"I can't have feelings for you other than friends"
I was very sad, so I dismembered him and stored him in the refrigerator at home
After a year, my mood recovered slightly
I met another girl as lucky as you. He already has a boyfriend, so I asked her out to negotiate with her boyfriend, and the negotiations broke down.
I accidentally killed her boyfriend with a brick, put the body in a petrol tank, poured cement into it and threw it into the Chengdu-Chongqing Expressway, and accidentally poisoned the girl.
The body was soaked in formalin and put in my basement.
Two years later, I fell in love with another lucky girl.
This time I became boyfriend and girlfriend with her.
But After a short relationship, she clamored to break up.
I couldn't bear to lose her.
So I hanged her in my house ...
I think I'm really not suitable for a lover. ..........
I met you when I wanted to freeze my heart ...
Honey, now you can tell me ...
You ...
I'm wrapped in thin clothes, but I feel colder. In fact, my heart is cold!
There was a sudden wailing of the flute in the cold night sky, and I suddenly remembered your figure that I wanted to touch but never faded.
remember I asked you: can you play the flute? You raised your hair and said gracefully, I can blow a little.
when did you start learning? Can you play a tune? I was very excited at that time.
I started to learn it in high school. I can buy my own flute, books and blow it. You said
I woke up and said: Is it that simple? I also want to buy a flute and learn to play it myself.
Soon I really bought a book and a flute and learned to play it myself. Now every time I see a flute, I think of that party. You say, you can play the flute!
it's been a few years, and I should learn to play, but my roommates say that I play badly, and I want to cry like a wolf, and I can't stop crying. I think I really haven't learned to play, because I didn't have you to teach me.
You are a melancholy prodigal son. Yes, I can see the melancholy, evasive and elegant expression in your eyes and your emaciated face.
someone once asked me: what kind of boys do you like?
I replied: I like boys who are introverted and melancholy, and I hate those boys who are arrogant and conceited. In fact, I often ask myself whether I like you because of depression or because you like depression!
Your expression is bleak and lonely, like a poet wandering around with his guitar on his back, twisting his poems from time to time and softly singing words that others don't understand. Yes, others don't understand, even I can't figure you out. I can only guess why Xiuzhu is so sad through the wall! Although I can't understand the reason, I can feel your feeling, because I am often disturbed by inexplicable sadness.
You like to write poems, but I didn't write much at first, and now I try to write, though not as good as you.
Your pen name is Ruoshui, and others say it looks like a girl's name. I think so, too. I often wonder why you chose the pen name Ruoshui.
water, pure Ming Ze, has no desire for few things, but it should be melancholy. Life often hates water growing in the east.
I think there should be a river near your home. Maybe you grew up in the water. If your heart is still, you will see common dust like clouds and smoke, but you are too far away, but your face is covered by clouds and haze, and you can't see your true colors clearly.
I don't know when I began to like you. Maybe it was from that day that you said sadly: There are not many truly pure things now, and there are fewer people who really love literature. Or that long sigh and melancholy eyes, lonely and desolate!
The days to come are the days when you abuse yourself! Obviously I like you, but I pretend to be indifferent and indifferent. Obviously I am attached to you, but I say to myself that it is just appreciation, not like it! And every time you leave your back to me, I hate it. Are you deliberately avoiding me? So I also learned to leave my back to you, but when I turned away from you, my heart was aching, for fear that you would never understand.
The book I read the most is A Dream of Red Mansions. My most pitied figure is the crimson pearl fairy in the book. The crimson pearl grass is a gratitude to the gods, and I would like to return it with tears in the afterlife. The dream is broken, the tears are exhausted, and the infatuation is also lost with the fragrance of the county, while the sad songs only make the viewers cry.
The weak body is made of tears, and every time I recite Daiyu's funeral lyrics, it brings infinite sadness. Do you remember my song "Leng Yue Buries Flowers"?
The gentle breeze
can't erase
Last night, the tears of her lovesickness
The little dew
poured into her constant affection
She only loved the clear water of that bay
The distance between the silver and the Chinese
was only a few feet, a few feet and a few inches
, but it made her see through the autumn water
.
the first kiss
the last hug
the first love letter in an instant
Dear wife:
We will be together for 5 months in a few days, and it suddenly occurred to me that I have never written you a love letter for so long. I used to be together almost every day, and I said everything with my mouth open. I never thought about writing any love letters. Now that we are far apart, I can no longer see your real and satisfied smile that day, leaving me with only long thoughts.
now I know that it will be so hard to miss someone, and it really feels very long. Every day, I will think of the time we spent together. We have cried, laughed and owned together. Although we can't be together now, our thoughts have never changed. Sometimes, I wonder if it's worth it if two people have been waiting so hard, whether it's worth it, whether there will be gains if they pay, and whether everyone is equally sincere about love. I tried not to miss you, and tried to reduce my attachment to you, only to miss you more. In front of others, I can be strong and even cold. But in the face of you, I will never be hard-hearted. In the past, people said that my smile was always full of sunshine, because it contained your laughter and happiness, but now all I have left is deep blue. Without you around, even my smile will be melancholy. It turns out that love not only gives people great happiness, but also demands the same pain.
I really want to go back, hug you, watch your coquettish expression holding my hand, and listen to your sweet laughter ... We cooked together, but you still enjoyed the meal, even though the taste was not so good. I like someone to help me wash clothes and dishes every day, while hiding behind a book, listening to music and enjoying the rare leisure and laziness. Every time you are angry, you will turn around like a child, giving me only a back, and I have to spend half a day with my immortal tongue until you laugh. Do you know? What attracts me most is not your appearance, not your beautiful eyes, but your smile, sweet satisfaction and innocence, which makes people feel the warmth of sunshine. Seeing you, no matter how bad my mood is, I will turn from cloudy to sunny, because with you, I can live freely without any disguise, and I can no longer pay attention to those worldly trifles.
Although we can't meet now, I know that we are all thinking of each other and have the happiest happiness. Honey, do you know? Whether I am with you or we miss each other, it is the most romantic thing for me!
wife, I love you! !
a romantic love letter
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, even my family, she and I are not suitable. My education is a little worse. I am a graduate student and she just graduated from a vocational high school. I don't care about this. What I want is a wife to live with, not a diploma. What does it matter if I am sincere and happy? Maybe it's a lot of luck. A car accident put me on the operating table twice. Before the second hospitalization, I told her that the oral fracture could be repaired after this operation, but the deaf left ear may never be heard. I am studying a foreign language, which may affect my employment. You are still young, so you should discuss it with your family. I support any decision you make. I don't care, she said with tears. My heart is hot, but I still say: don't make a decision in a hurry, think it over. It was Sunday night. Monday was the first day after I returned to Beijing to rent a house for illness. I waited for her phone call, but there was no news. The next day, she and her mother came to see me and brought some money, saying that they would leave it for me to stay in hospital. I was moved again. However, that was the last time I saw her before the operation. I understood her decision, and I was speechless. Everyone has different values, I understand, and I have no regrets. So, in the great physical pain of the operation, I experienced another spiritual baptism. After all, I have gone through the most difficult time, and I am proud of my strength. After leaving the hospital, I went to her house for the last time, thanked her family for their help in my illness, and put an end to our affairs. Before, I promised to write a love letter to her, but I was too busy to write it. Finally, the time in the hospital is not busy, so I wrote the following words, which can be regarded as the epitaph of this love.
When winter comes, everything seems to become cold and numb. Even the days when you walked along Chang 'an Avenue holding hands in the sunshine have become extraordinarily distant and rigid, becoming a permanent memory. I sat in a corner of the hospital, trying to think about what happened between us in the past few months, to comfort the joy and sorrow in this faint day.
when I open my eyes, I see your smiling face. You whispered to me with a cup of hot milk: drink quickly, you are a patient. However, I can vaguely see the tears in your eyes. I couldn't bear to see your smiling face with tears, so I closed my eyes quickly to get a peace of mind after the operation. But at present, you are still in my arms, letting me wipe the tears on my face and cry emotionally because I heard my illness. My heart ached again, and I fell asleep in pity. In my dream, I was once again pushing my car and walking with you from the Lama Temple, and walking arm in arm with you in the Wangfujing Church. I woke up from my dream in pain and secretly prayed for the memory to pass away. Let me forget the Olympic sports in summer and the fragrance of McDonald's M. In the physical pain after the operation, I just want a peace of mind, however, this has become a luxury.
Missing is an unspeakable pain, just like a knife hidden in a corner, which often stabs a bleeding wound in the dark. I am standing alone in this bloody world without you, as if I were standing in an empty wilderness without anyone. The world is far away from me, and all the past events have become sleeping memories.
Fortunately, the gurgling flow of time will make all the pain and memory indifferent. The haze gradually dispersed in the winter sunshine, and the happiness of four months slowly cooled down, condensing into a warm memory in my heart. Like an altar of wine, hidden in the depths of memory, sealed up, not moving, waiting for years to turn it into alcohol little by little.
When I said goodbye to the past, I suddenly remembered my promise to write you a love letter, so I took up my pen and wrote the words on it, which was a proof of my honesty.