A selection of beautiful and lyrical love essays Part I: The night rain is cool, I miss you. I sit quietly in front of the rainy window, feeling like this cool drizzle, flowing in the world where I miss you. Every night with cigarettes, I miss your tears and blur my vision. I don't know why, there are too many disappointments, too many lingering feelings, and love has become a kind of sadness. The withered petals fall in the rainy season without you.
The evening breeze blows gently, a tree blooms and the petals of love float. Zi Xuan is quiet and beautiful, the peach blossoms are fragrant, and the elegant flowering period is warm and long. An emotion, rain-like romance, poetic feelings, bright and beautiful with a ray of warmth, gently flowing in the arms of love, savoring the warmth of heart and hand, heart-to-heart attachment. Love to the depths, but love the purple fragrance.
The feeling of missing is faint at midnight, like a poem and a dream. Let the words alone in the moonlight, whose thoughts and love are lingering? Reading your thoughts is like a rainbow after rain, and yingfei grass grows. The best happiness is the care you give. The most beautiful time is with you. Pick it up gently, with a charming color, embellishing the most beautiful scenery of this season. Listen to the voice of missing quietly, gently, in your heart?
The moonlight in the incense notes is warm, elegant and quiet, just like a window flower rain, faint fragrance, and more and more intense flower feelings. The story in the incense note is like the curtain of a dream, resting on the elegant flowers and listening to the cicada singing behind the rain. A fireworks, a lantern, how many years have passed, how many misty rains have passed, when will it arrive? It belongs to my unique style.
Standing in the depths of time, listening to the warm sound of spring, rhyming with the unique rhythm of the season, blooming fragrance season after season. Year after year, flowers bloom and fall, rain and snow fly, and we still believe that love will not lose each other. Those heartfelt thoughts are always condensed in my pen, and those unforgettable feelings will always warm each other's hearts. May happiness walk on the road of cherishing each other.
Love, between time, makes words rhyme, dyes words and fades soft thoughts. Love is light, light as a wisp of smoke. Love is very heavy, and it is more important to care for it with life. Holding hands with love in the fragrance of a cup of tea, the years that depend on each other and know each other in those words have already been marked by time, warming the most beautiful scenery in life.
A wisp of breeze, a curtain of drizzle, flows in the season when roses are fragrant. Love, an elegant gesture, like the quiet beauty of this season, softens many people's hearts and touches many people's hearts. Under the quiet moon, whose dream is decorated by the whispers of birds and butterflies, pouring out the heart of love, the window of the soul where the moonlight floats? Where is my love? The tenderness of the years is the affectionate watch of the seasons.
The sunshine after the rain is warm and long, who is drunk with time. The faint fragrance of flowers, who is obsessed with fantasy. A rain, and never look at each other again. A love, slowly fading out of time. Bring a ray of sunshine, give yourself a happy reason, and let all the sadness fly with the wind. Let happiness fill your heart, and walk gently among flowers, birds, fish and insects with inner peace. I believe that when a rain falls, I will finally have my own unique fragrance.
The moon is faint, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and it still permeates the night sky, which is more romantic and less lonely. The night with stars will not be lonely, because the wind knows. Don't ask how long you have been in love. Flowers fall in my heart, unforgettable. No longer ask how long the dream is, the fragrant words are full of deep and shallow past events. After the prosperity, the moonlight fills my heart like water, and remains quiet and serene after the dullness.
Standing on the rainy shore, I looked up and looked far away. The missing flowers were gently blown up by the wind and landed on my brow. I miss you quietly, making my distressed tears slip into frost, and making my deep thoughts pass through desolation. Years will remember what it was like to study abroad at that time. Perhaps, when the next morning comes, your breath will still haunt me, but you have become the past?
When I miss you, my eyes will shed tears unconsciously. When I miss you, my heart hurts. In this world, you are not the best, but my favorite. Sometimes I always think, maybe, we are really people from two different worlds, with different ideas and concepts, and even our attitudes towards life are different. Perhaps this is also the reason why we have come to an end. Behind the gorgeous life is loneliness, there is no need to have too much.
I don't know how long it took, but I have been sleeping in Zen and romantic words, full of purple lingering warmth. Whether to rhyme with the thoughts piled up in words, dye the memories of the years, and splice them into a heart that was once dribs and drabs, leaving tears full of parting pain. I don't know how long it will take to make faint thoughts no longer infatuated, long cares no longer heavy, and deep love no longer faces each other from a distance.
Selected Works of Beautiful and Lyric Love Prose II: Love is like boiled water, just like his left hand and his right hand. Although they are independent and humble, they can never give up, and they can't give up. Otherwise it will be extremely painful. -Inscription.
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She never drinks tea and doesn't like any drinks. Her habit is to drink boiled water.
Boiled water, a cup every morning, although insipid, she has a special liking. This has been her habit for many years. Especially when she is thirsty, the only thing she can think of is boiling water. Take a sip at this time, as sweet as dew.
There is no language in the mountains, no waves in the deep water and boiled water, which is a kind of peace and tranquility after beautiful boiling. Clear and transparent, dust-free and flowerless.
He likes tea and comes out to win cups all the year round. The cup was full of tea, which never left his hand. For many years, he only drank one kind of tea-Tieguanyin.
Tieguanyin, the soup is golden and rich, like amber. He said that the tea brewed by Tieguanyin is fragrant, sweet, mellow and long-lasting. It has the reputation of "seven bubbles of incense".
It is these two people, one likes drinking boiled water and the other likes drinking strong tea, who have lived together for more than ten years.
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She loves to drink boiled water, but her heart is like Guanyin tea. The cup is fragrant and full of romantic fantasies.
She always hopes to catch a mountain spring, cook for a quiet time and hold a pure and perfect love forever.
She is a flower in the dust, secular and humble, but she has a lonely heart, but she has to repeat the routine days in reality.
He loves Guanyin, but his thoughts are like boiled water, calm and calm.
Look at the clouds in the sky, it is unintentional to stay; Flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and honor and disgrace are not shocking. This is him, endless, indifferent and quiet.
Over the years, she still drinks her own boiled water, and he still likes his own Tieguanyin. Their hobbies are very different from those in heaven and earth. Their outlook on life is that pragmatism and dreams are far apart.
They seem to be people from two different worlds, independent and doing what they like alone. Never ask the other person to change anything for yourself.
Sometimes it seems interesting to think about God's plan. Two people with completely different interests must have complementary personalities.
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In the morning, she got up on time, and it was cloudy, as if it would rain quietly at any time.
But she still walks on the quiet blue brick path. She likes the scenery in the morning. I like to listen to cicadas' heart-rending chirping, like the refreshing feeling of walking briskly on the path, and like the calmness of Ye Er's gentle landing on the ground. Morning light, morning wind, morning dew, morning light? Beautiful and hurried morning, oh, she never wants to miss it.
Every day her life is like this, at three o'clock and one line, doing morning exercises, writing and sleeping. Repeating simplicity, repeating monotony. She always said that her life is like boiled water, clear and tasteless, but it must exist.
After coming back from morning exercise, he cleaned up, took a hot bath and had breakfast, all of which he had already prepared. Then, she will habitually sit in front of the computer.
At this point, she just sat down and froze. Her heart was hit by something called tenderness, and tears filled her eyes?
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On the computer desk, on the right hand side of the keyboard, there is a cup of boiled water. Beside the cup, there is a small bag of medicine for stomachache.
She knew that he must have put it away before going out.
For many years, chronic gastritis has been bothering her, using a lot of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, but it is still good and bad. In fact, she knows that stomach trouble depends on raising, taking medicine to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Many times, even when her stomach trouble is very serious, she always forgets to take medicine. Normally, he would call back and ask him if he had taken any medicine. She will be shocked to say that she forgot and answer him to eat later.
But put down the phone and do your own thing, and soon forget it. It was not until he came back from work at noon that he knew that she had not taken medicine.
She doesn't know whether he is disappointed in himself. In fact, she knows that he is helpless except love.
Today, however, he changed his strategy and put a glass of water and medicine where she could see and reach it.
She held the cup with infinite emotion. That glass of water is a clear spring. In the long river of years, it is rippling, so clear that it gurgles a soothing and wonderful melody.
She finally knows that after so many years, maybe he is the cup, and she is the boiling water in the cup, which can't make waves and can't walk out of the world.
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I wonder when it began to rain outside. It is raining in Mao Mao.
She likes rainy days, especially the hazy drizzle.
It suddenly occurred to her that it was a rainy day. They walked in the rain without an umbrella. Gradually, the rain wet their hair and clothes. He suddenly took out a photo from his chest pocket and said, "Don't let her get wet in the rain." She knew it was her picture. For many years, the photo has never left the pocket of his coat, which is the closest place to centrifugation.
On another occasion, they chased each other in the rain. He accidentally fell to the ground. Looking at his embarrassing and undisguised mess, she cherished and couldn't help laughing, and the laughter resounded through the whole sky.
Many years ago, in such a rain, they used to look at the sky quietly, feel the coolness of the light rain, and let the clear dust wash away the years.
She remembers. Does she remember?
Suddenly, she felt an approaching concern, overflowing her heart and warmth?
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So she was immersed in quiet time for a long time.
Just holding a cup and thinking silently.
Just looking at that glass of water, filled with emotion?
In her heart, there has always been a desire to talk about an eternal love in a quiet and happy life.
She has always felt that love should be a vigorous combination of life and death, a heart that looks forward to the sunrise and enjoys the sunset at night, a life and death promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son", and a thousand insistence of "tightening your belt and never regretting"? She decorated her romantic and wonderful love in her Fortress Besieged.
Now, she is thinking, what is love? What is happiness? Does happiness have anything to do with love?
She always felt that they were not like husband and wife, but more like right-hand men. Whether they love each other or not, they are willing to stay together all the time.
This cup of boiled water hit her heart. What kind of love can put this cup of boiling water at her hand? What kind of grandeur can stand the dull years?
She knows that this cup of boiling water is a steady stream of fine water.
This cup of boiled water, together forever, never give up.
It suddenly dawned on her that his love was tragic and calm, that is, "when you come, you have a heart, and when you go, there is not a blade of grass."
Slowly, just drink that bag of medicine with that cup of boiling water? This is their love, she thought.
Outside, it is still raining happily, and that drop of rain falls in her warm arms. She really wants to turn into a butterfly and fly lightly in his heart.
Selected Works of Beautiful and Lyric Love Prose III: Love is like a poem, and the sunset is several degrees. No matter how many years love has gone through, no matter how painful it is, no matter how vicissitudes it is, no matter how sunset it is, we will show the beauty of love with our heart, just like a picture scroll, no matter how many faces are mottled in the depths of the years, it is still warm!
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We trudged through streams and dangerous beaches in those years. The deep love in those years, like a ray of sunshine, lit up our hearts. We cling to each other, walk through the darkness, greet the dawn and join hands with the sunset!
What is true love? The years that depend on each other until the old age are love, and the short years are also love. Just like love at first sight, but forced to break up, it is also true love.
Love is like a poem, like a song, wandering in our hearts. We watch the spring flowers, the autumn moon and the four seasons with love and listen to the whispers of the years. The halo of the sunset lengthens our figure and the years of love. Drifting with the flow of life, singing a song of love in a low voice?
Love is like a poem, the setting sun is several degrees! Life is alternating, only the sunset, with a broad mind to witness those stormy days, but also to witness those days that were once dependent.
Our eyes have the light of love and the melancholy of the sunset. Life is short, but we love eternity! Then, we should cherish that love time more.
Just like that year, my love. Since we met, words have been the link of our communication. However, those days separated by dangerous beaches and streams brought us into the deepest part of time. Finally, I look at you from time to time, watching how the same sunset falls to the other end of the mountain, and watching how the stars are covered by kitchen smoke.
Those regretless days are engraved with our most beautiful and true hearts. In my mind, I feel the warmth of the years. Sorrow and tears seem to have brought us into a bottomless abyss. However, after a few years, we will find that those pains and disappointments are just used by God to sharpen our minds. Otherwise, how can there be today's indifference and freedom, how can there be today's attachment to the years and poetic heart for love?
It's late autumn, and it's getting colder every day. I saw those floating dust, emitting strange brilliance in the sun and forming beautiful light lines. Fallen leaves gently fall under your feet, telling the loneliness of reincarnation. My heart is surprisingly calm. Life is lucky to see the four seasons of everything in the world and experience the ups and downs of everything. We will cherish this short life and short love more!
Sunset, eyes dripping on the water. Birds that come home late chirp at the sunset and then return to their nests. Couples talk and laugh hand in hand and look back at the sunset from time to time. Beyond the sunset, summer flowers have long been lazy, no matter love or hate, they have long been silent. Love that penetrates the years has long been in the heart since ancient times.
The love of years, how magnificent! You let us use our whole lives to honor the sincerity of our promises and also use our whole lives to understand. Then, you let the warmth of love slowly approach our hearts. In retrospect, it was all understanding and moving.