A touching love story _ a crying love story.

Is there a kind of love that can be deep love? Is there a kind of love where you can understand, care and love more, and wait and doubt less? Two people together are not just to pass away loneliness. It's cruel and touching. Have you ever read a love story? The following is a super abusive and touching love story I prepared for you. I hope you like it!

It's cruel and touching. Love story 1. Can I like you?

Xiaohei's handwriting is not good-looking, not at all.

Xiaohei felt inferior when she was studying, and she would only chew thick novels in the corner of the classroom all day. Nobody cares about her except the bills scattered on her desk. Many strangers of the same age send letters to Xiao He from afar. But almost no one who has read her letter will write her a second letter. Only Luo Xiangyang.

Luo Xiangyang is a senior three student in a town far from the river. He doesn't look like a good boy. Luo Xiangyang wrote his first letter to Xiaohe, saying that your article is like a breeze. Black, although your handwriting is not beautiful, it looks like a clever little girl embroidering on paper. You can see your heart walking on every word and punctuation.

Luo Xiangyang's letters often come. Xiaohe numbered his letters one by one. Xiaohe thought that in a few years, when I look back, I will read the numbered letters all the way, and I will find that youth is so meager. Perhaps there is only one name in youth, and that is Luo Xiangyang.

Luo Xiangyang once asked what Xiao Hei looked like in his letter. Xiaohei looked at the letter and a tear unconsciously bloomed on the writing paper. Luo Xiangyang repeatedly asked Xiao He to send the photos. Blackie got angry for no reason. He not only didn't send it, but also didn't write back two letters to Luo Xiangyang.

Xiaohei is not beautiful, but she is not ugly. She is an ordinary girl, who is rarely noticed when she walks in school. But Xiaohe hopes that he is really ordinary and no one will notice him.

For a while, Xiaohe never heard from Luo Xiangyang again. He must be angry, he thought. Or he must think I don't send photos because I'm too ugly. Why don't I give it to him? Anyway, there won't be a day to meet.

Therefore, Xiaohe deliberately chose a long skirt to go to the photo studio near the school, chose the background of blue sky and blue sea, put his hands behind his back and smiled shyly and clearly.

However, just the afternoon before she dropped the letter into the mailbox, Luo Xiangyang's letter fell into her eyes again.

The letter was not long. Luo Xiangyang said, I have never received your letter. I thought you were busy, so I didn't bother you. Along with the paper, there is a faint fragrance, which is a rose, dazzling red. Although it was cut, Xiaohe seemed to see Luo Xiangyang, leaning in the corner, surrounded by girls' envious eyes, and he, along the silk thread of the rose, devoted himself to her bit by bit? Picking? . On the back of that piece of paper with roses, it says that Luo Xiangyang has always been strong and pioneering, and Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" is written. Every line, we can see that the edge of the little black eyelid is swaying like a wet dewdrop.

On the edge of the rose, Luo Xiangyang wrote: Xiao He really cares about a person, and external things are not important. Finally say: Can I like you?

Is she his princess?

After the summer vacation, Luo Xiangyang didn't go to college. He chose Xi 'an without hesitation. Just because it is the city that Xiaohei dreams of reaching.

Luo Xiangyang said, Blackie, wait for me and I will give you happiness. The tone of writing is full of sweet certainty. Then in the letter, Luo Xiangyang described the Bell and Drum Tower, Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Xiaozhai and Suzaku Street to Xiaohe. Occasionally, I will say that there are always beautiful women on Chang 'an South Road. He will say that there are so many beautiful women, but none of them I want. Do you know the river?

Blackie began to wonder if God really cared too much about her. How can love come so simply?

Graduation is far away. When the students around her began to shuttle through the talent market with resumes, Xiaohe was always like a child who had done something wrong, and she was careful at every step, for fear that others would intentionally project different eyes on her. Little black thought, let's wait for the prince to pick it up! Just, he is her prince, is she his princess?

Xiaohei's handwriting is not good-looking, not good-looking at all, all the time. But she will still write to Luo Xiangyang, the time is not fixed, the length is not fixed, as long as she thinks of him, she will spread out the stationery and let her heart spread out gently on it. However, for a long time, Luo Xiangyang didn't write to Xiaohei.

One day I finally received a letter from Luo Xiangyang. As thin as a cicada's wing, if you are not careful, you will lose another wing. Xiaohe was reluctant to open it, for she was afraid it would be the last letter. After reading it, she never had a chance to read Luo Xiangyang's words.

However, when she opened it, a thin envelope slipped out, just like when she received roses. The difference is that this time it is a plane ticket from her city to Xi 'an. Luo Xiangyang worked overtime for a whole month, just to send Xiaohei a ticket to the happiness platform.

The important thing is heartbreak.

The last letter Xiaohe wrote to Luo Xiangyang was: I won't contact you again, because I went to the exit of Xi 'an Railway Station as requested in your letter. I saw you wearing a blue T-shirt, which is not what I always liked, so say goodbye forever!

Luo Xiangyang wrote again, but he couldn't find this person, and all of them were returned. Luo Xiangyang realized at this time that for so many years, he and the girl who loved him more than anyone else in his heart had no other contact except letters.

Where did Luo Xiangyang know that Xiaohei didn't go to Xi 'an at all? She has just returned to her hometown. She wants to tell her parents that someone is going to take her away. She doesn't care about this person, no matter how her parents stop her, she can go with him. However, the mother's last words hurt the pain she had been trying to hide. Mom said, do you think he will really like you after he knows you? He likes you only verbally, not in real life.

But Luo Xiangyang is the only name in the little black and lush years. She doesn't want to give up easily and can't bear to erase it. Xiao He held back the pain in his heart and negotiated, argued and tolerated with his parents again and again, but he never learned to compromise. Finally, her parents locked her in the house.

Xiaohei, like a princess in distress, wrote the last letter to Luo Xiangyang. Instead of being forced to say goodbye decisively because of reality, she wanted to test him with her last hope. If he knows how to fight like she does, she will go with him.

However, it turns out that Luo Xiangyang did not fight for it. He just wrote like a river: this is the last letter. The difference is that he has another sentence: I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to love you.

Xiaohei cried all night. Since then, it seems that something important has broken the thread in her heart, and the door in her heart has been closed forever.

Missed the era of white fluttering

Years later, in addition to writing novels, Xiaohe also told one romantic and beautiful love story after another through radio waves. One day, she saw a letter among a large audience. The letter said: I have heard so many versions of To the Oak, but I think only the story of you and him is the most touching. I am his good classmate. In fact, he is a person with some inferiority complex. It was your letter that guided him all the way. He said he would take you to your dream city, take care of you and give you all the happiness of his life. You have no idea how hard he works. But in the end, he still doesn't feel qualified to love you.

Blackie's heart is broken with writing paper. Tears once again fell like roses in Luo Xiangyang's envelope. He didn't know that the train ticket she kept in her diary was full of the only opposite sex name in her youth; He didn't know that her right hand was severely burned at the age of 6, leaving her with a lifelong disability. Young and frivolous, at the age that needs to be noticed by the opposite sex most, of all people, only he said that she was trying her best to write, but the words were still embroidered on the paper, like a heart walking on it. Only he said, can I like you, even though it was in April of 1 year.

Of course, Blackie doesn't know. That year, Luo Xiangyang said in his letter that he really waited for her at the exit of Xi Railway Station. It's just that he didn't wear a blue T-shirt like the letter said. He wore a white shirt that day, just because it was that article that made him know Xiaohei. The article wrote: How I hope that in that era when white clothes are fluttering, someone will reach out and tell me that we will go together in the future.

Love Story 2 (1) Stars can't sleep, I want you to accompany me.

Ji Yunyun flashed from my left eye and jumped into my right eye. I was firmly controlled by my mind and couldn't leave. I am like a super girl, controlling Ji's figure in a circle with me as the center and the distance between me and him as the radius. Although he is uninhibited, I still miss him very much.

This is my daily life.

He often buries himself in his homework and is at a loss. He is reckless and doesn't mind that the Chinese teacher's pointer falls on him mercilessly. He always turns around from me and smiles at the teacher, then looks up and says to the teacher: I don't like your class, but I know. Do you want me to recite the whole Mulan for you? ?

The teacher's eyes are full of concern for the country and the people. After reluctantly shaking his head, he turned and walked forward, but his hand slipped into Ji's drawer, and a delicate small brocade box was taken out. It is said that it contained all Ji's worries and hopes. I was surprised to see this explosive situation, because Ji was angry and ready to go to war.

The Chinese teacher smiled, then shyly handed him the brocade box and shouted as he walked: You, what should I say about you? You are a genius. Everyone likes you. Many teachers like you, saying that you are a modern Cao Xueqin, an ancient Jia Pingwa and a mainland Stephen Chow. But anyway, I have to tell you, you have to copy Mulan Poetry a hundred times. If you don't copy it, I can't help it. I can only tell you that I will make your heart public. How's it going? Is it loyal enough?

After dinner, I lay in bed bored, thinking about my life and years after the college entrance examination next year. I suddenly thought, wouldn't it be romantic if I could live with Ji?

(2) Love meets in Tang poetry and leaves in Song poetry.

A crazy girl rushed into my field of vision, and I yelled at her: Feng, if you don't return the letter to me, I will scold you, and I won't get tired of scolding you a hundred times. ?

Feng decisively threw the letter to me. At that moment, all the worries in the envelope were scattered in the wind like chicken feathers.

You fell in love with Ji Yunduo, and Feng asked me in the bedroom at night.

What happened? Can't you? I like the person I love. That person? Just like a little mouse running around every day, it will suddenly meet one or two grains of rice. Rats love rice? Hmm?

But do you know that Ji is loved, and all the first love is locked in that brocade box?

No way, he is the same age as us. I can't see how he can't sleep and dream all day like my brother.

Feng Dingdang ran to me and revealed a big secret to me. How about, make a bet, if you dare to steal that brocade box, let's cross the border with a chivalrous woman. I really want to know that he doesn't think about tea and rice every day, even neglecting his studies, but he is guarding a brocade box like a dead tree. ?

I promised to come down on the condition that I would have a big meal outside the school for free.

(3) If there are no snowflakes on the equator, I don't think tears can melt into fine sand.

It happened one night after class, Ji went out for a drink. This is a taboo at this age, but he will gather a group of friends almost every night, get together and play a lot of places, countless young people. After mercilessly falling the glass, they were crushed into mud on the floor.

I finally seized the opportunity. With Feng's cooperation, I reached into his desk. I touched the dinosaur pattern on the brocade box, and there were countless lines depicting the vows of who loved whom.

Like two elves, we opened the brocade box, and there were only a lot of notes in it, arranged in a mountain. We watch it carefully, and it is actually full of solemn vows of discipline. My god, he has been thinking about a girl who is ten years older than him and can be called aunt.

Feng boldly shouted:? Look, this is his teenage heart. ?

How is that possible? Don't you just like Chinese teachers?

I can't help it. How embarrassing it would be for two people with narrow roads to get together like clay figurines. Will he say I love you? She would say, well, I'll marry you and go home and discuss it with my husband and children.

That night, I didn't speak. My angry youth was hit by a sharp arrow in the air. I felt a sense of shame, a sense of humor after being teased, and an illusion that I jumped into the vinegar jar and was taken out to dry.

I really want to tell Ji Yunduo: Good boy, your brocade box will say goodbye to you forever, just like a mouse will say goodbye to rice forever. ?

Your eyes met the sunset, so I put on red clothes.

Neither Feng nor I expected that he would take such decisive action when he knew that his beloved brocade box would disappear forever. He disappeared, just like a mouse was killed, knocked unconscious, thrown into the trash can and carried away by the garbage truck. My heart is also noisy with his departure.

We searched every corner of the city, including those annoying garbage dumps. I really want to pick him up from somewhere, pull my bow rudely, scold him, beat him, make him beg for mercy, and then tell me I'm sorry, but it's never possible.

Feng burst into tears, and I comforted her: Don't be sad, we didn't mean to. ?

No, I lied to you. I let you steal his brocade box on purpose. I don't want him to be too addicted to love games. We will all take the college entrance examination next year. I did it because I love him.

? What, you spoil him and love him, and so do I? ? I am so angry that I can't fight. You shouldn't deceive me with emotional factors. ?

Miss Gu, you are wrong, Ji Yunyun. He is my relative and my half-brother. He fell in love with the Chinese teacher. As we all know, he found a brocade box. For a year, I was full of love for my Chinese teacher. I have seen it secretly. I don't want to tell my parents. I want to help him, but there is nothing I can do. I can't control his thoughts. I thought.

We keep inputting language into Ji's mobile phone, but he can't get through. If you can't get through, write a short message. Write one if you send one, and put it in the brocade box. We think and yearn for the day when Ji Yun will emerge from the hole like a mouse and stand in front of us confidently and say: I have broken through my heart. ?

(5) Time cannot be changed in front of you, because I have covered the face of time.

Our brocade box is full, and our text messages have gone from pain to hate. We all complain. Is it not a broken love? Can we hide for a year?

Seeing the aggressive appearance of the Chinese teacher, I really want to stand up and tell her blatantly: Because of you, our favorite partner left the city, and now there are plenty of fish in the sea. Please don't treat us as a colony you love, and don't indulge your youth. ?

On the eve of the Spring Festival, a line popped up in my mobile phone. I looked at the sender's number and was ecstatic. It really is Ji. It turns out that he is in Tibet.

When I told Feng Ji that Yunyun was hiding in the snow, Feng burst into tears and said, I can't keep it from my family any longer. I've prepared for the worst. If my brother is really gone, I will find him a sister-in-law. I think you are the best. You can meet in the forest behind the school at midnight. ?

I said she had a crow's mouth

Ji greeted the city that still loves him with a new look in the second half of senior three. He stayed up all night every night. He said he wanted to get back his indulgent youth. During his stay in Tibet, he learned to live independently and how to endure loss and sadness. I said yes, I will solemnly return the brocade box full of blessings to him. He put it to his mouth and kept sucking. At that moment, he was a lovely child.

(6) Love won't let me fly, I can dance.

Before he and his sister left, I temporarily put aside the loss and hesitation after the college entrance examination. I don't know how to keep them. I think this city needs them. The most real thing is that a person has to drag him reluctantly.

He still wants to go, with a helpless face. He shook his head and said thank you. I looked up at the sky. He quickly stuffed the brocade box into my arms, and then took my sister's hand and ran away. Feng's crying became a unique voice in the sky.

During that time, I rummaged through the blessings that have been soaked by wind and frost day and night: those touched by three hands still stand on the branches of love with a strong attitude; Those who came later are still full of hope. Like stars, they ignited the hopes of three teenagers. What happened after the college entrance examination was his madness about this period of youth, and his memory of the past years was like a song, describing the desolation we had to face after we left.

I failed in the college entrance examination that year. I learned that Feng was admitted to a university in the north, and Ji was thrown down from the clouds like me. I really want to write to them. I believe it has been written, but I don't know where to send it.

Another year, I squeezed across the wooden bridge as I wished.

The afternoon sunshine is particularly charming. My mother helped me tidy up the brocade box and listened to my nagging story about the snake-like twists and turns that happened a year ago. My mother is going to take out the hollow brocade box and clean it. She said it was moldy and suddenly called my name: Daughter, how can there be words in it?

I took the brocade box in a daze. I saw the words discipline on the inner wall of the brocade box. Ji generally means: I am willing to wait for you forever.

(7) The wind has passed, and the snowy moon is still shining in front of us.

Feng is not a good matchmaker after all. She chattered on weekdays, but in the end she didn't marry me or find a good wife for her good brother. Even, they didn't leave any contact information for their faces, even if it was a desolate address near Fengqiao.

I can only tell heaven and earth that I loved and I loved others. In this fragmented youth war, I am still the winner. I won't cry, because the wind won't agree and neither will the rain. I know what kind of love I should use to compensate for my promise not to act rashly.

That fragmented youth finally didn't turn into an old reality in my hands, but I don't regret it. After all, the wind and flowers have passed, and the snowy moon still shines in front of my eyes.