Someone asked me: What is the best love like? I think of my grandparents. I still remember when I was a child, my grandma couldn't sleep because of the heat during the dog days, so my grandpa sat next to her and fanned her with a cattail leaf fan. My grandma used to get up early to drink water, and she didn't drink overnight water, so my grandpa got up early every day to boil water for my grandma to dry. My grandpa had bad knees, but my forgetful grandma remembered to prepare new wool knee pads for him every year. I often see them busy in the kitchen together, grandpa cooking soup and grandma washing onions and peeling garlic. I don't know what they are talking about, but grandma always smiles like a child. Every time I hear this lyric: The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you, I can't help but think of the picture of them getting along. What is love? Love is, ordinary days, long-term companionship. I can hold hands with you to walk on the mountains and rivers, or I can wash my hands and cook soup for you; I can talk happily and endlessly, or I can look at each other and smile knowingly; I can be busy and fulfilling together, or I can watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard together. Love is to accompany you through this life, to warm each other and never let each other down. From black hair to white hair; from the rising and setting of the sun to the changing of the seasons; from running towards each other to stumbling. Your voice is the most beautiful, your smile is the most beautiful, and your company is a lifetime of joy. Love is that, after a long time, you will always be the little girl he holds at the top of his heart. When we first met when we were young, I felt that "you are like the spring breeze that makes all the flowers bloom, and the mountains and rivers that make all the trees grow." Now that we are together with white hair, it is still "the soft water of Wenshan is as numerous as the stars, but not as good as half of your eyebrows and eyes." The rivers in the world are vast, and the road ahead is long and tortuous.