A short love letter

I met you in a blooming season. Waiting for you, in the time when a poem becomes ink. In the faint time, I will write you into affectionate words, and the lines are full of the arrogance and safety that I miss you.

Walking alone in the depths of the years, the tumultuous world of mortals always involves faint feelings inside, sometimes outrageous and sometimes picturesque. Meeting you is fate, and that feeling is wonderful. Falling in love with you is doomed, that kind of warmth is lingering and intoxicating. Waiting for you is fate, the kind that persists in this life.

it is said that the spring breeze is not as good as yours, and the flowing water is not as good as yours. Meeting you was seed of love's heartfelt love. In the depths of the years when I met you, even if I was barren of youth, even if I wasted years, even if I overlapped time, I was deeply moved by your warmth just because of your glance back.

Stop under the corridor of time, look back on those beautiful broken dreams about the past, and write a nostalgic poem about the years for you. The river of counter-current poems is full of broken thoughts about the old times, bit by bit, one scene at a time, and ultimately it is not a heartfelt farewell.

a ray of time, a ray of care. Whose infatuation has separated the years? Whose youth has time really surprised? A tender feeling, a touch of acacia. Whose dream has the passing happiness softened? Whose world of mortals was awakened by the farewell flute? Whose eyes did the fleeting time on the other side burn? Broke whose heart? The tears that have been falling down are like the falling rain, and the thread is a constant yearning and lingering.

a long-overdue love is always affectionate. Long song, with a graceful flow, is very loving. In the dim light, I don't know where this life belongs. Under a piece of plain paper, I write a half-life regret for you, looking forward to the other side, and I want to spend a lifetime with you.

Girl, who is your lingering concern? And who are you that you can't let go of? Lonely phoenix tree owes tenderness, acacia misty rain makes people love, who is infatuated with who is drunk, who is haggard and who is depressed, the world of mortals lost to years, and being immersed in love is the most love-making. How helpless, amorous feelings attract old memories, one side is bright, the other side is sad, and from then on, they have become far away from each other.

young man, do you know? Who scattered the acacia in the rain, and suddenly it was blown away by the wind. The chaotic acacia rain fell to the bottom of my heart and was slowly silenced in the box of years, never opened or forgotten. And who wrote deep affection into the poem, thinking about you all the time, but never seeing you, the long wait was left in the depths of time, never giving up, never forgetting.

a person's lonely time, a person's lonely waiting. An old song, a love affair, can always inadvertently involve the lonely thoughts inside, miss you and think that you can't sleep, and love you so much. Falling in love with you is really a difficult problem. I think, even if I spend my whole life, I can't understand the problem of love.

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used to be so beautiful, only because of your shadow. The story is so beautiful because of your existence. Those obsessions that have been floating in my heart are like dancing souls in a poem that have been supporting me to love bravely.

The stories in those memories are finely divided and beautiful. I remember the faint people in the faint time, and the faint feelings are mixed with the faint sadness. I once owned them, but I never showed them.

Looking back suddenly in the lines of time, who has blossomed in seed of love in the fleeting time across the bank? Who is in the prime of life warmed by spoony time? Beauty is easy to be old, fireworks are easy to be cold, and the heart is cold. 3 thousand worries are not painful, and 9 thousand sorrows are not gone with the years. The sky is grey and the road is long. It's been years, and I don't know when it's the way home.

lonely wind, waning moon, cold rainy night. Lonely, sad, infatuated person. Cook a bowl of acacia red beans for you and write an infatuated love poem in time. Hope only hope, can you know whether someone has been silently waiting for you in the depths of time and light at the end of the years, just waiting for the happy promise made when meeting you.

I wrote some small words and a poem for you, but how can these few words express my endless concern for you? How many hidden flowers are separated from your story between me and you? In one thought, how many strangers have we gone through since we met by chance and missed you lonely?

all of a sudden, when I was writing, my mood was confused; Thinking about it, the whole person panicked.

in the dark, you may already know some love truths. After a long time, my heart will get cold, and no matter how deep I love it, there will be the possibility of separation. After a long time, memories are dim, and once it was beautiful, it was just a moment of brilliant fireworks. Since we are lucky enough to meet in this life, can you promise me a lifetime of affection? If you and I have never met, I would like to wait for you at the end of time.

waiting for you, waiting for you in a bunch of time. I have written a poem for you, and I have read it in a row, folded it into warmth, and I love you very much. I want to take you with me, hold your hand, and grow old with my son. The sky is grey and the road is long. I don't know when I will come back. I only want to get one heart in this life.

Many people's feelings end in vain because they don't have the courage to express themselves. If you like a girl, tell her boldly. Even if there is no happy ending, at least let her know that there is a boy who likes her in this world. Short Love Letter 2

Tonight, I think of you again, wondering if you are well? Wondering if you are tired? I remember crying with a hoarse voice and telling you that I miss you so much! I once planted you in my whole world foolishly. Because of you, my world has become colorful, and at this time, my world has become gray because of you!

Tonight, I'm listening to Faye Wong's "Legend" again. "Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd/I never forgot your face/I dreamed of meeting you once in a while/I began to miss you alone/you were in the sky when I missed you/you were in my mind when I missed you/you were in my heart when I missed you/I would rather believe that our love story in previous lives/this life will never change. Inadvertently, a song opened the door of memories, reminding me of a past event, a deliberately buried emotion, a person who said that he would try his best to forget ... < P > I am at a loss for you! Used to be, and still is! Love is at a loss! It hurts to forget! When you reappeared in my life, I told myself that I must wait for you, and it turned out to be just a dream.

I have always believed that some things in life are predestined, and so is fate! Sometimes I am afraid that my tears will break your heart, that my heart will burn your back, and that my love will brand your life with deep scars. Because of love, I chose to leave, because of love, so I finally chose to give up. What kind of relationship is it? In my mind, it brings me a piercing pain in my heart that I can't escape in this life. This life is over, I hope there is an afterlife in the world. Do you remember that my afterlife has promised you? In this life, I have no chance to be the gorgeous flower in your palm, so in the next life, let me be the butterfly lingering around you!

I remember you once said that you liked my words very much, but you were hurt in my words and couldn't extricate yourself for a long time. Tell yourself again and again not to write those sad words about you, because it bears my heart hurt and your heartache, but finally I can't help but let my fingers fly wildly on the keyboard. I'm used to writing about you in such a night, just alone, quietly! Short love letter 3

Dear:

I turned off my phone for a few days, closed the curtains and wandered, stretched and curled up in a 12-square-meter room, trying not to escape or love. Finally, I even unplugged the telephone line at home.

this morning, the liaison office turned on again, and I found a bunch of messages and a bunch of phone numbers I knew or didn't know. I sent a few short messages to inform them that I am still alive. I just don't want to think, bear or swallow my tears for the time being. Queer was very interesting. He came to pick me up for dinner as promised. When I went downstairs, I was worried that I would get wet because of the heavy rain. I didn't meet him, so he turned back. In this way, 24 hours a day, I really have never been out.

I didn't tell him that I was in poor condition and needed the warmth of a friend, but I sent a message asking him if he could have dinner with me, and I arrived without asking others. Think about it, I really feel happy. It's one thing to have a friend treat you like this. Even if you want to commit suicide, you will hesitate and feel sorry for them. Perhaps, there is such a restraining force in this world, which is the driving force for people to move towards goodness.

ask me why I fall in love with you. I think it's because you are willing to keep me getting along with my friends. Because respect creates a broader development for us, no matter what our future role is.

We talked about each other's views on love in the car that day. He asked me if I could really care less. In fact, if you really don't care, it's called a stranger, not a lover, isn't it? Because I care too much about and love each other, I don't want to stifle each other's freedom because of my insecurity.

I never feel that I can do what I want to do to you by finding a natural reason to say that I love you. Old education and habits make us used to using love as an excuse. When our parents blame us and hope that we will follow their wishes, they will say, Hey, I love you. Old-fashioned men always say, hey, I do this because I love you.

To tell the truth, this habitual love for you is not convincing enough. Love you is a verb, a unilateral verb. The first does not mean that the other party should respond, and the second does not mean that it can jointly deprive the other party of all resolutions. Because it lacks individual respect and trust, it slanders the true meaning of love. I met my old lover who had been dating for many years and said goodbye. I talked about the reason why I broke up with him that year. He said I love you so I want to leave you. Smiling at his face a few years later, I said that what you said was really a bullshit. The first is illogical, and the second is to defile love. Short love letter 4

XXX:

Love is afraid of ambiguity. Love this one or that one, and follow an all-or-nothing principle. Love is overwhelming, leaving no corner. If you don't love it, cut the gordian knot and wash your hands of it. Delay is irresponsible to others and yourself. Love is afraid of building towers on the sand. That kind of love, no matter how exquisite, ebbs and flows, leaving only pearl-less mussels and rooted water plants.

xxX

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XXX:

I wanted to find some writing paper and write to you after going to school tomorrow, but I can't wait. Listening to the lively conversation of others in the living room, I feel even more lonely. Getting together is always in such a hurry that it's time to leave in a blink of an eye. It's time to break up, but I always feel that I haven't said a thousand words. Yufang, time is really running out. It's only a month and a half before you take the exam. You must arrange the time in a unified way. Don't think too much. I will always love you. Buy some nutrition, don't make your brain too tired. I feel ashamed that I can't do anything for you. I hope you can take care of yourself, otherwise I can't forgive myself. Don't make do with your meal, you must eat well. Scrambled eggs with spinach are still delicious Don't always eat kelp in the morning, but go to the canteen to buy some tofu. Your stomach is not very good these days, so don't eat too much every time. Many. The bottles of children's vegetables at home are not very good, and I didn't pull out too much for you. You can buy some more in the street, stir-fry them with pepper, and serve them with duck eggs. The steamed buns are delicious. Don't be too thrifty, cut meat several times a week to eat, money is a thing apart, although we spend a lot of money this time, you must eat well.

It's cold, so put on more clothes. Don't you still have fur coats when it gets cold? You can also buy a thinner sweater. Don't be too hard on yourself. When you go to bed at noon, take off your coat and sleep well, so as not to catch a cold. Drink more boiled water when it's dry. I think it's my turn to do too much and I can do too little. As your girlfriend, I am very incompetent. You don't have to worry about me, I will study hard. I'll try to go back at the weekend. If I don't, you don't have to worry. Take good care of yourself. If you don't help me take good care of you, I'll get even with you when we meet.

good wishes!

xxX

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XXX:

The first man taught you romantic feelings, but the last man gave you everlasting love. Women, what is most worth cherishing is the last man, not the first one. The most beautiful love words in the world are not "I love you" or "being together", but when I am most vulnerable, you say "I am here!" I was going to tell you all the bad things, but in the end, I just want to tell you that I miss you. There are many people who like you, and there is no shortage of me; I like very few people, except you.

xxX

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All the scenes are your spotless sincerity.

When you stare at me, the corners of your mouth rise and your eyes overflow with smiles.

When you care about me, you will be my full-time driver, rain or shine.

When you worry about my helplessness and death, you will be my serena jukebox.

I'm sure.

Life lasts

until we are old and gray

What we remember is not the vigorous

but the gentle details that exist between us

How about the night? Night is still young

It won't be too cold this winter

Because

Hand in hand

Stay together

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XX:

I was a little tired after taking the return train, so I didn't have time to stop for a drink yesterday. I was so busy that I couldn't walk with my legs, just in time for the most horrible night in China. Watching those North drifters get up early and return late, crowded with such a congested subway bus, why in the end, everyone has ideals in their hearts, but they are punched away by this realistic combination ~ and I do this, don't complain, don't be rude, because in order not to let you suffer from these combination punches in the future, I am willing to block more now and protect you later.

This is Beijing. There are different love stories staged here every day. The sentence "I will love you again in my next life" is so desperate and far-fetched. The song "beijing beijing" sings all the joys and sorrows of Beijing. Although I have no affection for Beijing, I really want to stage a romantic love story with you in Beijing. Hand in hand, I won't take you to the scenic spots in the textbook. We will eat all over the capital and go to Sanli.