Beautiful sad story _ Super touching sad story

There are different stories every day, and there are many short stories around. Have you noticed any beautiful and sad stories? The following is a beautiful and sad story I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Short stories of aesthetic sadness 1: thief wind in moonlight

Abramovich heard his footsteps, ringing in the dark alley. When Abu was a child, he couldn't hear his footsteps. He walks like a wave. Especially at night, he walks in the village with his feet on his hands. Others can't hear his footsteps. He can't hear his own voice, not even a dog with a little back ear. Now he hears his footsteps, the sound of soles rubbing against the ground, he hears himself walking forward, and others can hear him.

I'm not like a thief anymore. Abe thought.

The night in Abu Dhabi village was like this decades ago. Abramovich felt that he had spent the first half of his life at night. At that time, night and night were connected, and the day seemed to belong to others. He walks alone at night and feels that the night is his own. Those alleys sandwiched between tall poplars are like black holes. Only Abu walked all night without sleeping, and everyone else was sleeping.

The whole village is asleep, and someone has to wake up and do something. Abu strolled in the village, with tall poplars on both sides, shadows pressing, people walking in the middle, and people's shadows hiding in the shadows. It's not like walking in an open space, dragging a long shadow behind you. The roof of the moon is high, and the figure drags for half a mile. People walk in the east of the village and shadow the west of the village. People who come out to pee in the middle of the night can recognize people when they see shadows.

Thieves generally don't choose to steal on a moonlit night. But the moon keeps the thief awake. The thief put his hand under the bed to sleep. The thief's hand woke up at the sight of the moonlight, and he moved involuntarily, and his whole body woke up with it. When a thief can't sleep, he won't lie down honestly like others, his hands are unwilling and itchy, and his body is led into the moonlight by his hands. This land on the moon is not suitable for stealing. The thief walked under the moon, walked to a door, pushed it gently, looked in with his eyes glued to the door, then walked to a courtyard wall, stood on tiptoe, looked over the wall, saw a good thing, couldn't pull it out of his eyes and went in. The result was discovered. Moon, thieves can't hide, only run.

Running has several directions. One is to run to the moon, with the shadow trailing behind and the thief chasing after it. Shadow is like an animal pulling the reins. It is difficult for a thief to escape, but he still has to run. When he ran to the noon of the moon, the shadow became shorter and shorter, and finally he shrank back to his feet. If the thief can't catch the shadow, he has a chance to escape.

The second is to run with the moon on your back. When the moon is in the east, people run to the west, and the shadow is in front. The thief only saw a back illuminated by moonlight. The thief shouted while chasing: Thief, stop! ? The most basic quality of a thief is that he will never look back when someone calls for someone to chase him. Catch up with him and don't look back. When your left hand is caught, your face turns to the right. When your right hand is caught, your face turns to the left. Your waist is clamped and your face is buried in the soil. You must never be seen or recognized. When the thief ran with his back to the moon, he saw his shadow running far ahead, and the shadow ran away first. The thief thinks the shadow is a thief, and he is a thief. The thief ran for his life because the thief's shadow caught up with him. The thief judges the distance of the thief behind according to the length of the shadow in front of him. With the rise of the moon, the thief found that the shadow was running slower and slower, and gradually retreated. The thief was exhausted. The shadow of the thief behind him also shrank back a little and was out of sight. At this time, it is not the shadow running, but the thief and the thief catcher running back and forth. Whether you can run away depends on the ability of your legs.

The third is to run south or north, and the shadows of running in these two directions are on the side of people. The thief is divided into two teams, one is chasing the thief, the other is staring at the thief's shadow, the two teams are chasing in parallel, and the one chasing the thief is shouting: Thief, stop! ? The shadow-chasing team didn't shout, just chased. This pursuit is also catching up with the middle of the month, the shadow is shrinking shorter and shorter, and the two thieves gradually get together and become a team. Thieves are not afraid of crowds, but when there are crowds, everyone runs on two legs. Thieves are afraid of people with long legs in the crowd, and at last the people with long legs run to the front to catch thieves.

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Abu traveled all over the village in the moonlight and returned to his home. The door was open, but when he went out, it was closed. There is no wind tonight. No one can have been to my house. Abu locked the gate, and the dog came out and circled around him, and returned to its original nest. The donkey looked at him with faint eyes until he came back from work. Abu always thought that only the donkey knew what he had done in these years, but I didn't expect the old village chief Ashton to know for a long time. Nobody else knows. Abu sneaked into the door, took off his shoes and went to bed. He heard his wife's even breathing and knew that she was sleeping soundly. As soon as Abu lay down and closed his eyes, he heard his wife say, you are back.

Ab was startled and turned to see his wife looking at him with black eyes.

Ab grabbed his wife and held her in his arms. Her head was buried in his chest and she fell asleep quietly. Ab thought she was going to sleep. Ab walked around outside and was very sleepy. When she closed her eyes to get ready for bed, she heard her talking like a dream.

The wife said, Abel, you started swimming at night again. I often find you out for the night these days. The problems of your youth reappeared. When you were young, I was seduced by your wandering around at night. At that time, I couldn't sleep either. I stared at the skylight in the middle of the night. I heard your footsteps. Why do I recognize your footsteps? I often hear footsteps coming outside in the middle of the night, walking very lightly. I was curious, so I went out and hid in the forest by the road, waiting for that man to come. As a result, I saw you, walking on tiptoe under the starlight. I'll follow you, too. You walk so fast that I can't keep up.

I have lived with you for more than twenty years and never told you this. I never asked you what you did those nights.

Just now, when you quietly got up from me, walked out of the house and walked out of the yard, I kept thinking that I was so familiar with your footsteps that I seemed to hear how far you had gone. Your footsteps are obviously louder than before. You are heavy and old. I heard that you went north and went back to the asphalt road. I imagine your future steps. I don't know what you are doing. For many years, you always go out at night, or stay home for a few days, saying that you are working outside. But I always feel that you were in the village before you went out. Your steps seem to be buried in the soil. I can feel them, but I can't hear them

Then I imagine you walk into a yard, look through the window and see a pair of black eyes looking at you. You often go out at midnight. You thought I was asleep. I closed my eyes and listened to you walking around the village, listening to your footsteps coming back and walking into the yard. I looked out of the window with black eyes. How I hope that when you pass the window, you will look in, just like when you first saw me. You didn't. My eyes were closed when you went to bed. I don't want to see you, and I don't want to know what you did outside. I don't want you to know that I know you go out at midnight. If you realize it, you won't go out again, so I won't hear your footsteps coming into the yard, I won't hear you walk through the window against the wall, and I see your figure flash past and then close in the dark.

Abu, our daughter has grown up. When I was her age, I often heard your footsteps at night. I hope our daughter hears the footsteps of his sweetheart at night, instead of his old father wandering around at night. Your legs are getting old. Don't wander around in the middle of the night.

Aestheticism and Sadness Story 2: Bai Yueguang's youth is more radiant in those sunny days.

He is her brother next door. In fact, he is only half a year older than her, so he is much calmer and quieter than her. From small to large, I took care of her, even because she refused to go to primary school first and accompany her in one grade and one class. At that time, menstruation asked with a smile: Moon, when you grow up, will you be a daughter-in-law for your brother? She looked at the candied haws in her brother's hand and agreed without thinking. Brother's smile is as bright as the sun. Pass her the candied haws at once. She ate and thought? What is a daughter-in-law

She is too stupid to understand those complicated math problems. She doesn't understand why they have to learn such complicated math problems now. Do I have to do a few math problems before I can work? My brother always knocks on her head, tells her what she is thinking, and then takes pains to explain to her math problems that she will never understand. Once, she looked up at the window when her brother was giving a lecture. Beautiful Bai Yueguang spilled all over the floor gently, listening to her brother's warm voice. She felt that such a day was really good and beautiful.

The paintings painted by my brother are very beautiful. All the scenic figures are from my brother's hand, just like a camera, but they are more vivid and streamer than photos, which makes people feel that this is not a figure in the painting, but a real living person with feelings. My brother said that because painters have feelings, the paintings they draw also have souls. She hoped that her brother could paint for herself, but he always refused, saying that the painting was not good. To this end, she was also very angry with her brother. I don't understand why my brother can't draw well by himself. Does he have no feelings for himself? Later, my brother sent a group of very beautiful Barbie princesses, and I was relieved.

Growing up slowly, adolescent children become extremely curious and sensitive. Watching them go to school so intimately, they all told them quietly that they were talking about friends. She knew that she would be wronged badly in the future. She thinks they are really just brother and sister. How can they be like the students said? So I began to avoid my brother, but he insisted on waiting for her to go home with me. In an alley not far from home, my brother asked her: Is the moon afraid? She nodded aggrieved:? They talk nonsense like that. ? Brother smiled gently and said, Since the moon knows they are talking nonsense, why should it care? The Qing dynasty is self-clearing, doesn't the moon understand? So she finally let go and followed her brother.

The college entrance examination passed in the hot June. The afternoon after the exam, my brother took her home. On the way home, my brother confessed to her. She was frightened and ran home without her brother. In her heart, my brother has always been my brother, and I have never exceeded my feelings. When being laughed at by his classmates, my brother still vowed that he would be the most sober person. It turned out that he was the most turbid person in his heart and failed to live up to the trust he had placed in him for so many years. So she quietly changed her wish, gave up the university agreed with her brother and filled in a school far away from her brother. She avoided him all summer, even refused to let her parents know when school was over and left quietly.

But when you leave, you feel missed, and when you lose it, you feel valuable. It's not that I haven't been in love in college, but I always like to compare them with my brother. Not as gentle and considerate as my brother, or not as talented as my brother. At this time, I suddenly found that my brother's shadow has deeply rooted in my heart, and no one can replace it and no one can pull it out. But where is my brother? It must be very painful for my brother to leave for so long. Will he still love himself and accept his return?

Finally, when she came home from vacation, she fought back her shame and ran to her brother's house to find him. When his brother was away, she menstruation asked her to wait for him in his room. As soon as I entered the house, I was deeply moved by the paintings all over the room. It was all her. She is young, delicate, radiant, mischievous, and sleepy in doing homework at her desk. There are several things that caught her attention, that is, she is in college and mature. Tears flowed down like this. My brother went to see her, but why didn't he? My brother must have been scared by my own uniqueness, so he didn't dare to see himself.

In the misty eyes, I saw my brother's figure. I haven't seen him for more than a year. He's even more handsome. She looked at him timidly and saw the smile in his eyes, and her heart was full of courage. She jumped forward and hugged her brother. Dude, I'm sorry. ?

My brother hugged her tightly and sighed. It's good to be back. Isn't my brother always waiting for you here?

? Brother, please forgive my stupidity. I didn't see my brother's heart clearly before and hurt him, but my brother, I was also punished. It's too hard to leave my brother. Without my brother, I am like a bird without shelter, teetering in the wind and rain. I promised my brother that I would never leave him. ?

? My brother knows that he still loves the moon, and he also promises to continue to love my beloved moon. ? Finally, I wait for the green crescent moon to turn into Bai Yueguang. How can my brother give up like this?

Moon, please forgive the little secret in my brother's heart. My brother made you leave on purpose. If you have not suffered losses, how can you understand the happiness you have? Brother just wants my moon to change from green crescent to Bai Yueguang as soon as possible!