Three long love stories for couples before going to bed

#fairytale# Introduction When children swim in the story, they will feel completely relaxed physically and mentally, thus truly enjoying the pleasure of reading. Through stories that are either full of wisdom or imagination, or full of love or affection, children can see the good and evil in the world and broaden their horizons. Many stories can also help them establish lofty ideals and a correct outlook on life. Below is a collection of long love stories for couples before going to bed. Welcome to read and learn from them.

There is no perfect love

The first time she met him was at a banquet. That day, his deskmate accidentally knocked over his wine glass and soiled her new clothes.

She returned home and told her mother about the boy's recklessness, and said that she would definitely not look for such a reckless man when looking for a boyfriend in the future. Unexpectedly, the mother said: "That's not necessarily the case. A person's occasional rashness shows that he is a straightforward person. The key is how you look at it. There is no perfect man in the world."

Soon, he and she met again An unexpected encounter. As soon as they met, he quickly said that he would treat her to dinner as an apology. As a result, the two had further contact, and even exchanged mobile phone numbers and added WeChat. After going back and forth, she found that he was really a straightforward person. They began to fall in love.

After falling in love, she discovered that he actually had a lot of shortcomings and problems, and she felt a little wavering in her heart. For a leftover woman like her, it is not easy to break up the relationship quickly.

One evening, they were walking hand in hand on the street when someone suddenly rushed from behind and snatched her satchel, and she was knocked to the ground. He immediately glanced at her and after making sure she was okay, he ran after the robber. The robber was actually caught and taken away by the police. The whole incident took less than half an hour. When he came back to her, he felt a little proud because he had recovered the satchel. She kept enduring the pain when she fell, thinking that he didn't even ask her if it hurt, so she decided in her heart that in his eyes, she was not as important as that satchel.

"How can I entrust my life to such a person?" After saying the word "break up", no matter how much he begged, she ignored him.

At this time, the mother spoke again: "He left you and chased the robber alone, which shows that he is very brave. After you fell, he made sure that you were okay before chasing the robber. "This shows that you are the first priority in her heart." After savoring her mother's words carefully, she suddenly felt that her mother's words made sense. Finally, she took the initiative to dial the other party's phone number. The two got back together again.

There is no perfect man in the world, and there is no perfect love. If you love a man, as long as he has no major mistakes in principle, as for his small shortcomings and problems, if you are willing to look at it from a different angle, or think differently, and treat him with a tolerant heart, Maybe he is the "Prince Charming" you want.

I will go home now

They never text each other. She has a lot of text messages, but none from him. Which couple keeps texting each other whenever they have nothing to do? After seven years of marriage, all the freshness has gone away, and as a man with a background in science and engineering, he is even more disciplined in doing things. Coupled with the nature of the work in the unit, she feels that this man is basically the kind of man who is neither interesting nor boring.

Whenever something happens, they call. For example, if someone has a social event today, they will call and say, "I won't be going back tonight." At most, they will say, "Drink less." Then, it's over.

When calling the other party, there is no name, "Hey", or "I said". "I said" is the other party's name, and the following is what I want to say, which is nothing more than trivial matters. She lives a life of daily necessities, which is incompatible with her personality. She likes an unconstrained and free life.

Then I met him, a big boy on the Internet. He was handsome, sunny, and witty and humorous. He once appeared in "Happy Dictionary". They attended an event together and fell in love with each other, even though she was 5 years older than him.

She began to wear those fashionable clothes that looked particularly small, from the Kazakh and Korean ethnic groups, and even had the most popular firework perm. There are bags all over the pants, which makes her and the older boy's outfits look more like couple outfits.

We made an appointment to go to the beach for vacation together, and we went riding bicycles together.

She was very excited. Before leaving, she prepared her own clothes. She bought a lot of new clothes for this vacation.

On the way, the boy kept riding forward, wearing an MP3 player and listening to music while riding. When she said she had never heard one of Jay Chou's new songs, he laughed at her for being "so old-fashioned."

Later, she had a puncture, but the boy continued to ride forward. He rode a long distance without noticing that she was not following him. If it were him, he would let her ride in front, or let her sit next to him, with him on the side and her on the inside. He always leaves the danger to himself. When eating, he also gave her the dishes. She loves to eat fish midsection, even if she is not at home for two days, when she comes home, the fish midsection is still left for her. She said she liked looking in the mirror, and every room in the house was filled with mirrors; she said she liked running, and there was a treadmill in the house... But she never noticed any of this, she just thought that was what he should do. , who told him to love her?

After shouting for a long time from behind, they had already disappeared. Fortunately, there are car repair stalls on the roadside. Half an hour later, the handsome guy came back on the bike. He didn't apologize or say anything. He just opened his mouth and said: Look at your shabby bike.

Her tears circled in her eye sockets and finally did not fall. When she arrived at the beach, she opened the bag she carried with her and saw a pocket containing the medicine he had given her. She had stomach problems, so she had a full range of stomach medicines. There was actually a sanitary napkin, but before she left, she said that she had had a stomachache for the past two days, and she would have stomachache every time before her period.

Her heart felt hot, and she already regretted running away with this big boy. But the scene that happened next made her finally understand that the relationship between her and this big boy was just a temporary passion. And passion is a piece of fragile glass that will prick her and bleed.

They went to swim in the sea. They were swimming together, but suddenly there was a big wave and everyone was busy running for their lives. She went to hold the older boy's hand, almost instinctively, because she knew he was good at water. But when she held his hand, he threw her hand away and ran away alone.

Fortunately she found a lifebuoy. After landing, the boy explained: "I'm anxious too, you won't blame me."

"No." She said with a smile. But she knew that she was really hurt, and the broken glass of passion left her completely bruised.

During dinner in the evening, a text message alert rang on her phone. She opened it and saw that it was him.

He has never sent her a text message. This should be the first one. He said: "You must be tired. It's my first time riding a bike so far. I'm really worried about you. I can't sleep. I miss you." ."

A person who never expressed love said "I miss you".

The words "miss you" made her want to cry all of a sudden, but the big boy didn't notice her and replied to the text messages one after another. She knew that he had many girlfriends, they were playful and noisy, and she was just one of them, but to her husband, she was everything to him.

She stood up and walked aside and called him. His voice was still as orderly as ever: "You have to remember that you should take the medicine four times on time, don't bother taking it twice, and don't drink alcohol." As she listened, tears fell. Before, she lied. She said she went to the beach with members of the cycling club, and a text message from him let her know that if he didn't say it, it didn't mean he didn't love her. His love was in the cracks of life, like a stream. Not turbulent, but flowing everywhere in her heart.

He asked her, when will he come back?

"Now," she replied, "I will go home now."

A love letter between life and death

After the death of his wife, Li Renwang worked hard in grief and loneliness. Written as "Coral Dream", it describes the true relationship between him and his wife during the 35 years of marriage...

In September 1992, I took my wife to the China-Japan Friendship Hospital in Beijing to prepare for her heart surgery, but the doctor diagnosed her with heart failure. She suffers from primary pulmonary hypertension, and only a lung transplant can survive for a long time. However, this technology is not mature internationally, and such surgery has never been performed in China. The doctor said to me: "I can only stay home and take care of myself. If possible, buy an oxygen supplier and take oxygen every day. Maybe I can live for a few more years. I'm afraid I won't be able to live until I reach the age of 45..."

My hometown is in Xinzhou, Shanxi. In 1968, after I graduated from the Chinese Department of Shanxi Normal University, I was assigned to be a Chinese teacher at Kelan County Middle School in Shanxi.

In the early summer of 1972, Li Meimei and I met through someone’s introduction. This winter we got engaged.

"One snowy evening, we were warming up around the stove. Suddenly we smelled the smell of burnt wool. It turned out that the hem of my coat had been dragged to the stove, and a hole as big as an egg had been burned out. I took it off, and you quickly took it into your hand and looked at it: "Only the outer cloth surface is burned. Take apart the stitches of the leather, find a piece of cloth of the same color and glue it firmly from the inside, use silk thread to seal it, and then put the original Just sew it on the leather and press it with an iron. "Can you see the stitching?" I praised, "You are really more skillful than Qingwen." You asked: "Qingwen." Who is it? 'I will tell you the story of Qingwen patching up Jia Baoyu's golden coat in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

Later, she really patched up my coat. Leave a trace. There are 6 siblings in her family. She is the eldest and only went to the third grade of elementary school. From then on, I started teaching her to read. Later, when her son went to school, she was able to read classic literary books such as "A Dream of Red Mansions".

During the Spring Festival of 1973, Li Meimei and I settled in the dormitory of my school. My wife made me look decent and we lived a very happy life. "Unexpectedly, in February of the following year, my mother suddenly died of cerebral hemorrhage, and I became seriously ill because of it. You took good care of me while going to work. In order to make more money, you brought back a large bundle of food to be processed after get off work at night. Clothes. In July, you were already in labor and still worked so hard. As a result, your premature daughter died just 12 days after she was born. You cried so hard that you fainted several times."

In the winter of 1975, your eldest son Dongyang was born. Finally the haze hanging over our hearts was dispelled. "But your legs were swollen day by day, and finally your eyes were swollen. When you went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor said that you had congenital heart disease, and surgery was the best option. But at that time, there was only one hospital in Beijing that could do this kind of heart surgery. , I have no conditions at all to send you to Beijing for diagnosis and treatment. A doctor of traditional Chinese medicine prescribed more than ten doses of traditional Chinese medicine. After you took it, the swelling gradually subsided, so I relaxed... You want to give me another daughter, I I don’t agree with anything. However, you are very determined: 'It is precisely because I have this disease that I can have a baby. If I have some shortcomings, what will happen if you don't have a daughter by your side?'"

1977 In December of that year, my wife took the risk and gave birth to her second son, Dongguang. Although she is not a daughter, we are still very happy.

In 1989, I went to Beijing to consult with a doctor about performing heart surgery on my wife. But after returning, the request for leave and reimbursement of my wife's medical expenses were not approved, and my wife was unwilling to undergo surgery, so the delay lasted for three years. It wasn't until September 1992 that I took my wife to the China-Japan Friendship Hospital in Beijing, and unexpectedly I got such a diagnosis.

"The two sons did not know how seriously ill their mother was. They had long been playing wild and did not pay attention to their studies. One day, the two children played outside until very late and did not come home well. To do their homework, I asked them to kneel down and write out an in-depth examination. In the end, they only gave up after asking for mercy."

Every night, I put oxygen generator in the oxygen inhaler, inserted the catheter and nasal plug, and let the patient know how to do it. The wife breathed oxygen for about half an hour. When the two children saw all this, they realized how serious their mother's illness was! Dongyang asked me quietly: "Why does mom need to take oxygen?" I said heartbrokenly: "Your mother can't live without taking oxygen..." A large stream of tears rolled down his face in an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"The two children seem to have grown up all at once: they know how to care and considerate adults, they have become fond of learning, good living habits have gradually developed, and even their personalities have become docile..."

The results of the two children are getting better year by year. In 1996, Dongyang was admitted to Zhongnan University of Economics and Law; the next year, Dongguang was admitted to Taiyuan University of Technology. The combined annual tuition and living expenses for the two brothers cost tens of thousands of yuan. I felt it was very difficult, so in 1998 I applied to teach in the high school department of Nanyang International School in Taiyuan. My wife stayed in her hometown to work alone and had to produce and inhale oxygen by herself. Every Saturday, I will rush home from Taiyuan.

Both brothers are working part-time as tutors. In the summer of Dongguang's second year at university, my wife's workplace evaluated her professional title. She could apply for a senior technician based on her length of service, but she had to pass a special exam. I took her to Taiyuan for training. The day of the exam was Saturday, and the winter light was coming. We were the only two people standing guard outside the exam room. My wife was very moved when she came out. The results were announced two weeks later. My wife was rated outstanding and was successfully promoted to senior technician, and her salary was increased.

She only studied until the third grade of elementary school, so she is very proud of herself, which also inspires her two children!

In 2011, Dongyang began to work in Beijing and worked at Vanke Beijing Branch. This year, Dongguang also graduated from college and was admitted to Tianjin University for graduate school. At this time, my wife has already used the portable oxygen inhaler I bought, but it uses industrial oxygen. I am afraid that it will be harmful to her health, so I go to the Taiyuan Oxygen Filling Plant for medical oxygen every time and take it back home. . I am less than 90 pounds thin and my hair is already gray. I am carrying an oxygen tank while riding trains and squeezed into cars. I am panting and walking around.

In 2003, I asked my wife to go through the internal withdrawal procedures. In 2004, Dongguang graduated from graduate school, worked in a company affiliated to China Electronics Information Industry Group, and settled in Beijing. My two sons have successful careers, are calm, filial and polite, and I feel indescribably happy in my heart. Apart from my wife's illness, I had nothing to worry about, so I resolutely resigned from my teaching position and returned to my hometown to accompany my wife all day long.

"I often think that you have had syncope since 2000, but in the following years, I was forced to work outside for the sake of livelihood. If anything happens to you during this period, I will The crime will never be forgiven.”

On January 12, 2008, I accompanied my wife to Beijing to spend the winter with my newly filled oxygen on my back, as I had done in previous years. This time, we plan to stay here until after the Beijing Olympics. Watching the Olympics has been my wife and I’s wish for many years. "On the afternoon of January 16, you suddenly had a convulsion and your face turned livid. No matter how Dongguang and I called, you didn't respond. The 120 ambulance arrived and we sent you to the hospital for rescue, but the unavoidable fact remains It happened: At 8 o'clock on the evening of the 17th, your heart stopped beating. At this time, it was exactly one month before your 54th birthday."

"You just left forever, without any sadness. , without a word of advice, left endless sorrow and endless thoughts to me and my children. I always wake up from my dreams, my children hold me, and I hold my children, crying."

My wife and I have been married for 35 years. In the saddest days, I found out that the 35th anniversary is called jade wedding, or coral wedding, or jasper wedding, which means as colorful as coral, or as fragrant as jasper. . I decided to write a book called "Coral Dream" to commemorate the years when my wife and I were together.

I am not writing with the mouse and keyboard, but writing with my heart, with tears, with true love, pouring out the sweet memories that have been engraved in my heart for 35 years and the bitter and salty tears. . On the tenth day of the first lunar month in 2009, I spent a whole year writing the 350,000-word "Coral Dream".

I never expected that the book would be published. By chance, Liang Guangyu, the vice president of United Press, saw the manuscript and he was deeply moved. In January 2010, "Coral Dream" was officially published.

I told the children: After a hundred years, I must wrap up this book and put it in my and their mother’s graves. In front of the tomb is a book tablet that I personally selected and had someone make it out of white marble - an open copy of "Coral Dream", with a poem written by me engraved on it: "Eternal life will eventually end, beautiful jade cannot beat gold."