Please give me some short stories that you can tell your girlfriend, preferably some that are a bit sad, but some that are humorous are also acceptable, thank you!

Humorous jokes

/youmoxiaohua/

Classic jokes

/jingdianxiaohua/

Cold jokes

/lengxiaohua/

Jokes

/xiaohuadaquan/

Funny jokes

/baoxiaoxiaohua/

SMS jokes

/duanxinxiaohua/

Funny internet names

/gaoxiaowangming/

Little stories

/xiaogushi/

Idiom story

/chengyugushi/

Ghost story

/guigushi/

Disaster is It happened instantly. The light at the home of Liu Yi, a villager in Wuluohou Village, Weicun Town, Qingyuan County, Hebei Province, broke down. He climbed up a ladder to repair the light. The ladder accidentally fell over, and Liu Yi fell down and died unfortunately.

In rural areas, a family without a man is almost as if the sky has collapsed, but the disaster does not want to spare this family. A year later, the mother also died of leukemia. There are only three daughters and a disabled uncle left in the family. Before her mother passed away, she held her daughter's hand and said, "My child, I can't close my eyes. How will you sisters live in the future?" The three sisters cried so hard that the God of Death still cruelly took their mother away.

The family has become like this: the eldest daughter Liu Jiao is 15 years old and has been studying in Weicun Town Middle School for the second year of junior high school; the second daughter Liu Man is 14 years old and has been studying in junior high school for one year; the youngest daughter Liu Huan is in Wuluohou Village. In the sixth grade of elementary school, there was a disabled uncle who had never been married in his life.

The eldest brother Liu Jiao had to shoulder the burden of the family. When my parents left, they left nothing behind except a few broken houses and a debt of 30,000 yuan.

In the year their mother passed away, they faced their first difficult spring. The family has several acres of land to cultivate, which affects their meals for a year. They carried the pickaxe to the field. After a few pickaxes, blood blistered on their hands. Facing the vast land, they were too small. They struggled on the land for a day and only turned over a small corner. If they continued to turn over at this rate, they might not get the harvest season. The three sisters sat on the ground, hugging each other and crying. For the first time, they felt so weak and helpless. It was the kind-hearted villagers who saw how pitiful they were and drove a tractor to help them plant the land.