We were in high school at that time. Love at first sight, because of his personality, he is very dull, so he will choose not to deal with or solve our quarrel. I can't take it anymore. I broke up. Until the college entrance examination is over. . Because I love him, there will be one. I wanted to be with him in the future, but I gradually became familiar with each other's shortcomings. Went to college. Still together. But then I went abroad, my parents didn't want me to come back, and he preferred stability, so he chose to stay here and be his dentist in a famous hospital. . Last month he told me that he was engaged. . I don't know how I feel, but I feel that my youth is full of him. From 16 to 26: 10 years, maybe it's my character. We never give in to each other. Maybe it's not love.
Tell me a love story! Tell your own story.
He works upstairs in her office. They are across the street, and she secretly looks up at him every day, guessing his joys and sorrows, and recording them on the Weibo. One day, he left. Her Weibo was updated as: He's gone, and I'm thinking about him. The next second, there will be a comment immediately: fool, I moved to the floor opposite you, so I don't have to look down at you.
Tell me about the love story between Cao Zhi and Zhen Fu.
It is said that both Cao Cao and Cao Pi are busy destroying the pack, and only Cao Zhi is free because of his young age. Cao Zhi is gifted, well-read and knows everything by heart. He can write poems and poems at the age of ten. He spent a lot of time with this affectionate and beautiful * * and Guang Chen. Intimate, no doubt. The deep affection between Cao Zhi and Zhen Fei quickly rose to an inseparable level. When Cao Zhi, who is younger than her, showed naive affection, she unconsciously let Zhen Feitao indulge in illusory pleasure, so she showed maternal brilliance and sisterly love without scruple. Gradually, Zhen Fei was immersed in Cao Zhi's talent, and Cao Zhi also gave her infinite tenderness.
After the death of Zhen Fei, Cao Zhi once entered the DPRK and entered the palace. Cao Pi gave him a gold-inlaid jade pillow used by Zhen Fei. Cao Zhi sees things and thinks about people, and he is inevitably hurt. When I came back, I passed through Luoshui and spent the night on the boat, looking in a trance. I saw Zhen coming from afar against the wind and said, "I have a heart of mutual trust." Cao Zhi woke up and realized that this was a dream of Conan, so he wrote an essay "Feeling Zhen Fu" by the faint light of the awning window, and used Fu Fei, the water god of Luohe, as the incarnation of Zhenfei to express his long-accumulated love. Fu wrote that he passed by Luoshui and met the beautiful god of Luoshui. They love each other, but they can't be combined because of their different human natures. Finally, they had to leave disappointed. The article describes Zhen Fei's beauty in this way: "If you are amazing, graceful, Youlong, graceful, autumn chrysanthemum, spring pine in Hua Mao, covered by light clouds, you are like a beautiful neck, your beauty will be revealed and your elegance will be enhanced. Look at the clouds, trim your eyebrows, brighten your lips, have fresh teeth, look good, support your face, ring it, be quiet and leisurely, be gentle and graceful, and be charming. "
Love. Tell me your love story!
Our love story is very long. We met in high school and have been married since. Our relationship is really not easy. One in Hohhot and one in Hulunbeier for four years. It's really not easy to persist until now. We all sympathize with this relationship. .
Tell me some tear-jerking love stories. I am very grateful.
My father's lover
I am an orphan, perhaps the result of son preference, perhaps the product of love and irresponsibility between men and women.
He took me home.
That year he saw me in the garbage dump of the railway station-a beautiful and quiet little baby girl. There were many people around him, and he stepped forward. I seemed to smile at him, and he picked me up and held me tightly in his arms. He gave me a home, a home that I have loved all my life.
His life is very miserable. His parents were both returned scholars, but they didn't escape the cultural catastrophe. Both of them died in anger, and he was not spared. He was sent to the countryside and soon separated from his girlfriend Lao Yan, who had been in love for many years. He was alone from then on until he came back to the city to find me at the age of 35.
When I was a child, I called him dad.
Childhood, there is not much unhappiness in my memory. Except for one thing: at school, some naughty boys in my class called me an "asshole", so I went home and cried and told him. The next day, he came to pick me up from school and asked the boy: Who said she was a bastard?
The little boy was afraid to make any noise when he saw that he was tall and burly. He sneered: next time someone says that, I'll beat him up!
Someone whispered: she was either born to you or illegitimate.
He took my hand and replied with a smile: But I cherish her more than my own daughter! If you don't believe me, who will stand up and show me? Whose clothes are as beautiful as hers? Whose shoes and schoolbags look better than hers? She drinks milk and eats bread every morning. What do you eat?
The children were suddenly discouraged.
After that, no one called me an asshole anymore. When I grow up, I always laugh when I think about it.
My life is much luckier than ordinary orphans. My favorite place is his study. There are books everywhere in the room, and his desk is under the big bright window. When the sun is shining, the silhouette of him working is like a backlit painting. I always look for books by myself, and when I find them, I nest on the sofa. Every once in a while, he would look back at me with a smile. His smile is warmer than the sunshine outside the window in winter. Tired of reading, I lay on his shoulder and watched him draw and write quietly.
He smiled and kissed me gently: Do you want to be my job when you grow up?
I pouted: no, the sun is so dirty.
Oh, I forgot to mention that he is a construction engineer, and the wind and the sun have not damaged his appearance at all. He is always neat and elegant in Wen Ya.
On and off, it's not that no woman wants to enter his life.
When I was eight years old, he almost wanted to talk to a woman about marriage. That woman is a teacher, young, smart and beautiful. I don't know why I don't like her, but I always feel that the smile on her face is paste. There he was, and she smiled sweetly and tenderly at me. Her smile magically disappeared while he was away.
I'm afraid of her.
One day I was reading a picture book on the balcony. She asked me: What about your parents? Never come to see you once?
I froze and looked at her, not knowing what to say.
She mumbled twice and said, this child, silly, no wonder they don't want you!
I was shocked.
Suddenly he came over with a livid face, took my hand and went back to the study without saying anything, slamming the door.
I cry alone in the quilt at night. He came in, hugged me and said, don't be afraid, don't cry, dad will accompany you all your life.
I haven't seen that woman come to our house since then.
Later, I heard his good friend ask him: Why did you break up again?
He said: This woman has a wrong heart. If you marry her, the children will not have a good life in the future. This child is my lifeblood. No matter what happens, I will love her all my life.
I remembered this sentence firmly when I was eight years old.
We've always lived alone.
He handled everything well, including letting me spend my adolescence smoothly and healthily.
After I was admitted to the university, I stayed on campus until the weekend because the school was far from home.
He sometimes asks me: Do you miss me? Do you have a boyfriend?
I always smile and keep silent.
There are several excellent boys in the school who always like to walk around me, but I don't like any of them: A is tall and handsome, but his grades are third-rate; B good homework, good eloquence, but looks really average; C looks good at his lessons, but he looks like a fool. I seldom talk to them. In my eyes, they are all naive and superficial. As soon as they appear in front of people, they can't wait to show their best. They are too easy to track and lose stability. I can't compare with my dad all my life.
On my twentieth birthday, he gave me a red gem ring. After dinner that day, he accompanied me to the mall, and he immediately paid for what I liked.
After returning to school, I found that my classmates like to talk about me behind my back. I don't care either. Because of my own life experience, I am used to being gossiped. Until one day, a good female classmate pulled me privately: They said that you have a boyfriend much older than you?
I am puzzled: who said that?
She said: It is said that several people saw it. You go shopping with him, and you are very affectionate! No wonder you don't like these poor boys. It turns out to be rich!
I thought for a while and my face turned red. After a while, I smiled: they misunderstood. ...
I didn't explain too much. I sat quietly reading, and my face was hot for a long time.
Go home at the weekend and clean up as usual. His room is clean, and there is a sweater he often wears by the bed. It is a brown bottleneck. When he bought it, it was originally a gray chicken collar, but I chose this one.
At that time, he smiled and said, well, it's up to you. It seems that my daughter thinks I am old and wants me to dress younger.
I folded my clothes slowly, smiled sweetly and thought about some odds and ends. ...
I remember when I was a child, my crib was put in his room. I have to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, so I grope for it myself. He always hears me quickly, turns on the light for me and says, be careful, little friend.
It was not until I went to primary school that I moved to another room to sleep.
I had a dream. I dreamed that he married another woman. They are all very young. That woman looks beautiful in a white gauze. At my age, I'm actually playing the role of flower girl. He smiled happily, but did not look back at me. I can clearly smell the fragrance of lily floating from the bride's bouquet ... I suddenly sat up and woke up. After a long time, I lay back and closed my eyes in despair. I gradually feel cold feet, slowly spread upward. I heard him come in in the dark, and then the little light by the bed came on. He sighed: What dream did you have? Crying so hard.
I pretended to sleep, but my tears dripped down my eyes like a leaky faucet to my ears. His warm fingers wiped away those tears over and over again, but they couldn't finish.
I was sick and lingering for more than ten days. When I recovered, he and I lost a lot of weight.
He went to school and told me, let's go home and live. There are so many people in a dormitory at school that the air is not good.
I nodded happily.
He picks me up by motorcycle every day. Facing his back, my heart is always happy and sad. ...
Graduated smoothly and took office. We live happily and peacefully, just me and him. We didn't say anything. We lived like immortals.
But God won't give me such long-term happiness.
He fainted at the construction site, and the doctor diagnosed him with advanced liver cancer. I am in pain, but I still know how to ask the doctor calmly: How many days are there?
The doctor said: a year, maybe a little longer.
I took him home. I went to work during the day and found a part-time person to take care of him. I took care of him at noon and night. He joked, look, it's dragging me down. I should go out with my boyfriend.
I also smiled easily and said: boyfriend? That's not Qian Shan's leisure. You are more important than any friend.
Every day after dinner, I go out for a walk with him. I took his arm, except that he was thinner than before, he was still tall and elegant. To outsiders, this is not a picture of family relations. Only I can see the cruel truth under the beautiful appearance. I am obviously sad, and I clearly see that my days with him are disappearing rapidly day by day.
He, very quietly, lives as usual. Read books and design drawings. The hourly worker said that he spent most of his time in the study every day. I like this research more and more. After dinner, I always make a cup of tea, sit opposite him, play chess and poker. Or help him sort out the information. He seriously stipulated: there are a lot of things that I am not allowed to move. Curious, I finally peeked when he was away one day.
Those are thick diaries. It recorded a passage like this:
"She has two front teeth, to pick her up from work. She shook and rushed over to give me a hug. "
"On her tenth birthday, she made a wish that I would always be young and wait for me to be like her. I am happy, she is really a flower in my lonely life. "
"I sent her to the university to report for duty today. She was better than me in everything, and I realized that she had grown into a beautiful girl, and I was dying. I hope her life will not be as lonely as mine. "
"She has pneumonia. I kept calling my name in my lethargy, but I only cried when I woke up. I was shocked. I didn't expect my marriage with that woman to have such a big impact on her. "
"When I sent her back from school, I felt cold on my back. I took off my clothes and checked it, only to find that it was so wet. Alas, this child. "
"The doctor announced that I have one year to live. I'm not afraid, but she worries me. How to make her live a healthy and happy life after my death is my primary consideration. "
……
I was holding a diary, tears streaming down my face. It turns out that he knows, he knows, I love him!
A few days later, the pile of books disappeared. I know he took care of it. He doesn't want me to know that he understands my mind, but he doesn't know that I do.
The following spring, he left.
On my deathbed, he held my hand and said: I wanted to give you to a good boy, and it was too late to watch him put a ring on you before leaving.
I smile. He forgot my ring. He put it on me when I was twenty.
While changing his clothes, I felt restless, unconsciously held him tightly in my arms, kissed his ear and murmured: I am your woman, your lover.
He closed his eyes in the middle.
There is a letter from him in the desk drawer, which is very short: you can miss me when I leave, but don't always miss me. Living in peace is my greatest comfort.
I didn't cry my eyes out.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought I heard him say, be careful in the bathroom, son!
At this time, my tears, unscrupulous surging down.
be heartbroken
If Romeo falls in love with Juliet, if the cat falls in love with fish, then there will be …
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Cats like fish.
Cats and fish grow up together. Cats like sleeping on crimson carpets, while fish like swimming in light blue water.
Cats live on soft cotton mats and fish live in hard fish tanks.
A cat will stir a warm ball when it is bored, and a fish will lift a cold stone when it is bored.
Cats like fish's black body, and fish like cats' white fluff.
Cats like fish.
The cat suddenly wants to hug the fish one day. For such a long time, he could only look at her through the glass. He wants to try.
There is no other way. The cat broke the fish tank.
So the fish fell to the ground with a lot of water and a lot of glass.
The cat pressed the fish's soft body, and the fish struggled gently. She heard his eyes say: I love you.
Cats like fish.
Later, the cat was driven out of the house because it broke the expensive fish tank and stained the beautiful carpet. And ... almost killed hundreds of dollars a fish.
The fish was put into a new fish tank, but the water in the fish tank was no longer clear and there was no one he loved on the carpet, so the fish felt a pain in his heart.
Cats like fish.
The cat was walking in the street, and the cold wind blew, and he felt freezing cold.
The cat thought of the fish, and he knew that she thought of him, too.
The cat decided to go back to find the fish.
Cats like fish.
The fish cried in the fish tank, and the blue tears dissolved in the water.
The cat jumped out of the window and lay beside the fish tank.
But cats can't stay long. If its owner sees it, it may be thrown there again. So the cat picked up the fish and jumped out of the window.
The cat swallowed the fish.
At the moment of being swallowed, the fish's eyes were full of smiles. She knew what he would do.
Cats like fish.
The next day, people found a cat that hit the wall and died by the flower bed. There is a completely dead fish in his stomach.
Together forever?
Cats like fish.
The ending is not the ending.
Come to a touching love story at the age of 6.50.
I have seen too much, and I have stopped crying. That story activated my long-lost tears ... the name is "the turning point of youth"
It's true.
She is very beautiful. She had flowers when she was sixteen or seventeen. Beautiful girls are always puppy love, because there are too many boys to chase, and she doesn't.
Her name is Lan.
After graduating from high school, Lan went to a distant university.
The city is small and the climate is hot, but the campus is surprisingly large and elegant. Like many colleges and universities, the campus is built in the suburbs, and there are tombs in the Qing Dynasty or modern times in the low Woods around the college and even in the campus, so the trees grow extremely luxuriantly. Flowers bloom more brightly than anywhere else, and the blue smile is like a blooming rose, blooming one after another in everyone's eyes on campus.
The beauty of blue is a great surprise for lonely college students. When the election results of the new school flower were half boring and half serious, Lan's name was high, and Lan smiled, but ignored it. Finally, the appearance of blue is no longer the surface attraction of branches. Lan majored in Chen Jingrun and abacus, but unexpectedly won the first prize of every essay in the hospital again and again, and then became a beautiful host of various performances in the hospital. When the blue long-haired dress appeared in front of the little boy, Blue knew that she was no longer a bonsai that could not be verified.
College time is so hasty that I don't even have time to fall in love.
Every weekend, the girls downstairs are all boys, or shouting 32 1 or 109. As soon as the shouts fell, the girls put out their heads and said "coming" sweetly, then hugged each other and walked away. There are often bold or shy boys downstairs calling Lan, but after several years, all the girls in the same dormitory have been called by their names, but they have never heard anyone dare to call Lan downstairs in public.
So many years later, Lan can still recall that kind of lonely heart.
On the weekend night, all the girls in the dormitory left. It was windy before nightfall. Music came from the radio station next door or the yard, curtains fluttered against the wind, and occasionally cicadas sang, which was also lonely. A person sitting on a blue lattice bed, a little hungry, a little embarrassed, the kind of pain that has plummeted to the depths of my heart, sad to say nothing.
There are not many brave suitors in other people's imagination. Maybe everyone thinks it's too late. Someone must have got there first, so no one dared to go, so Lan was so beautiful and proud. The best time of her youth is always on weekend nights, alone.
Then the days passed, and it was not until before graduation that people clearly saw that blue was still a shadowy sheet.
A few days before leaving school, a blue boy from different departments, Lin, the nephew of a governor, was tall and straight, always looking at others. On a rainy day when I was drunk, I stood downstairs all night alone. Everyone knows it's for Blue, and Blue knows it, but Blue doesn't speak. It's already the night of parting, and everyone knows what this means. That night, almost everyone who could talk to Lan advised Lan, but Lan only said, It's too late. Really, it's too late No one knows that I have been alone for three years, and my pride is actually empty. Now that it has happened, I shouldn't have some final sadness. Lan finally stopped talking and everyone cried.
The same proud boy never talks. After returning home, he had a high fever for several days. He only shouted one word in his illness: blue. Everyone in the boys' dormitory was surprised when Lan appeared at his door. Lan stood in front of Lin's bed and said nothing. He cried, and so did she. Lan left school that night. Did not leave any myth for this campus. But Lan knew that the boy would remember her all his life and remember this cry. During that time, there was such a girl who cried like that with him. Maybe he wants a result, too Light light blue thought, maybe many boys and girls hope that in the last days, light light blue can leave them a love myth on campus, but when Lin went to find her again, the dormitory called "flower bed" on the third floor was empty. When he went up, he saw only scraps of paper and a wind chime that the blue didn't take away.
Blue didn't leave a result for those years in the end.
On the way to parting, Lan finally closed the thick commemorative album, and it was inevitable that the water in the rose years would disappear completely, but such an eternal parting would be passable without love. From then on, Lan always dreamed of campus, time and beautiful flowers. Lan also knows that the boy who cried for her in the rain finally achieved great success, and soon after graduation, the scenery in a coastal city was in a mess.
If you don't regret it, you won't cause any fetters to the ultimate consequences of life. Lan often dreams, and dreams are just hands coming from all directions. When you wake up, you are worried.
Lan is the only girl in the family. Her parents want her to come back after graduation. Lan is very obedient. Tear up the dispatch card, return to the small city in my hometown, and start working in small enterprises after September.
Lan stopped writing poems and looked back occasionally. Lan is still smiling and charming, but that autumn she was so thin that only a pair of big eyes were left. When the projection of youth gradually becomes clear from the obscurity, every seemingly repeated spring comes one after another. Another spring has come, and Lan is still walking alone in the cold city, flying long hair on the narrow road of this city, on the road of twenty-four.
Blue friends get married one after another. Hearing this, mother looked at Lan and said nothing.
Lan seriously thought that, in any case, the final result of love must be met by himself, not arranged or unwilling. But blue is not, and I can't satisfy it.
Lan is an obedient child.
One day at the end of April, Lan promised her mother that she would go on a blind date after dinner. Then Lan left.
Four years' work is another intersection. A speeding truck dragged a long way across the blue road. Lan was still breathing when she was taken to the hospital. The body is broken, but the face is incomparably complete. Maybe God pitied the girl with a perfect face before taking Blue away. The last time I saw blue, I just saw blue tears.
Sort out a dozen blue diaries and letters. Seeing the blue university photo album, I stayed.
When I went to Sohu in September, I suddenly wanted to see Lan's classmate records, found her class login, and saw the message for Lan: "Lan, please contact me." I'll go to Netease again, and I'll go to China. As long as I register for Blue's class, there is a message like this: "Blue, please contact me wherever you are."
"No matter where you are, please contact me." It's Lin
After thinking for a long time, I sent the commemorative album left by Lan to him at his address.
I think, after receiving it, he will definitely see four cards left by Lan in the mezzanine on the side:
The first picture: I was very happy to see a boy at the football match between the Department of Mathematics and the Department of Education.
1March 23, 993
The second picture: I finally know today. His name is Lin. On the way to the canteen, he gave me a look.
1993 June 16
Picture 3: I'm going to practice. I chose Zaozhuang, the hometown of Lin.
199365438+February 6th
The fourth picture: I think I love Lin. But ``````` has been allocated.
1June 24, 994
Love, always say it early, thinking it is a turn, but it is actually a lifetime.
7. You just fell in love recently. Tell me about your love story.
Love is a wonderful thing, invisible but unforgettable; The feeling in my heart is indispensable! When you really love someone, you are willing to give everything for them. However, this kind of love is rare, even if someone gets the word, it may just be that one party loves it deeply and doesn't know how to cherish it!
Give a touching love story!
There lived a middle-aged couple across the hall. They are all country people who make a living by selling vegetables. They really go out early and come back late.
Because my wife is the kind of person who goes to work normally, and I am a freelancer who makes a living by writing, and I have more free time, so the task of buying food and rice falls on me.
Because I am a person who doesn't like bargaining, and the couple are dutiful people who do business according to the rules, I naturally become their old customers and friends. They are also very kind to me. Every time I go to their booth to buy food, that man knows that I can't smoke, but he always hands me one with a sincere smile. Under my polite refusal, the man will put the cigarette in his mouth, smile at his wife and take it out.
Every time I see them express their silent love to each other again and again, I always envy them in my heart. Although the status is humble, the feelings are never thinner than others.
This morning, when I was writing an article, I suddenly heard a quarrel between a couple selling vegetables across the street. I guess they may have quarreled about a trivial matter for a while and will soon stop. But half an hour passed, and the quarrel did not stop, but became more and more serious.
Out of their constant respect for me, I knocked on their door.
The door was opened by a man. Judging from his expression, his face is full of guilt after doing something wrong.
I scolded the man before he could speak, and that sentence was harsh. Just as I was lecturing the man sentence by sentence, his wife pulled my skirt and said, I'm not for anything else, so I was angry that he hid another alarm clock, and the alarm clock he gave me was slowed down by him for 40 minutes. When I woke up, he went to the vegetable wholesale market five miles away to get the vegetables. That's it.
At this time, the man told me that 10 years ago, she gave up the opportunity to enter the rich family and married me hard, regardless of her family's opposition. Now I can't give her any gold, silver and jewels, a spacious house, but I can still give her 40 minutes' sleep. ...
The man said, my eyes are a little moist, and their love for each other is so real. These 40 minutes are far more than 999 roses given to each other by rich people.
Pet-name ruby tell me your love story!
He and I are classmates. I didn't even figure out how to be with him at first, just like a friend. He told me that he liked me and wanted to go out with me. At first, I didn't agree. Later, his friend advised me to talk to him, so I promised him. But then I found that when I was with him, I was like an adult with a child. I gradually got bored and began to hate him. But later, I gradually discovered a lot of things I hated. I broke up with him once, but I always felt hurt and a little sorry for him. We have one more time. Finally, I didn't feel anything, and I broke up again. Maybe he knows what I mean. He said it in front of me. I think it's okay. At least he will balance his mind. We agreed to be friends when we broke up, and we did the same, but it was still impossible. I think that person will be a friend now.
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