Second, I took away the loneliness in winter.
I promise to live a good life alone. No longer miss our past. I want to write you some words word by word. Only then did I find myself no longer entangled too much. I gave up too much. Too many things have been thrown away in vain. 20xx years. Give yourself a new start. Newcomer. Something new. Something new. Looking forward to the arrival of spring. The flowers are blooming. There is no longer you this winter.
Third, love letters. Tell our love.
In fact, as we all know, everything has become a thing of the past. In fact, we all know that we can never go back. What are we greedy for? This is no longer our love. Forgive me for not replying to your message. Forgive me for not answering your phone. It's time to end everything. Thank you for your warm hug. Thank you for your sweet kiss. Thank you for your simple love letter. This winter no longer has the warmth we miss.
Fourth, the prosperity ended. Cinderella and the frog prince. Return to the original position.
I am not your Cinderella. You are not my frog prince. The crystal shoes are missing. The princess's kiss disappeared. At that time. None of us have the courage to stay. What should go will go after all.
Five, you know. What I want most.
Memories of the past. An easy life. Simple and comfortable. At that time. We thought we would love each other for life. At that time. We thought nothing would change. We were naive at that time.
An anonymous love letter
It's the day of flying flowers in September, and it's getting cool. The autumn wind swept from time to time, lifting the skirts of pedestrians. I wrapped myself in a thin coat, but I felt colder. In fact, my heart is cold!
Suddenly, the wailing of the flute sounded in the cold night sky, and I suddenly remembered your figure, the one I wanted to touch in my memory but never faded.
Remember when I asked you: Can you play the flute? You lift your hair and say gracefully, I can blow a little.
When did you start learning? Can you play a tune? I was very excited.
I started learning it in high school. I can buy my own flute, books and play. you said
I woke up and said, it's 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 I learned to play it myself. Now every time I see a flute, I think of that party. You said you could play the flute!
It's been a few years, and it's time to learn to play, but my roommate said that I didn't play well, and I wanted to cry like a wolf. I think I really didn't learn to play because I didn't have you to teach me.
You are a melancholy prodigal son. Yes, I can see from your eyes and your thin face that you have a melancholy, evasive and elegant expression.
Someone once asked me: What kind of boy do you like?
I replied: I like introverted and melancholy boys, and I hate those arrogant and conceited boys. 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 singing softly what others don't understand. Yes, others don't understand, even I can't figure you out. I can only guess through the wall why Xiuzhu is so sad! Although I can't understand the reason, I can feel your feelings, because I am often troubled by inexplicable sadness.
You like to write poetry. I didn't write much at first, but now I try to write, although it's not as good as yours.
Your pen name is Ruoshui, and others say it looks like a girl's name. I think so too. I often wonder, why did you name it Ruoshui?
Water, pure Ming Ze, wants nothing, but it should be melancholy. Life often hates water that grows in the East.
I think there should be a river near your home. You may have grown up in the water. If your heart is still, you will see ordinary dust like clouds, but you are too far away, but your face is shrouded in clouds and you can't see your true colors clearly.
I don't know when I began to like you. Perhaps from that day on, you said sadly: There are not many really pure things now, and even fewer people really love literature. Still that long sigh and melancholy eyes, lonely and desolate!
The days to come will be the days when you abuse yourself! I obviously like you, but I pretend to be indifferent and indifferent. Obviously I have a good impression on you, but I say to myself that I just appreciate it, not like it! I hate it every time you turn your back on me. Are you avoiding me on purpose? So I also learned to turn my back on 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 pitiful character is the crimson pearl fairy in the book. The crimson pearl grass is a gratitude to Shenying Ganlu, hoping to return it in tears in the afterlife. Dreams are shattered, tears are exhausted, and infatuation is lost with the fragrance of counties, while sad songs only make viewers cry.
The weak body is made of tears, and every time I sing Daiyu's funeral oration, it attracts infinite sadness. Do you still remember my song "Leng Yue Buries Flowers"?
gentle breeze
Unable to erase
Tears of her lovesickness last night.
Small dewdrop
Pour her constant love.
Love that bay of clear water alone
Han Yin distance
Only a few feet, feet, inches away.
But let her see through the autumn waters.
Hope to break youth.
The shape is broken, the color is faded, and the flowers are withered.
I must make the snow fly!
That first kiss
Last Embrace
Instantaneous tenderness
The first love letter
Dear wife:
We will be together for 50 months in a few days, and it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't written you a love letter for so long. I used to spend almost every day together and say 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 true and satisfied smile that day, leaving me with only long thoughts.
Now I know that it is so difficult to miss someone, and it really feels very long. Every day, I think of the time we spent together. We cried, laughed and owned together. Although we can't be together now, our thoughts have never changed. Sometimes, I wonder whether it is worthwhile for two people to wait so hard, whether it is worthwhile, whether it will be rewarding if they pay, and whether everyone is equally sincere about love. I try not to think about you, try to reduce my attachment to you, and only miss you more. In front of others, I can be strong and even cold. But in front of you, I will never harden my heart. In the past, people said that my smile was always full of sunshine because it contained your laughter and happiness, but now I only have dark blue. Without you around, even my smile will be melancholy. It turns out that love not only gives people great happiness, but also requires the same pain.
I really want to go back. I can hold you, watch your coquettish expression holding my hand and listen to your sweet laughter ... We cook together. Although the rice tastes not good, you still like it. I like someone to help me wash clothes and dishes every day, hiding behind a book, listening to music and enjoying the rare leisure and laziness. Every time you get angry, you turn around like a child, giving me only a back, and I have to nag with my immortal tongue for a long time until you laugh. Do you know that?/You know what? What attracts me most is not your looks or your beautiful eyes, but your smile, sweet satisfaction and innocence, which makes people feel the warmth of the sun. 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 mundane trifles.
Although we can't meet now, I know that we are all thinking about each other and have the happiest happiness. Honey, you know what? Whether I am with you or we miss each other, it is the most romantic thing for me!
Honey, I love you! !
dexter
A romantic love letter
Maybe, in the eyes of others, even my family, she and I are not suitable. My education is almost poor. I'm a graduate student. 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 luck. A car accident put me on the operating table twice. Before the second hospitalization, I told her that the oral fracture can be repaired after this operation, but the deaf left ear may never be heard. I am learning 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 warmed up, but I still said: don't make a decision in a hurry, think about it. It was Sunday night. Monday is the first day after I went back to Beijing to rent a house for illness. I waited for her 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 me in hospital. I was moved again. However, that was the last time I saw her before the operation. I understand her decision, and I am 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, thanking her family for helping me with my illness and ending our affairs. Before, I promised to write her a love letter, but I was too busy to write it. Finally, the time in the hospital is not busy, so I wrote the following sentence, which is the epitaph of this love. When winter comes, everything seems to be cold and numb. Even the days when you walked hand in hand on Chang 'an Avenue in the sun have become extraordinarily distant and rigid, and become a permanent memory. I sat in a corner of the hospital, trying to remember what happened between us in the past few months to comfort the happiness and sadness in the dark.
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 can't bear to see your smiling face with tears, so I quickly closed my eyes after the operation to get inner peace. But at present, you are still in my arms, let me wipe the tears on my face and cry emotionally, because I heard about my illness. My heart ached again, and I fell asleep in pity. In my dream, I once again pushed my car out of the Lama Temple with you and walked arm in arm with you in Wangfujing Church. I woke up in pain from my dream and secretly prayed that my memory would pass away. Let me forget the Olympic events in summer and the smell 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 a kind of unspeakable pain, like a knife hidden in a corner, which often pricks a bleeding wound in the dark. I stand 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 everything in the past has become a sleeping memory.
Fortunately, the gurgling water of time will make all the pain and memory indifferent. The haze gradually dissipated in the winter sunshine, and four months of happiness slowly cooled down and condensed into warm memories in my heart. Like an altar of wine, hidden in the depths of memory, sealed up, motionless, waiting for years to turn it into alcohol bit by bit.
When I bid farewell to the past, I suddenly remembered my promise to write you a love letter, so I picked up a pen and wrote those words on it, which proved my honesty.