Hold your son’s hand and whisper to him; hold your son’s hand and walk with him; hold your son’s hand and grow old together with you?

Holding the son’s hand, growing old together with him. The son in the middle is your meaning

"The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming"

Drumming its Boring, active use of troops. The city canal of Tuguo, I will travel south alone.

From Sun Zi Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. If I don't return home, I will feel worried.

Love in the right place? Love and lose his horse? In order to seek it? Under the forest.

The agreement between life and death is broad, as told by Zicheng. Hold your son's hand and grow old together.

I can’t live without you. Yu Xunxi, I don’t believe you.

Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son.

Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son.

Holding the son's hand, sleeping with the son Let’s grow old together.

Holding my son’s hand, what more can I ask for?

Among these four sentences, only “holding my son’s hand and growing old together with me” is a word from the Book of Songs (the Book of Songs also mentions There is the phrase "gentlemen grow old together").

There is a very interesting topic here, "The Qi Kuo of life and death is related to Zicheng". Mao Zedong's "Biography" teaches "Qi Kuo" as "diligence", and Zheng (Zheng Xuan)'s "Jian" expresses it. Its meaning is that "the soldiers who serve in the army make a covenant with them: 'Death and life, we live together in hard work, and I and Zicheng express our love for each other'" (the sergeants on the battlefield encourage each other and agree on a covenant to help each other) No matter what danger we encounter, we should not run away alone without caring about each other.) "Qian Zhongshu commented in "Guan Zhui Bian": "The "Jian" is very absurd, and he also accused it of "penalty secrets". , and very humorously compares the sentences such as "The relationship between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng", compared with the words of Lin Changchong in the eighth chapter of "Water Margin" when he went to Cangzhou, "Life and death are not guaranteed, the wife is at home, and the little person is unstable", It is judged as "the situation is slightly closer".

The words "*written" and "sleeping together" in the other two sentences are both variations of "growing old together" and are widely circulated in online articles.

Hold your hand and grow old together

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I have always admired this kind of love: there is not too much vigorous and earth-shaking, but there is a feeling that stretches like flowing water; there is not too much vows of each other, but there is a relatively silent and tacit understanding... This should be a feeling of "holding my son's hand and growing old together". Among the strange people, among the lost and hesitant, you are always peaceful and calm---because you know that in the dark, you are always there. There is a pair of hands that belong to you. They hold you tightly and accompany you through all the cloudy days and all the sunny days until your whole life.

In our ordinary lives, there are not so many Qiong Yao-style love at first sight, and there are not so many love stories that are so sweet that they make people cry, and that they are so painful that they break the earth: in this world of mortals, we play ourselves. , some ordinary people who live and die in an ordinary way. So we cherish love and the oncoming, not thrilling feelings.

In this kind of love story, the hero and heroine do not necessarily fall in love at first sight. At first, they may pass by each other like strangers, and just say a word to each other like the most ordinary friends. Say hello, smile, and go away. Then one day, in the twilight, you suddenly found that her back made your heart move so much; a kind of pity that made you feel heartbroken hit you inadvertently, and you realized that, unknowingly, you got used to it. She has entered your life just by passing by you, and you have begun a beautiful love.

Love is beautiful, even though your love may not be moving; people in love are all beautiful, even though you may be ordinary. Shu Ting once described such a scene: On the street, a serene old woman and a calm old man were smiling, approaching face to face from different directions, and then they were smiling, standing with the tips of their noses touching each other, holding their hands. Tie together tightly, the setting sun behind them dyes their hair and smiles a warm yellow. The people around them were dyed warm by their happiness.

At first you were still doubting this kind of love, because after all, it is not as perfect, as exquisite, and as romantic as you originally imagined. It was just a faint feeling, neither great joy nor great sorrow, neither nine hundred and ninety-nine roses nor the Soul-Destroying Blue Bridge --- just a feeling of holding hands and walking side by side. They say that marriage is a besieged city, and those who enter it want to get out; and you just hold hands and walk into the besieged city together calmly, supporting each other, and turning many untouched days into a series of scenery. After so many years, in retrospect, all the ordinary fragments, all the times I have complained about and doubted are actually the warmest chapters in life; all the light days are actually like the "spirit rain on the empty mountain", with light charm. Long.

Hold your hand and grow old together. This should be a feeling of standing side by side, staring at the rising and setting of the sun together; it should be a feeling of unchanging emotions as the world changes, a feeling of witnessing the years and feelings.

They say time can dilute everything, but there are always some things that last forever. Wings fly together in the sky, couples connect on the ground, there is always a kind of love that is as persistent as a mountain, as deep as the sea, and as broad as the sky. When it rains, you are all alone at the station looking at the falling rain, and your mood is helpless and gloomy. At this time, an umbrella stretched out from the side, covering you from the flying rain and the dark sky; without looking back, you knew that he was standing next to you, as tall as the mountains, the sea, and the blue sky, and you felt a sense of A very warm and solid feeling comes to my heart: let the raindrops fly, and let the sky be dark. At this time, you already have an umbrella, and your mood is bright and sunny because of it.

They say time can dust everything, but some things always stay new. Holding your hand, all life, all bright or not bright days become brand new and bright. Time is always passing by, and when you look back, you will not realize that you are covered in dirt; but you are still willing to blindfold your eyes and hand over your hands to lovers in this life without reservation...

Hold your hand and grow old together. When you cry, someone will accompany you to grieve, listen to your story, smooth your messy hair and haggard face, and tell you that tomorrow will still be sunny; when your smile is bright, the whole world will be bright with you, and He stood quietly aside, smiling and looking at you as bright as the sun...

Hold your hand and grow old together with your son. This should be a scene where two people hold up a sky together. Like two independent trees, you together hold up a sky. The branches and leaves bloom under the blue sky, and the roots support each other underground. Whether it is wind or frost, rain or snow, holding your hand, every moment is so beautiful, every moment is a touching love poem, and every moment is worth all the time to reminisce...

The relatively wordless and eye-catching tacit understanding... Maybe I don't think about it, I just hold your hand tightly, without saying anything, and slowly accompany you through this life, this life, and the next life! ! !