Hot and disgusting romantic love letter 1
My kiss burns you like a flame, shining with white silk inch by inch; If the rain is vacant, if the sea is abrupt, it is like the wind rustling, like the snow singing; If birds crow in the stream, if clouds hold peaks.
Tenderness is not my nature, such a wonderful little universe, let the moonlight breed the night and urge the oath of love: My Hai Ruo, I am the daughter of the wind, and I will never betray the sea.
This is your dream. Were you still in the water when you woke up? !
A curtain of dreams, drunk red dust. A pool of spring water awakened the willow tree. Do you still love early spring and March? ?
And I am not a butterfly, I don't chase or play with flowers, and I don't miss March in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River!
And you, like a pear flower that doesn't carve white jade, a peach flower that doesn't draw, and a lotus flower that doesn't dye spring water, rain is like a flower; At a glance of spring, Jiangnan is green. A red apricot, drunk misty rain. You belong to spring and rainy March in the south of the Yangtze River!
Feng's daughter? Can only disturb the peace of the sea! The most primitive and true nonsense symbolizes the most rational and realistic objective existence! I think about it every day and dream every night. The translation of dreams is always the opposite. When you wake up in a drunken dream, it is always ignored.
What's wrong with me? !
You said you were in trouble and asked me if I was afraid.
You said you were a little witch and asked me if I was bored.
You say you are good or bad, and ask me if I love you?
Now you say you are the daughter of the wind. What will you ask me when you wake up? !
What's wrong with me? !
Don't be me, don't be me, don't be me; With you by my side, I am happy and worried; I'm sad and miserable without you by my side!
The first time I walked in your garden, it was also spring, and I was writing a poem: The sunset is hidden, the geese return, and the peach blossoms are drunk for whom!
When I hear your piano, I don't want to walk into your world; Short hair and a red coat. The door is closed, I can only see your silhouette through the glass; I knocked lightly for no reason. I hope you can look back. I want to see your face. You are still, immersed in your music world, and your petite back vibrates with the melody of music, so that the silhouette will always be fixed in my dream and eventually become illusory; I know you won't give yourself to a poet you've never met. This is my habitual thinking, but my heart says to me: this is my woman! This is also my habitual thinking: reverse thinking!
So, I quickly wrote a small note, a few lines of grass, full of poetry, feeling good, signed: ugly man! Let someone else give it to you, and I will disappear. I also designed several encounters, and you fell into my fairyland step by step. Who was trapped by whom? People whose souls are infinitely close!
Your world is not generally pure. Besides your music, you also have a beautiful writing kingdom. Your beauty is softer than I thought, like your music, and the melody is as light as a feather. Who makes you so simple, elegant and beautiful?
Dancing solo in dreams, dancing in words and dancing in music are proud of plum blossoms, only for peach blossoms in March, and the snow will grow old!
My mind disdains to read those beautiful articles you published, and my eyes disdains to covet your beauty. I am not a rouge gouache, nor a writer of flowers and willows; I only feel your heartbeat and breathe your pulse in your music world. I understand your music and your naked soul. In my eyes, you are transparent!
I gradually advance towards you, your fragile inner defense line retreats layer by layer, your arrogant thoughts gradually retreat, your frozen heart lake gradually melts, tinkling your soul; That spring finally broke into your dream, that ugly man finally broke into your love, and that Hai Ruo finally broke into your life.
So I conceived a novel for you: phytoplankton!
At the beginning of the twentieth century, I designed a portrait for you: you have a thick and long braid on your chest, your face is flushed with spring, and your slender fingers are floating in your hair. Two pools of eyes, if it rains like the sea.
At first, the silhouette on the desk made you happy. You hiding behind the glass are no longer nothing, but really exist in my four worlds: dream, eyes, heart and life.
I want to kiss you, kissed you hiding behind the glass; I want to wake you up with a kiss, watch the sun with you and go out to sea together. Ah, I want to write a poem for you: a kiss from a small universe!
Woman in the wind! The wind can't blow away my clever words, and the wind can't blow away my desires! Ah, I want you to spend the night in Jiangnan in early spring, with my poems!
Kiss of the small universe
My eyes are covered by you again!
Hai, I hate you! You promised not to get up and write while sleeping with me.
I smiled and shook to lock your photo frame: Who said I wouldn't hug you? I still hug you now!
Fool, the living are here, what's there to see!
My little witch, you don't understand this! You are life, she is art, art is higher than life, this is creation!
Live with your art.
Ah, I'll pull up your red pajamas and kiss and lock your red lips.
You're ashamed. You mumble: well, you are really annoying. I hate the smell of smoke. Let me see what you wrote.
You are tearful, grab the writing paper and pen on the table, drag me to the bedroom and turn on the music.
I dance for my music and I dance for you. I want you to write it now: a kiss from a small universe!
I look at you naked, and tears moisten my heart like salt.
Kiss of the small universe
Two firebirds are singing.
Parallel, suffocating space
Burn, blush
Burning, yellow shyness
Boiling blue galaxy
Flying, fragrant and vivid soul
Purple dance, moaning the tide.
Wake up, empty universe.
Wonderful beauty, misty rain does not know early spring.
Beauty, you can't see the red river with makeup.
Pure beauty, every sound is not stained with red dust.
Flying adds fragrance and color to the soul.
Kiss of the small universe
Red crisp drunk, Huang Huan woke up.
Ying Ying flowing water, clear pulse.
Prynne and Ross, it is so dense.
Infiltration, the dawn sun shines on Ran Ran.
Love, breaking into Hai Ruo's rainy dream.
I haven't finished writing it yet.
Passionate kisses fall and groan in the music!
Kiss, spin, change, never part.
Wake up the dream of Jiangnan, wake up the misty rain in early spring, and wake up the red sun outside the window.
The ugly man holds the moon, if the sea is the party, if the rain is the witness!
Time: On a moonlit night, in a lonely hut.
Hot and disgusting romantic love letters 2
I miss you day and night.
In the end, they all became unspeakable words.
I wonder what you do every day. I wonder every day if you will miss me, too. It's just that the longer time goes by, the more I miss it, and finally it becomes an ocean of time. No one can go boating and walk freely.
Broken the source of lovesickness, broken the thought of lovesickness, can I really forget you I don't know. Time cannot give me an answer. I can only look up at the starry sky alone and walk on my way home alone. Walking through the alley and the stairs, my eyes and mind are full of you. You disturbed my world, but you refused to make me feel better. You always torment me all the time, so it's embarrassing, and finally silence becomes a flower in the desert.
The night wind is sad and disturbing. Drink up the beer in your hand and look at the lonely figure under the reflection of the street lamp. Two people have a pair of shadows, that is, days are old and people are old. You just don't understand, and you don't have to understand.
I won't look for it in the indulgence of time. I'd rather be a drunk one of my own, and then one day I can completely forget you and be carefree. Even so, won't it hurt any more? If you don't grieve for you, you will grieve for others. People are so cheap. There will be no shortage of people and things that can make you feel sad. Is it the reincarnation of fate? Are you an emotional sojourner? Still unwilling to turn a blind eye?
If I turn away this time, will you know a thing or two? Sincere but never say it, but can't touch the heart that is at arm's length. If you like it, why say it? Touching can already make each other's hearts bloom. What a coincidence to meet someone you like at the right time!
Parting is the sound of the wind. Quietly, it is the sound of you walking through my heart, and finally it becomes silent and sinks into the sea. The black night sky wrapped me up and let me continue to indulge in this self-righteous sadness. The sea flooded my body and my soul was washed away by sand and stones thousands of times. I am stupid again and again, and I get hurt again and again, but I still can't stop thinking about you. Like a flame, it burns dangerously and crazily, and finally burns out all deep-rooted wishful thinking.
What else is there to say? What else can I say? Every word of greeting, but I still can't tell you how much I love you, and I haven't touched others until tears flooded me. Who is so stupid in this world?
Perhaps, it is impossible to escape from this prison of obsession. Not for you, evil, but for another person, evil. But it turns out that it is not so colorful. But it turns out that you can only hide your bitterness and smile brightly, you know? Can you see my little cover-up and helplessness? If so, can you feel sorry for me once?
The distant road is full of stars who don't want to go out. The road is so long and rugged. Without you, can you change back to the stability and tranquility of the world?
How many people will you meet in your life? How many tears have you shed? How many unbearable losses are there? After many years, I still miss it and still have a dull pain.
I don't have much patience to love someone, but I still stubbornly sink into the depths of love. Seriously, when I will go ashore, I will no longer be addicted, wandering and lonely. Will you find a warm embrace? Is it possible for two people to miss the world bit by bit with a pair of shadows watching the flowers bloom and fall?
Hot and disgusting romantic love letter 3
Outside the window, the night is like water. The night is still so beautiful and quiet.
A chill gradually invaded my heart, and your shadow drifted into my heart in the misty eyes.
Lonely night, supporting the broken thoughts. The north, far from Qianshan, is a distance that I can't cross in my dream. Looking back on the days when we were once dependent on each other, it turns out that after the vicissitudes of the world, people never forget their feelings in the world of mortals.
Take a sip of yellow-green tea and swallow it, with a hint of sweetness in bitterness. In the dim moonlight, I vaguely saw a lotus fragrance in the cup floating in the wind through the window.
Will you find a faint fragrance and walk into my dream by the cool moonlight?
You are gone, and the fragrance attached to the cool and humid moonlight tells me how much I miss you.
I am waiting in silence, you are in the distance, I don't know when you can set foot on the road home again?
In fact, I know that I am not the protagonist in your life story, but I am still waiting for your shadow.
Night, it's already deep. Moonlight dissolved, still white, sprinkled with soft silver, without a trace of turbidity.
There are faint clouds in the night sky, and I met you in my dream.
Dream, soaked in the cool moonlight in the blue night, with sad poems and your gentle smiling face.
You sigh in my dreams and ripple in my heart.
In the dream, we got together and left in a hurry. You come under the moon and wake me up by the window.
We are still speechless in our dreams. A little disappointment haunts my heart, will you be a little lost?
When I woke up from my dream, before I could shed tears, everything was gone, and my dream was gone, and I could never come back.
Where does love go? My heart is broken and my intestines are broken! Leaving only cruel memories and heartache floating in the night wind. Only in the lonely midnight, the rustling wind blew, adding a lot of helplessness. It's just that I left a sad regret in my tired heart forever.
What kind of heartbreak? The most beautiful love, blood parting! It is silence! It is regret! A thousand years' waiting has already turned into the beauty of the sunset and stayed in my heart.
You know, it's nobody's fault that you left. After all, you were so in love. As long as you love, even for a moment, it will be eternal.
However, in every tearful midnight, there are always some beautiful and mellow memories, which are hidden in the deepest part of my heart, so that those days of love turn into autumn waters and become permanent memories.
Farewell, lingering leave, and the last smile have become dazzling sadness!
Hot and disgusting romantic love letters 4
Just because you look back, I miss your dynasty and dusk from now on.
"Old Acacia" in Yuefu
I have been doing the same thing over and over again recently.
Find a poem, a memory, a fate and a first love.
In autumn of 2005, I was 13 years old. I met you that year, with clean face and bright eyes.
In the spring and summer of 2006, you came to me and became my deskmate.
In the summer of 2008, I knew I should be admitted to No.5 Middle School with my grades. Nevertheless, I did not hesitate to write down the word "experimental middle school". Finally, I miss you.
I was a stranger to you for the next three years.
I have always been silent, but you came into my world like the scorching sunshine in summer, which lit up my life in that beautiful summer.
My secret love for you, on the train of time, spans a whole 12 years, a cycle of the zodiac. I grew up from an ignorant little girl to a Tingting and tasteful girl.
20 1 1 I know that you are in love from the photos in my circle of friends. At that moment, the color of the world suddenly switched to black and white. On a silent night, I got up the courage and opened the first notebook in my life. It was the first time that I whispered my infatuation with you at my fingertips and wrote a poem belonging to this one-man show.
To my surprise, this poem was finally selected for the school newspaper.
At that moment, I decided to let go of all my obsession with you. I think this is the best ending of the story.
I have always been very self-abased, timid, so ordinary and so cowardly. Because of your Excellence, because I like you, I began to work harder and follow your footsteps closely, afraid to stop. After I let go of my obsession with you, I gradually discovered that I had been neglected by myself, and I had always felt inferior in front of you, so I could be chased by others.
From then on, I began to learn to accept others' kindness.
For the next four years, we fell in love separately.
I thought this was our last scene.
20 15 years, at the age of 23, I returned to my own life.
In the long years, I have repeatedly thought about one thing: why can I persist in such a dull one-man show for so long?
Unlike the secret love story in the novel, we are old friends and bosom friends. We are just classmates, and I have never dared to stand in the distance and secretly look at you.
Now I still remember that what attracted me at the beginning was your math scores. I have been good at math since I was a child. I admire people who are good at math. My initial secret love is worship. Strangely, during my closest six-month deskmate with you, we should have had many short stories. However, no matter how I recall it, I can't remember it. In my sporadic and vague memory, you seemed to have a slight rhinitis at that time, or maybe you always carried a small bottle of nasal passages on you. You always like to take it out and put it on the tip of your nose when you are free, and then feel refreshed.
During the summer vacation of 20 17, Hunan Satellite TV released the TV series "The Summer of Solstice hasn't arrived yet", including a beautiful theme song "The Chaser of Light". When I first heard this song, I couldn't help crying. The lyrics in the song instantly resonated with me.
I can follow you.
Sleepwalking chasing the shadow of light
I can wait at this intersection.
Whether you look back or not.
Every time I look up for you
Even tears feel free.
Some love falls like sunshine.
You had an advantage, but you lost it.
At this point, tears poured down my face and I couldn't restrain them.
The lyrics are melodramatic, but sensational.
The "light chaser" is not as selfless as people think, because she has not made any substantive behavior for the relationship between two people. She just watched silently from a distance and never dared to take the initiative to approach.
Unrequited love is a very hard thing, but every time I think of your sweet smile, it seems that all the hard work has turned into happiness and belongs to me alone.
If the initial love for you stems from admiration for you, what has attracted me deeply for more than ten years? Love and not love? I don't think so. It is true that my personality is introverted, but under the education of my family, my mind has always been very open-minded. Grandpa once said, no desire is just, no desire is strong. This sentence has been firmly imprinted on my mind.
I like you, not because I want you, but because it makes me happy, that's enough. If one day you have a lover around you, then I will no longer have a crush on you. This is not only a respect for you and the people around you, but also a respect for myself.
From now on, August 16 will be my lucky day. I've never been good at remembering, and I don't even care much about my birthday. Only this day I remember clearly.
On August 6, 20 17, after two years of seclusion, you were admitted to the civil service and invited me to the party.
Finally seeing you again after many years, you are still handsome and charming. You smiled and said to me, "Lao Peng, long time no see, your skin is really well maintained!" " "
It's just that you never know, from the day I received your invitation, I began to lose weight and skin care desperately, just to stand in front of you better.
You were excited at the dinner table that day. You drank glass after glass of wine, and then you told me about your past. Talking and laughing, under the witness of teachers and classmates, we are together. The moment you held me, I seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.
It's just that I don't know that the wonderful notes come from the cruelest epiphyllum in the world and are fleeting.
You were so drunk that night that we had to take you to the hospital.
The next day, you called me and asked me if I was embarrassed the night before and what I did. I paused for a moment, and then replied stiffly, "No, you just bit the teacher's arm. Call him to apologize. " You were very upset on the phone and said uneasily, "I'll send a message." I have no face to call the teacher. " You have always been a face-saving person, and your drunken gaffe in front of everyone makes you feel ashamed.
Today, I still regret the answer that day.
In fact, I was very happy that day, but because of you, I became nervous and passive about Nuo Nuo. Your active approach seems to be an unreachable dream suddenly realized, which makes people feel so unreal. At that moment, I was like a hungry little girl in the story of the little match girl, abandoned in a corner of the world, lighting candles in the cold winter, and I had hallucinations again and again. Suddenly, you appeared, and then the illusion became a reality.
I often regret it. Maybe I told you honestly then. Will you come back again? Unfortunately, there is no if. I tried to think about it a thousand times, and finally it dawned on me that even if I went back to the beginning, my answer would still be the same.
In the footsteps of chasing you over the years, I have grown up slowly and become a self that I can be proud of. I am happy because I love you.
All the people advised me to put it down, and I understood their pain. I just can't bear to let you go, and I can't bear to let myself go who works hard for you.
I am willing to wait for a result, maybe you will come to my side again, or you will hold the woman you love and join hands in the future.
No matter what the result is, I will be very happy.
They say that loving someone will make you more miserable. I don't agree with them. I like you for many years, and I am very happy. I have thanked God countless times for letting you appear in my ordinary life. Because of your appearance, my life has become more exciting!
I tried my best to find the first poem I wrote for you, but in the end it was in vain. I have published it on campus websites and literature websites, but the websites have been updated. After leaving school for many years, the former school newspaper has also lost its trace. I tossed and turned about this, and then contacted my classmates who I hadn't seen for many years, asking my schoolmates at school for help, but there was still no news.
I searched day and night for so long that I lost it after all.
This poem was written by me for this unrequited love.
I believe that one day I will really let go and draw a perfect ending for my years of love. This wonderful memory will remain in my heart forever.
There is a Song Yue in The Book of Songs that I like very much.
What a night tonight, roaming in the river.
What day is today? Together with the prince.
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion.
Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Hot and disgusting romantic love letter 5
Back many years ago, both men and women liked to express their wishes with love letters. At that time, love was always attached to words.
The love letters of those years are a kind of exquisite romance. It can give the beauty of distance to parting, the charm of missing to the distance, and the wishful thinking of meeting. Come and go have a deep aftertaste, which is always an eternal expectation.
Love is an eternal topic for human beings. No matter how the years change, it exists. In the past, people were more reserved, so they naturally chose love letters to convey their love. Even if they don't succeed, they will leave a spring in the article.
As time goes on, everything is changing. Nowadays, expressing love has become very direct and simple. In the short and fast pace, people will quickly make a judgment, either love, or not love, or love again. Love letters that can't solve the problem of right and wrong have been replaced by mobile phones, emails, QQ and WeChat.
Many things in the world, experienced, is forever. The love letter in my heart has been stained with the color of acacia, which is the collision of years and memories and the dialogue between hearts. I think without it, love will lose a sense of freshness and confusion, a simple feeling. In the years, I always miss the uneasiness and romance of "who sent Yunjin Book".
I always remember my first love letter and unforgettable first love. On that sleepless night, I wrote carefully and corrected it over and over again. I can't wait to write down the flowers in my life between the lines.
The gentleness of time can't compare with the passage of time. All this, now no longer exists. No matter how many oceans and seas are separated, it only takes a few seconds for the other party to receive your message, and make a quick choice without waiting.
In the face of this era when love letters are not needed, I feel sad. Once I saw an old couple on TV who have been caring for each other for decades, still looking through their treasured love letters, thinking that time is not old and love will never leave.
In fact, there are also electronic love letters now, which are similar in form to traditional love letters, but they are essentially two worlds. There is a wonderful comment: electronic love letters and traditional love letters are like coke and red wine, coke is used to quench thirst and red wine is used to taste; Enjoy the results by drinking cola and the process by drinking red wine; Red wine can be kept for a long time, but coke can't be kept for a few days.
Electronic love letters, no matter how touching the words are, lack romantic temperament. What's more, it can be easily deleted without a trace, and it can be easily copied and pasted thousands of times.
I don't deny that the convenient way of communication now really saves a lot of trouble. But it's a bit strange to think that you can dial a cold phone number to "talk" about love, use a mobile phone to "send" love, and use email to "send" love. You can decide a date in five minutes and start a relationship in ten minutes.
I think everyone understands the beauty of love. Why not treat such a beautiful thing in a beautiful way?
Lu Xiaoman's collection of love letters in Love Xiao Mei Za records the love between her and Xu Zhimo, which is difficult to reproduce in this technological age. The economic monster lurking in commercial times has already input the ancient roads, westerly winds and sunset in the countryside into the U disk and computer, and let the numbers determine the intensity of the wind, the fragrance of flowers, the thickness of snow and the darkness of the sky. Secular desire, a person, has been wandering around the decimal point since then, letting him freely allocate. Impetuous mood, together with a string of confused love, buried all romantic love letters in the back garden of the weekend.
In the lost era, chasing can't be recovered. Everything is changing, there is no choice, no way, only nostalgia. I hope that when people touch love now, they think not only of short messages, but also of warmer means.
Of course, no matter how strong the emotion is, after a few sunny days, it will eventually be diluted into a touch of wind and light clouds on the horizon. But what you write with your own hands on the paper with a pen will make many roads you have walked and many white clouds and flowing water you have seen spread in the years. That kind of thinking is that the mountains are high and the water is long, and that kind of love will always be integrated with time.
Tonight, a moonlit night. I turned on the light and looked through the old love letters with great interest, which recorded my secret emotional journey and made people so attached. On such a quiet early summer night, I want to open a page of plain notes, full of affection, write a affectionate love letter to the people I love and those who love me, restore thousands of thoughts to the first sight of plain white and colorless, and leave the last precious aftertaste and warmth in that coming era.
Those years of writing love letters, the out-of-print innocence of those years, will definitely fade away forever, not only because of the warm colors, but also because the sincere inner world that disturbed the world of mortals is gone forever.
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