A short and sad love story

Love is the eternal theme of human emotional life, and it is also an important material for literary creation. Many love stories come from life. Have you seen those sad love stories? The following is a sad love story I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

A short and sad love story 1: They used to watch each other.

Thirty years ago, I lived in Songjiang Old Street? At the end of Tandong Street, there lived an old man who picked up junk. His clothes were patched, but they were clean. Every day, he always carries a worn-out big cloth bag and an iron hook, and shuttles between garbage bins. I know him at a public water supply station. He often washes some rice and vegetables with a small aluminum pot. Once, when he left in a hurry and forgot to take little aluminum pot, I picked up aluminum pot and gave it to him. In his hut, I saw a neat pile of broken books, and the wires were covered with clean rags. He came out of the garbage and saw me, his eyes mixed with surprise and joy. From then on, I became the only person in the old street who had contact with him.

I like reading books, but there were no other books to read at that time except political books, but I found one from the old man? Library? . He helped me sort out the torn "Young Guards" and "La Traviata"? Banned books? . Show me that book with a paste. The old man wants to take risks, but he trusts me.

I have seen him many times in the hut. He changed odds and ends of pennies from selling secondhand goods into dimes and ironed them with broken enamel cups filled with boiling water. The smile on his face puzzled me at this moment, and I was full of curiosity about his life.

Although I have all kinds of speculations about the elderly, there is a tacit understanding between us. He cleans up his junk, I read my broken books, and sometimes I run errands for him. Time flows slowly like running water.

Until one day, when I went to get the book again, the old man suddenly asked me for help with a solemn face. He took out a rough wooden box and gave me a secret commission.

A week later, he left forever. It is estimated that he died of organ failure caused by severe malnutrition.

I opened the wooden box because of his entrustment. There was a note for me on the top floor, and the trust and gratitude between the lines made me cry. With tears in my eyes, I saw several stacks of hot ten-cent bills with a thick letter at the bottom.

In the evening, I didn't tell my family about the wooden box. I walked through the big trees in the old street and knocked on a door. An old lady with white hair looked at me warily. I gave her the wooden box without saying anything. At that time, the old lady's thin shoulders and slender hands trembled violently, accompanied by extremely depressed sobs.

That night, I realized that the old man and the old lady were a loving couple. They used to teach in a middle school in the northeast. The old man is the headmaster and the old lady is the teacher. The old man refused? Draw a political line? Divorced her and was eventually expelled from public office. The old man followed the old lady's footsteps and came to her side. But the old lady hated herself for causing him trouble, hurting his career, ruining his future, refusing to forgive herself, and fearing that things were unpredictable, so she stubbornly refused him? How deeply grieved the old lady is by this helpless and unwilling refusal!

He respected her wishes, but he was reluctant to leave her, so he built a hut at the end of the old street and began to collect junk for a living.

An old street, where my wife lives at the corner and my husband lives at the end. Meeting each other every day without acknowledging each other breaks the heart of the wife, but makes the husband happy.

The old man watched his wife's lamp day after day, ironed every dime year after year, and accumulated a little wealth? Being able to improve his wife's life has become his only source of happiness.

The old lady took out their group photo, the imposing manner of her husband, the dignified beauty of her wife, and the contrast between the past and reality, which brought me unprecedented shock! The old lady also took out a stack of pieces of paper with different lengths, colors and materials, all of which were English letters. My knowledge of English at that time was limited, so it was difficult to recognize what it was. Only one line? I love you? Did I learn English? I love Chairman Mao? Understand its meaning in the sentence. The old lady told me that she wrote this letter with deep affection under the lamp every day, wrapped in love and tears! After this night, I suddenly understood? The most precious and beautiful feelings in the world are born in difficulties.

About a year later, the old lady and the old man finally got together, and I believe they will never be separated again. In fact, the couple are both young. When they left this world, they were in their early fifties at most. Acacia makes people look old, but? I love you? But it makes them so romantic and young in the dark.

Now, our society has already returned to justice and rationality, but please let us remember them? Remember this once story, remember this beautiful and noble humanity.

Sentimental love story 2: We are doomed to miss a spring rain.

Cao was sitting in front of the computer chatting when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a short message from Lin Feng. ? Huh? Shouldn't you be looking for my sister? Open on see, is come to invite her to dinner. I have something to ask her for help. I made an appointment with her to meet at the East Street Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodle Shop at 4 pm.

? All right. ? She returned it immediately without asking anything.

Cao Xilai is my sister, but she seems to have no feelings for Cao Xilai. They were in the same class in senior three. Although they didn't say much, he was attracted by her. He also confessed to her when chatting, but she refused. But he still won't give up.

After graduation, he asked her out to play, and she invited her sister. Cao is not like her sister. She is cheerful, lively and talkative.

On the first date, he wore a white T-shirt, a pair of light blue jeans, a pair of blue sneakers, a white face and black hair. He is clean and fresh. When we first met, Cao said to her sister in front of him. It's good! ? He smiled and touched the back of his head unconsciously.

From beginning to end, Cao was talking all by himself. She seems very excited. Cao came to look for a chance to talk, but his words were like a broken bead.

Every time they go out to play in the future, they will invite Cao, and Cao is also very happy. But I never showed a good impression on Cao, but I was very happy every time.

Before half past three, Cao Xuanxuan set off with a parasol. At the designated place, she was collecting her umbrella, and LAM Raymond followed.

? Brother LAM Raymond. ? She opened her mouth and cried. Her sister hasn't agreed yet, but she called me first.

? Well, I was caught off guard by her sudden cry.

? What do you want from me? She asked while eating rice noodles.

Come from carrying a bag took out a furry little monkey and a wrapped gift, handed it to her. ? This little monkey is for you. Please give this to your sister for me. If I give it, I'm afraid she won't accept it. ?

? Give me another one! ? Cao Xuanxuan readily accepted.

? Hey! I don't know what my sister likes. Such a good living person is right in front of me but doesn't know how to cherish it! ?

Come didn't speak.

? Hey! Brother Lin Fengge, you said you've been chasing my sister for almost half a year, right? Why bother? There are many fish in the sea. Ah! ? Come more don't know how to answer her.

? Hey! I don't know what you all think. ? After eating, she added.

They stopped by on their way back. Cao walked with a parasol and Lin Feng, walking very slowly, even without the usual speed. She was inexplicably quiet at the moment, glancing over from time to time. Don't talk when you come. In this way, we walked silently and quietly, each with his own worries.

After walking for a while, Cao saw several beads of sweat on LAM Raymond's white forehead, just like dew on the grass in the morning.

? Are you hot? Cao asked.

Come nodded his head.

? Why don't you come under the umbrella?

? No, no, no? People quickly refused.

? It doesn't matter. Let me thank you for your gift. ? With that, he raised his umbrella to Come's head.

Come suddenly embarrassed, red in the face, also don't know what to say. Because Lin Feng is taller than her, she has to hold her umbrella high. Come on, she just doesn't agree.

? Do you think we are like lovers? Cao said, and quickly took a glance at come, and quickly withdrew his eyes. After coming for a long time, I didn't say it, and the sweat on my forehead dropped a few more.

? Hey, hey, I'm kidding. Listen, you're nervous. ?

? I'm not nervous. What am I nervous about? What's there to be nervous about?

When Cao saw him like this, he wanted to laugh but didn't, and then he was silent.

When she got home, she threw the gift to her sister, and no matter what was in it, she went back to her room with the little monkey in her arms. She sat in front of the computer for a while and suddenly remembered something. She picked up her mobile phone and froze for a long time before sending a short message.

Come cell phone rang, he picked it up and looked at it. It was Cao, but there was no content. He never went back.

The summer vacation will be over soon. Come and Cao Ting are going to study in other places, but not in the same place. Cao was also promoted to senior three. The three of them often send text messages to ask about the recent situation. Come to Cao Tingfa, find Cao, and Cao will find Lin Fengfa.

The green days are decreasing day by day, and I don't know when there are fewer and fewer text messages.

Just like the spring rain when Mei Ziqing was young last spring, no one remembers when it ended, and no one remembers when it started, just like our youth.

We are doomed to miss a spring rain and a you.

Short and Sad Love Story 3: Her City

dry cleaning shop

That year, Wang Xiaohui was 36 years old, and his life was calm. Love with Liu Jie is a typical traditional love, blind date, get to the point? Marriage. I don't love you or me. I just want to give my parents peace of mind. When I feel I have some responsibilities, I will get married, have children, earn money and support my family. That's all. Although Wang Xiaohui no longer talks about love, he still believes in love and the heartache of love.

Nothing. Wang Xiaohui's favorite place is her friend Zimei's dry cleaner. This shop is clean and romantic. There is a small bar in the front hall, covered with purple vines and surrounded by soft music. Customers who come to the store to taste a pot of tea naturally smile, just like the spring breeze. After a long time, some people come, not to wash clothes, but to sit. Wang Xiaohui is one of them.

? Boss Zimei, have my clothes been washed? Beautiful male voice. Wang Xiaohui couldn't help looking back. Snow-white sports coat, dark sweatpants, tall and big figure, kind smile on his face, and well-proportioned are the looks of his brother next door. After only one look, Wang Xiaohui's heart thumped.

He saw Wang Xiaohui and nodded to her politely.

Wang Xiaohui blushed and said? Sit down, sit down, I'm here to play.

Wang Xiaohui doesn't know how she suddenly lost her mind. At ordinary times, how reserved she is!

Wang Xiaohui twist a head to see him go out with clothes, get on the bus, as if the shadow of past lives, how so familiar?

? Hey, what are you doing? Purple rose called her, and she found her gaffe and bowed her head and smiled.

? He is my old customer here, doing sales in Beijing, a very capable guy, a very tasteful guy.

Wang Xiaohui couldn't hear what Zi Mei was saying, just replied. She thought, who is he?

Good news bird

Wang Xiaohui feels like a blooming flower. She has a wish, a wish to see someone every day.

Wang Xiaohui likes shopping. She bought beautiful high heels, a colorful skirt, and even a sexy suspender to match her plain little suit. Occasionally, she wears light makeup. She decorated with her heart, just like a flower, and in her body, the devil was blooming enchanting.

Liu Jie never noticed the changes in Wang Xiaohui. Even that day, she never likes to show off. She put on her new skirt and asked him, what do you think? He just looked up and said he liked it. At that time, Wang Xiaohui depressed.

But the expectation in her heart finally made her depression disappear.

As soon as Wang Xiaohui entered the store, Zimei was stunned by her. Oh, it's been a few days, beautiful! ? Wang Xiaohui smiled, made some tea, and sat down, as if waiting for something.

After three transgressions, Zi Mei asked: What's the matter? Really? Don't be silly. I have a family, an industry, a wife and a son. Wang Xiaohui gave her a white look and said nothing.

? The boss Zimei didn't see him, only heard his voice. Wang Xiaohui's heart is pounding, it's him!

He said that he would attend a signing ceremony later and asked Zi Mei to iron the clothes quickly.

Purple rose replied, brought him tea and glanced at Wang Xiaohui meaningfully.

Wang Xiaohui didn't expect him to be so talkative, and every word was casual, but it was what she longed for and expected for many years. She thinks she has met the right person.

Wang Xiaohui was both excited and uneasy. I have always been a serious woman, how can I suddenly have such an idea? She bowed her head involuntarily.

? The way you bow your head is really beautiful. ? He said. Wang Xiaohui's heart, wow, suddenly opened, grand and brilliant, as if she saw the exquisite self in her heart.

Both of them stopped talking, quietly.

? Brother Jin, the clothes are ready! ? When Zi Mei came out, she deliberately slowed down. She felt unspeakable tension and a trace of ambiguity.

That's a nice suit.

Wang Xiaohui can't imagine what it would look like if he wore it. But in her heart, there is a bird that can report good news, flap its wings and fly.

Horsetail embroidery

When I saw brother Jin again, I was at the gate of the company, dressed in a gray suit, which was a little more charming.

? Oh, brother Jin

? Call me Yuzhou. ? Wang Xiaohui smiled, the in the mind choppy.

? If you are free, why not have dinner together?

Wang Xiaohui was silent for a moment and said? I'm going home first. ?

Wang Xiaohui didn't come home. She just got back to the office and called her in-laws to say that she was working overtime. She pressed down her throbbing heart and felt a flush on her face, and an unspeakable emotion spread from her heart. She thinks that she, a woman who has always followed the rules, how can she suddenly have such a big temper?

SMS: Meet an old friend in another country. Waiting for you. Yuzhou.

This time, Wang Xiaohui's heart was pounding. It seems that Yuzhou has a heart for her. Perhaps, he knows that he has met someone he likes. Wang Xiaohui's heart gradually calmed down at the thought of this. It seems that nothing happened because of her existence, but it just came naturally.

The dinner was pleasant, and we chatted happily, but the occasional silence was Wang Xiaohui's lingering eyes, and he dared not look at it.

? Here, I brought this back from a business trip. Look, do you like it? Jade boat gently put a sachet in front of Wang Xiaohui.

Wang Xiaohui knew it was a sachet embroidered with ponytail, a living fossil in embroidery. It is said that it takes more than 50 processes to make such a sachet, which takes more than a month, and the price is definitely high.

Wang Xiaohui was speechless, push to take off.

? How come? Don't like it? Jade boat eyes let Wang Xiaohui have nowhere to run.

? No, it's not. Wang Xiaohui really didn't know what to say. In fact, she is really speechless.

After receiving the beautiful ponytail embroidered sachet, she said, I have to go home, and the baby is going to bed.

In the car, everything seems to be still except the soothing music and the breathing of each other.

Wang Xiaohui's brain was blank, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he kept rubbing his sweet bursa.

Jade boat hands on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead, seems to be driving seriously. Wang Xiaohui felt that he was very much like the sad and profound teenager who had been surging in his heart, but never appeared. She thinks she really likes him.

Traffic jam. Wait a minute.

She glanced at the jade boat and suddenly there was a landslide and tsunami. In the deep kiss, Wang Xiaohui felt salty tears flowing between his lips.

cross-stitch

Two months later, on a rainy day when it was raining cats and dogs, Wang Xiaohui came to Zimei's shop.

? Where have you been these days? I haven't met anyone. Why is there such a day?

Wang Xiaohui ignored Zi Mei's series of questions, took out a cross stitch from her bag and asked her, Is it nice?

Purple rose looked at it and said, Yes, peace is a blessing, very Zen, and there are beautiful lotus flowers.

Wang Xiaohui turned and walked into the ironing room and began to arrange clothes for Zi Mei. Singing over and over again while working: it's a pity that you didn't accompany me to the end. We walked together but lost the intersection. Thank you for holding my hand and feeling my tenderness.

Purple rose stood behind her, not talking, only distressed.

Tired of singing, she turned around, hugged Zi Mei gently and burst into tears. It's the kind of crying that can't stand it.

For a long time, Wang Xiaohui just calmed down a little. For example, the weather forecast says that the rainstorm will last until tomorrow. It's time for the rain in Beijing to stop.

? Help me give the cross stitch to Brother Jin, and thank him. Since then, we have never owed each other, and we have been strangers since then. ?

Zi Mei understands that in the past two months, she has been embroidering day and night, embroidering her own feelings, her own dust and her own secular stability.

Purple Rose Look at her, her eyes are moist. Perhaps, every woman who strives to pursue the so-called romantic love will have such a profound understanding after experiencing the so-called unforgettable experience: love is just a city. No matter whether she lives in the city or outside the city, she only loves fireworks of different colors. Leng Yan is short-lived, but having the most common daily necessities is practical and long-lasting.