Love stories before the 40s and 50s are mostly magical. It turns out that no matter how hard and tired there are basically no couples divorced, some have only met once in marriage, some have not even seen each other, and they have lived for a lifetime.
Grandma loved to listen to music, and Grandpa accompanied them every day to reminisce about their past. Grandpa likes to eat hand-rolled noodles, Grandma has time to roll out the noodles, every time the first bowl is served to Grandpa to eat, watching Grandpa gulp down the noodles, Grandma will smile very happy and feel very happy. Young couples and old companions should be such a portrayal of them!
A hundred years of repair of the same boat ferry, a thousand years of repair to sleep together. Husbands and wives work hand in hand for a lifetime, noisy, stumbling, there is joy, there are tears, there is love. It is because of the existence of love that we can support each other all the way, understand each other, step by step through youth, through middle age, into old age, until the last moment of life.
I will think of the most romantic thing, is to slowly grow old with you, until we can't go anywhere when we are old, sit in a rocking chair and talk slowly, you still regard me as a treasure in the palm of your hand. I wish that there are lovers in the world a hundred years of good union, I wish that we can all blossom the fruits of love, and bring one person to the end of life in the twilight of life.