, and chickens crow. Hu Yun didn't like seeing his son.
Statement 1
We got married voluntarily. From today, we will shoulder the responsibilities and obligations entrusted to us by marriage: filial piety to parents, filial piety to children, mutual respect and love, mutual trust and encouragement, mutual understanding and mutual accommodation, brotherhood, and life!
Statement 2
The monarch is a rock, and the concubine is a reed; Puwei is as tough as silk, and the rocks are not transferred.
Declaration 3
Happiness is when I tell a joke, the other person tells a joke, and then the last two people laugh in the street as if no one else exists.
Happiness is listening to him willing to share the fun of childhood with you.
Happiness is when you go shopping to see a man's clothes and imagine what clothes will look like on him.
Happiness is when you tell your friend how cute he is. Your friend doesn't laugh for a long time, but you smile from ear to ear.
Happiness is that he kept helping me tidy my hair that was messed up by the strong wind and quietly left a kiss.
Happiness is trying to block his eyes with both hands, blushing and shouting: Don't you look at me like that!