I just want to stay with you until our house is full of flowers and plants.

I have seen Shu Ting's "To Oak Tree"

I have seen Gu Cheng's "Kite"

I have read Tagore's The Most Distant Distance in the World.

I've seen "I Wish I Were a Rapids" by Christopher Perkins.

I have seen Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane.

I have seen Zheng Yuyu's "Mistakes"

I have also seen Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree"

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However, there was still a time when the understanding of love is not thorough enough, perhaps it is not as mysterious as you and I imagine, perhaps it is only a time to slowly grow old, you and I slowly become inseparable.

Imagine an old house where you and I live, with flowers and plants surrounding it.

If one day you notice plants start climbing up your house, don't reject them.

When the house is old, you and I are old, the old house will be covered with thick new life, no longer afraid of the wind and the sun, no longer afraid of time easy old.

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An old house, a period of light years, a stone bridge in front of the door, I once held your hand through.

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We will grow old one day, just as these flowers and plants on the wall wither. Winter will pass and spring will come, and flowers and plants will bloom, but youth is still in our dreams.

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When I hold your hand, creeper began to sprout, when you my head covered with white hair, creeper also covered our home.

I want to accompany you to see the flowers in spring, the red leaves in autumn, and then sit in the sunset, drink a cup of tea, and then talk about the love words of the year.

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