Strike the drum and its bore, and use the army enthusiastically. The city of the earth and country is watered, and I am traveling south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, I leveled Chen and Song. I was worried when I was not able to return.
Where do I live and where do I live? I have lost my horse. I have lost my horse. I am not sure if I can do this.
It is a matter of life and death. We will grow old together.
You can't live with me. In Contemplation of Xunxi, not I believe.
Hand in hand, with son ****.
With my son, I sleep with him.
With my son, I will grow old with him.
What more could you ask for?
Only "hold your hand and grow old with your son" in these four lines is the text of the Book of Songs (there are also words and phrases in the Book of Songs that refer to "a gentleman grows old with his son").
There is a very interesting topic here. In the sentence "The life and death of a man is a matter of great understanding, and the son says", Mao's "Chuan" interprets "契阔" to mean "diligence", while Zheng (Zheng Xuan)'s "笺" plays up the meaning, saying "死生契阔，与子成说" (the death and life of a man is a matter of great understanding). The Zheng (Zheng Xuan) "paper" plays up its meaning, saying "The soldiers in the army, and their army covenant: 'In death and in life, we are together in diligence and suffering, and I will speak with my son of the grace of love' (the soldiers on the battlefield encouraged each other and agreed to rescue each other. No matter what danger we encounter, we should not run away alone without regard for each other)." Qian Zhongshu commented in "Guanjie Zhi" that "the paper is very pedantic", and accused it of "penetrating through the hole of the dense micro", and humorously compared the sentences of "the contract of life and death, and son to say" to "the Water Margin" in the eighth chapter of Lin Chong's story. Water Margin" in the eighth Lin Chong assassinated with Cangzhou on the line cloud "life and death survival is not guaranteed, the mother at home, the little man to go unsteady" language, broken into "the situation is slightly close".
The other two sentences of "**** with", "sleep with", are proposed to "with the old" change, in the network article is widely circulated.
Hand in hand with son to grow old
Just saw an article from the forum, very good. Forwarded to you count as an explanation!
Have always appreciated this kind of love: there is not too much of the sensational and earth-shaking, there is like flowing water as a continuous feeling; there is not too much of the oath of the sea and the alliance of the flowers and the moon, there is relative to the wordless eye such as the flow of the tacit understanding of the ...... It is a kind of "hold your hand and grow old together with your son! The feeling of "in the strange crowd, in the lost and uncertainty, but you are always peaceful and calm --- because you know, in the underworld, there is a pair of hands belonging to you, they hold you tightly, accompanied by you through all the cloudy days and all the sunny days, until the life of a lifetime.
In our ordinary life, there was not so much Qiong Yao-style love at first sight, not so many sweet and tearful, painful and landslide love story: in a hundred feet of red dust, we play is their own, some ordinary ordinary life and death of ordinary people. So we cherish love, and cherish the feelings that come to us, which are not thrilling.
In this kind of love story, the hero and the heroine don't necessarily have to fall in love at first sight; at first they may brush past each other like strangers, like the most common friends, meeting with only a greeting, a smile, and then going far away. Then one day, in the twilight, you suddenly found her back is so let you heart; a kind of let your heart ache of pity so inadvertently bumped into you, you realize, unknowingly, accustomed to brushing past her has come into your life, so you began a beautiful love.
Love is beautiful, although your love or not moving; people in love are beautiful, although you or very ordinary. Shu Ting has depicted such a landscape: on the street, a peaceful old woman and a subdued old man smiling, approaching face to face from different directions, approaching; and then smiling, standing with their noses pressed against each other, their hands tied tightly together, and the sunlight from the west behind them coloring their hair and smiles into a warm yellow. The people beside them were colored by their happiness.
At first you were skeptical of this kind of love, because after all it wasn't as perfect, as delicate, as romantic as it was first envisioned. It was just a faint feeling, no great joy or great sorrow, no 999 roses or a broken blue bridge --- just a feeling of holding hands and strolling side by side. They say that marriage is a walled city, and those who go in want to come out; and you hold hands like this, walk into the walled city together frankly and openly, support each other, and walk into a string of scenery on many, many unmoving days. After so many years, recall, all the ordinary pieces, all have complained, had doubts about the time is actually the most cozy chapter of life; all the light days, in fact, like the "empty mountain spirit rain", as light as the flavor of the long.
Hand in hand, with the son to grow old. This is a kind of standing side by side, *** with gazing at the sun's rise, the sun's setting feeling; it is a kind of sky change, change the feeling of love unchanged, is to witness the years, witness the feeling of feelings.
They say that time can wash away everything, but there are always some things that are long-lasting. There is always a love that is as persistent as the mountains, as deep as the sea, and as vast as the sky. In the rainy time, you in the station alone looking at the flying rain line, your mood is hopelessly depressed. At this time from the side of an umbrella to cover the flying rain and gloomy sky; you do not need to turn around, you know is like a mountain like the sea like the blue sky he is standing next to you, there is a very warm and very solid feeling surged to the heart: the rain let it fly, the sky let it be gloomy, at this time you already have an umbrella, and your mood is also bright and sunny.
They say that time can make everything dusty, but there are always some things that are long-lasting and new. Holding it in your hands, all of life, all of the bright or not so bright days become new and bright. Time it is always in the non-stop go, look back when not realize is already full of dust; you are still willing to blindfolded, unreservedly hands are handed over to this lifelong lovers ......
Execute his own hand, with his son to grow old. When you cry, someone to accompany you sad, listen to you talk, for you to smooth the messy hair and haggard face, tell you tomorrow is still sunny; when you smile brightly, the whole world is bright with you, and he quietly stood aside, smiling at you and the sunshine in general splendid ......
The two of them are the same as each other, and they are the same as each other. This is a picture of two people with the same support a side of the sky landscape. Like two independent trees, you *** with a side of the sky, branches and leaves in the blue sky bloom, tree roots in the ground to support each other. Wind or frost, or rain or snow, or, hold your hand, every moment is so beautiful, every moment is a moving love poem, every moment is worth all the time to reminisce ......
Relatively speechless eyes like a stream of tacit understanding ...... perhaps. nor recall, just hold your hand tightly, what words do not say, slowly accompany you through this life and the next life and the next life!!!!