Ten years of marriage;
Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy own pocket;
Hard to nurture the next generation;
Each other never stop talking;
Three thousand six hundred days;
A day to think of you a thousand times;
Spring breeze for ten years to change the face;
A first heart like the year;
Dodder sometimes, couples will have appropriate;
Born as husband and wife, love is not doubted.
Ten years of marriage is very precious, but also very memorable, can be described in a poem ten years of marriage.
A poem to describe ten years of marriage
1, married ten spring and autumn, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy own pocket. Hard to nurture the next generation, each other never rest.
Three thousand six hundred days in ten years, a day to think of you a thousand times. Spring breeze for ten years to change the face, a heart like that. Ten years old but young aspirations, only love Qing heart does not move.
3, for husband and wife, love two doubt. Pleasure in this evening, Wu wan and good time.
10 years accompanied by a long meaning, phoenix and phoenix, wander together, red candle reflected frost, the affair of Yuanyang.
Fiber cloud make clever, flying star spread hate, Yinhan dark degree. The golden wind Yulu a pang, then win the world countless.
Tenderness like water, happy days like a dream, endure Gu magpie bridge return. If the two love for a long time, and how in the morning and evening.
Newlywed like a dream yesterday, chardonnay love a decade. Wu Ge a song flying flowers coagulation, Bingyao three mountains heaven and earth clear.
Front Hugh said Sansheng stone, not friends do not get together. Huaibei Jiangnan line all over, but to white knot silk.
9. Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. Want to say acacia like who, shallow lover do not know.
Two, ten years of marriage confession of a poem
Three thousand, I love three, day, month and Qing, day for the dynasty, month for the twilight, Qing for the evening.
Even if there is no recovery, even if the acacia, I also treat you as the beginning, the years as old.
Last year, begonia lock Zhu Lou, flower under Qing dance sleeve. Now, people empty thin, begonia fall Qiong eyes.
4, firewood and rice, lampblack, should have; Simple food, do not feel bitter; Hand in hand, and grow old together.
If there are a hundred mei thousand red in the world, only you are the clock of love. May there be years to look back on and grow old with affection.
This life is short, no you. There is no joy in life without you.
If the heart does not move, the wind is helpless. If you do not hurt, the years will be safe.
If you look back, a smile falls the city. If you are happy, it is the end.
Mountains without mausoleum, rivers for exhaustion. Winter thunder, summer rain and snow. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with you.
Born for the same room, death for the same hole dust. Others are still encouraging each other, but I am with you.