If you want to have love that ordinary people can't reach, you must pay the price that ordinary people can't pay, and your efforts may not be rewarded. Zhang Ailing said: I am constantly looking for that kind of feeling, that kind of feeling of holding a pair of warm hands forward in cold days. Holding hands for a lifetime, how warm, from youth to stumbling; From beauty to white hair, growing old in each other's silent gaze, what is more precious than the feeling of engraving cold and warm years?

Sometimes I wonder what true love looks like. Later, when I looked at the love around me, I thought it was probably like this: when you walk through the bright lights, I will light the lights for you to light up your way home; When you come back from your trip, I will wash away your fatigue with gentle hands; When wrinkles climb on your forehead, I will hold your hand and grow old with you. In trivial days, I will interpret the eternity of holding your hand and growing old with your son. In spring, I want to hold your hand and walk on the path leading to the field. Under the blue sky, the breeze is blowing gently, behind which are rows of green bamboo leaves, and in the distance are snow-white green hills.