Five touching love stories

Sad and beautiful love stories are always touching, and there are many sad and beautiful love stories. The following is a sad and beautiful love story I compiled for you. I hope you like them.

Short and beautiful love story 1: Love is like cherry blossoms, which are always fragrant.

19 14 years, at the age of 22, he went to study in Japan and went to a foreign country for the first time. He felt how difficult and strange the motherland was, and the life trauma caused by family arranged marriage. He used to bury himself in reading and study hard, and as a result, he suffered from &; Ldquo is extremely neurasthenia &; Rdquo suddenly wanted to commit suicide and become a monk, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. Just then, a female nurse appeared at the right time, saving his dying heart. He wrote to her to express his feelings. Reading his letter, at the age of 2 1, she has a strange feeling that she has never experienced before.

After that, they lived in two places, one in Tokyo, the other in Okayama and Wanshui Qian Shan, and they kept writing a love story. They write five letters a week at most. Love is like an altar of fermented wine, fragrant and intoxicating. At the end of 19 16, this young Japanese woman finally made a shocking decision: she wants to live with this China man who has a wife and family in China. It is conceivable that she suffered the most severe punishment in her family: breaking into houses. The moment she left home, she still held her head high and smiled for the man she loved. With your love, even if it is abandoned by the world, so what?

He gave her a China name after his family name: Guo Anna. She took it& said excitedly, & ampldquo, my mind has been naturalized in China! & amprdquo Since then, she has been using this name and has never changed it. From 19 17 to 1937 when War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out, she loved him all the time. From Japan to China, from China to Japan, they lived in exile together for 20 years and had five children. In Japan, she was treated unfairly by the Japanese government and military. She endured humiliation and shouldered the burden of life alone, growing rice and vegetables, doing short-term jobs, doing small businesses, washing clothes for others and working in a paste factory &; In extreme difficulties, she raised her children.

1948, after a long separation of 1 1 year, she went to China to find her lover, but by this time, things had changed: he had remarried and married another woman. Without words, she left silently with tears in her eyes. Everyone said that love is selfish, but she chose to forgive, without complaining or hating: ldquo I wish I had loved you. & rdquo1994,1kloc-0/year-old, she died of illness in Shanghai, with a serene face. I love a stranger and have a gentleman. Her pillow is a neat letter, a letter from 80 years ago.

Perhaps, in her heart: love is like cherry blossoms, always fragrant.

Short and sad love story 2: They once looked at each other.

Thirty years ago, I lived in Songjiang Old Street & mdash& ampmdash At the end of Tan Dong Street, there lived an old man who picked up junk. His clothes were patched, but they were clean. Every day, he always carries a worn-out big cloth bag and an iron hook, and shuttles between garbage bins. I know him at a public water supply station. He often washes some rice and vegetables with a small aluminum pot. Once, when he left in a hurry and forgot to take little aluminum pot, I picked up aluminum pot and gave it to him. In his hut, I saw a neat pile of broken books, and the wires were covered with clean rags. He came out of the garbage and saw me, his eyes mixed with surprise and joy. From then on, I became the only person in the old street who had contact with him.

I like reading books, but at that time there were no other books to read except political books, but I found one from the old man. Ldquo library. . He helped me sort out the torn Young Guards and La Traviata &; Ldquo banned books &; rdquo。 Show me that book with a paste. The old man wants to take risks, but he trusts me.

I have seen him many times in the hut. He changed odds and ends of pennies from selling secondhand goods into dimes and ironed them with broken enamel cups filled with boiling water. The smile on his face puzzled me at this moment, and I was full of curiosity about his life.

Although I have a guess about the elderly, there is a tacit understanding between us. He cleans up his junk, I read my broken books, and sometimes I run errands for him. Time flows slowly like running water.

Until one day, when I went to get the book again, the old man suddenly asked me for help with a solemn face. He took out a rough wooden box and gave me a secret commission.

A week later, he left forever. It is estimated that he died of organ failure caused by severe malnutrition.

I opened the wooden box because of his entrustment. There was a note for me on the top floor, and the trust and gratitude between the lines made me cry. With tears in my eyes, I saw several stacks of hot ten-cent bills with a thick letter at the bottom.

In the evening, I didn't tell my family about the wooden box. I walked through the big trees in the old street and knocked on a door. An old lady with white hair looked at me warily. I gave her the wooden box without saying anything. At that time, the old lady's thin shoulders and slender hands trembled violently, accompanied by extremely depressed sobs.

That night, I realized that the old man and the old lady were a loving couple. They used to teach in a middle school in the northeast. The old man is the headmaster and the old lady is the teacher. Later, in sports, the old lady was beaten &; Ldquo Rightists. Sent back to my hometown in Songjiang to make a living by pasting cardboard boxes. The old man refused &; Ldquo Draw a Clear Political Line &; Rdquo divorced her and was eventually expelled from public office. The old man followed the old lady's footsteps and came to her side. But the old lady hated herself for causing him trouble, hurting his career, ruining his future, refusing to forgive herself, and even more afraid that things would happen again in the future, so she stubbornly refused him & mdash& ampmdash; this helpless and unwilling refusal made the old lady so deeply grieved!

He respected her wishes, but he was reluctant to leave her, so he built a hut at the end of the old street and began to collect junk for a living.

An old street, where my wife lives at the corner and my husband lives at the end. Meeting each other every day without acknowledging each other breaks the heart of the wife, but makes the husband happy.

The old man looked at the lamp in his wife's room day after day, ironed every dime year after year and accumulated a small fortune &; Mdash& ampmdash can improve his wife's life and become his only source of happiness.

The old lady took out their group photo, the imposing manner of her husband, the dignified beauty of her wife, and the contrast between the past and reality, which brought me unprecedented shock! The old lady also took out a stack of pieces of paper with different lengths, colors and materials, all of which were English letters. My knowledge of English at that time was limited, so it was difficult to recognize what it was. There is only one sentence &; Ldquo, I love you. This is the English I learned from &. Ldquo I love Chairman Mao&; Rdquo understands its meaning in the sentence. The old lady told me that she wrote this letter with deep affection under the lamp every day, wrapped in love and tears! After this night, I suddenly understood &; The most precious and beautiful feelings in the world are born in difficulties.

About a year later, the old lady and the old man finally got together, and I believe they will never be separated again. In fact, the couple are both young. When they left this world, they were in their early fifties at most. Acacia makes people look old, but&; Ldquo, I love you. But it makes them so romantic and young in the dark.

Now, our society has returned to justice and rationality, but please let us remember them &; Mdash& ampmdash Remember this once story and this beautiful and noble humanity.

Short and Beautiful Love Story 3: Her City

That year, Wang Xiaohui was 36 years old, and his life was calm. The love with Liu Jie is a typical traditional love, dating, chatting up, and going straight to the subject &; Mdash& ampmdash Marriage. I don't love you or me. I just want to give my parents peace of mind. When I feel I have some responsibilities, I will get married, have children, earn money and support my family. That's all. Although Wang Xiaohui no longer talks about love, he still believes in love and the heartache of love.

Nothing. Wang Xiaohui's favorite place is her friend Zimei's dry cleaner. This shop is clean and romantic. There is a small bar in the front hall, covered with purple vines and surrounded by soft music. Customers who come to the store to taste a pot of tea naturally smile, just like the spring breeze. After a long time, some people come, not to wash clothes, but to sit. Wang Xiaohui is one of them.

& ampldquo Boss Zimei, have my clothes been washed? & amprdquo beautiful male voice. Wang Xiaohui couldn't help looking back. Snow-white sports coat, dark sweatpants, tall and big figure, kind smile on his face, and well-proportioned are the looks of his brother next door. Only one look, Wang Xiaohui's heart thumped.

He saw Wang Xiaohui and nodded to her politely.

Wang Xiaohui blushed and said,&; Ldquo Sit down, sit down, I'm here to play &; hellip& amphellip& amprdquo

Wang Xiaohui doesn't know how she suddenly lost her mind. At ordinary times, how reserved she is!

Wang Xiaohui twist a head to see him go out with clothes, get on the bus, as if the shadow of past lives, how so familiar?

& ampldquo Hey, what are you doing? & amprdquo Purple Rose called her, and she found her gaffe and bowed her head and smiled.

& ampldquo; He is an old customer of mine, doing sales in Beijing, a guy with great ability and a guy with great taste &; hellip& amphellip& amprdquo

Wang Xiaohui couldn't hear what Zi Mei was saying, just replied. She thought, who is he?

Good news bird

Wang Xiaohui feels like a blooming flower. She has a wish, a wish to see someone every day.

Wang Xiaohui likes shopping. She bought beautiful high heels, a colorful skirt, and even a sexy suspender to match her plain little suit. Occasionally, she wears light makeup. She decorated with her heart, just like a flower, and in her body, the devil was blooming enchanting.

Liu Jie never noticed the changes in Wang Xiaohui. Even that day, she never likes to show off. She put on her new skirt and asked him, what do you think? He just looked up and said he liked it. At that time, Wang Xiaohui depressed.

But the expectation in her heart finally made her depression disappear.

As soon as Wang Xiaohui entered the store, Zimei was stunned by her: ldquo Oh, I haven't seen you for several days. How beautiful! & amprdquo Wang Xiaohui smiled, made some tea, and then sat down, as if waiting for something.

After three transgressions, Zi Mei asked:&; What happened to ldquo? Really? Don't be silly, I have a family, a business, a wife and children & hellip & hellip & rdquo Wang Xiaohui gave her a white look and said nothing.

& ampldquo boss Zimei & Hailipu; & hellip & rdquo I didn't see him, only heard his voice. Wang Xiaohui's heart is pounding, it's him!

He said that he would attend a signing ceremony later and asked Zi Mei to iron the clothes quickly.

Purple rose replied, by the way, brought him tea, meaningfully

Short and sad love story 4: desolation is also a kind of beauty.

Tonight, I don't know where to start. I want to be silent more than speechless. If I can be quiet on this quiet night, I may really have nothing to think about. Very tired. The reality is so difficult. What reason do I have not to treat myself well?

I once lamented the ruthlessness of the years, but now I just want to find that quiet, simple and personal happiness in the hurried years. As far as time is concerned, I'm afraid it won't be so easy, so I can only say that she is more ruthless in the face of wind and rain. What is the future like? Maybe it is colorful in others' eyes, but in my eyes, she is dull, not disappointed, but desperate. It's just that endless sadness makes me confused. I also believe how many people have felt the same way and how many people have experienced the same thing. Maybe there is no difference except the nature.

Life is not easy when people are tired. We are all the same, seemingly endless scenery. In fact, the disguise behind us is the same, but we don't want others to see our weakness. Therefore, in the eyes of others, we will always be happy. With this unbridled smile, can you face the bright sunshine without blemish? Or when you pass by, you know you won't stay any longer, so you laugh so happily, pretend so well and hurt so deeply, and say it doesn't matter. Will you take off that fatigue and relax from now on? Is it okay? Can it really be like this? Not tired, not painful? No more helplessness, no more harm? Is it beautiful? Or is reality too tired? I long for everything in my dreams?

Desolate, what a beautiful word. If you have to make up a story, I think the tears of the protagonist in the story are probably the central idea of this article. However, what about reality? Isn't it the same?

Everything in the world is fair, and it is not easy to understand only after experience. Facing the loneliness in the middle of the night is not a legend, but a well-deserved fact. It hurts, sometimes it hurts, but we can't show our helplessness to the fullest, because we know that not many people understand us. Speaking out your feelings is likely to be regarded as a joke in the wind and spread in the rain. If it's not linked to the news, I'm afraid this short message will be enough for you.

Desolation is also a kind of beauty, but don't let it bear all the pain and suffering, otherwise no one can predict the overload.

If everything is just envy, then don't be hypocritical. This is also a realm of life. If nothing in the past can be changed, don't expect time to stay. It's impossible. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. What you need now is to let yourself go. Living too clearly will be very tiring, and confusion is also a realm of life. Be calm, not envious or jealous, or just envious or jealous. Jealousy is a kind of power, but jealousy can make people blind. There is no need to look down on everything. It comes and goes in a hurry and everything goes with the wind.

Desolate is also a kind of beauty. Remember, just enjoy it quietly, don't break it rudely, because it is also a kind of beauty.

Short and Beautiful Love Story 5: Beautiful Sorrow

Dandelion's life is destined to float like the wind. When flying, I don't know if I am happy, maybe the end is the end. It understands that the moment it begins to drift away, it is the farewell that will come forever. It turns out that all yearning has ended when it takes root.

It says, this is not happiness, this is sadness and cannot be changed.

In the evening, the birds fly away in the direction of light and climb to the other side of the mountain. I don't know whether it is melancholy or joy. On the horizon in the distance, only the beautiful silhouette of birds in the sunset is left, printed with a large bright red glow, and then it will soon be dusk.

It's like a shot that's been hacked for a long time. Many people are looking forward to the reopening of the camera, which is followed by excitement or disappointment. When the black lens lights up, the bird may fly back or never come back.

Something should have appeared along a certain trajectory, but suddenly turned or reversed.

Every night when the stars fall is a nearly perfect picture, and even the undulating reflection in the water is not completely true. However, why did the teenager in the painting look up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle add so much sadness to his eyes?

However, the picture is still beautiful, or more perfect.

This is the beauty of sadness, and it is also a beautiful sadness.

Romantic stories must be beautiful, so beautiful that people feel distressed. Even if they finally died of heartache, it was a sad romance.

Once, maybe there was a person who made you forget your sadness, your pain and even yourself. You smiled happily and said, this is the happiest time of your life. One day, the person you love left without warning and went to a place you will never find. At that moment, all your sadness and pain came back, much more than before. It turns out that it is interesting to store pain and sadness. Once the happiness accumulated on it slips away, it will grow rapidly.

But that romantic memory is undoubtedly the most beautiful, you say.

Isn't it sad that two parallel lines will never intersect? Two lines can be infinitely close, but they will never intersect. But are these two intersecting lines happiness? After meeting, it is infinitely far away.

Sad feelings are like epiphyllum at night. Before you completely indulge in her ethereal dreams, she has quietly left. What you can remember is that it was a wonderful moment.

Beautiful flowers on the other side, the gentleness of the devil in hell, but she lingers on the road of death, giving birth to a bright red and unique gentleness on a deserted and cold road.

Her beautiful sadness is suffocating. Leaves without flowers, flowers without leaves, flowers and leaves are wrong. It is said that two people who love each other are so sad to live in loneliness and sadness. Every reincarnation, a wisp of flowers on the other side, evokes memories of past lives and sad memories.

Time flies, sticky injuries will not be diluted by years, or even forgotten. Time is a good antidote, which silently takes away the pain when it passes quietly. Is that really the case?

The glass jar magnifies the fish's figure in the water, whether it magnifies its happiness together.

Legend has it that the memory of fish is only seven seconds, which is happiness and sadness. Every seven seconds is a reincarnation, a short beginning, and the previous memories have all flowed away, so it will always wander in its own happy world, carefree.

But when I forget, the last relationship is also empty, and several bubbles that have not yet burst slowly float on the water. Is it because I am happy or sad? So in its short memory, it is more for memory than forgetting.

What a sad fate.

At the end of the movie story, the man and the woman didn't come together at last, and the regretful back and silent dialogue made people cry.

Those who can't get it and look forward to it for a long time are always unwilling to calm their hearts, and the beauty at that time is the faint fragrance of flowers lingering in their hearts, so elegant.

The footprints at the fork in the road are getting shallower and shallower step by step, and gradually disappear into the blood-red sunset. You came for love, but why did you go? Why do you leave a sad feeling and interpret the sad scene at dusk?

The broken raindrops in the corner can't continue. They were buried under the soil, carved into shallow scars, and buried in the crushed fallen flowers.

I stood in the winter ice and snow, enjoying the snowflakes flying all over the sky. I froze myself and wanted to melt into the beautiful ice forever. So, I also missed the beautiful spring, summer and autumn, and missed more different beauty.