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Touching campus love story?

Love is like many clothes, but only one is suitable. The following are some love stories that touched the campus.

1: Cry all over the place.

Some people say that a girl who doesn't behave at the age of 20 will never behave again. I don't think any girl would want to have such a regret.

In the second semester of senior two, I like that his mind is decorated and blown into the crowd like the wind. Originally, it was just a silent and beautiful love, which passed from one mouth of the catcher to the other ear, and then from the other mouth to the other ear, completely changed its taste.

At one time, what girls liked best was to brainstorm and express their opinions on this "big news". Someone said, "God, isn't this a toad who wants to eat swan meat?" Others curled their lips and simply said, "Tell her to forget it, and it won't be her turn in the next life!" "Others are even more bitter:" Look at her, she is hungry and not picky about food. Finally, someone concluded, "We should tell her, look in the mirror and get to know ourselves. "Those girls with ulterior motives tossed and turned these words and enjoyed it. When nothing happens, they get together and whisper to each other. When I passed them, they let out a cry and dispersed in a hubbub. As soon as I left, they quickly * * * and continued the "meeting".

I was angry and anxious, but I was helpless. My heart is passed around as a rumor, and there is nothing more painful than this. Go your own way and let others talk. Such a wise sentence, like a gradually ineffective anesthetic, has less and less comforting effect on me. On the one hand, I carefully avoided the overwhelming gossip, on the other hand, I was lost in the pain of missing. I couldn't even look at him at that time. I avoided everything, and then in the empty classroom, quietly in a daze. I always feel a dull pain in my heart when I meditate.

Depression finally broke out in an afternoon. That afternoon, I walked into the classroom and there was a burst of laughter in the back row. I looked up and saw an ugly frog on the blackboard, next to a handsome prince, and a line of China fairy tales, Princess Frog and her Prince Charming. Before I had time to think about it, the pain came like a storm. "Pa", I threw my book on the blackboard, turned around and flew out of the classroom in the laughter of everyone.

Under the clear blue sky, several pigeons passed by, and rows of acacia trees were lush. The trees are covered with thin and dense yellow flowers, and the ground is covered with a layer of yellow velvet. I hid under the tree and cried my eyes out. Children's innocent feelings are always particularly fragile and can't stand any subtle harm.

Just as depression and despair swallowed me up bit by bit, I saw him crying from a distance. He smiled lightly, looked at the beautiful yellow flowers, looked at me with tears on my face and said, "I was just wondering which girl was crying here and crying all over the floor." I turned my back and immediately burst into tears. Later, under the acacia tree full of yellow flowers, he told me that there is nothing wrong with liking someone, but do you know him? Maybe he hasn't washed his feet for ten days. Maybe he drools when he sleeps. Isn't it silly to like others easily without knowing him?

I smiled brightly. It turns out that my smile is as bright as a beautiful yellow flower. This is what he said.

Later, he took me back to the classroom. Later, the group of chattering girls were surprised and envious when they saw all the changes. He helped me occupy a seat in the classroom. During the break, he stuffed me with a small box of snacks. More often, he stood at the intersection I had to pass and gave me a gentle and shallow smile, as if suddenly I had the happiest thing in the world. I care for this sincerity carefully, and I think it is enough, really enough. Later, later, there was a quiet and comely girl around him. I gave them a bright smile, as bright as the beautiful yellow flowers everywhere at that time. I think this kind of smile suits them best. I am very happy. I'm really happy that someone finally cares about him. Later, later, I also have people who love to protect themselves. I think a girl's first love is just a kind seed, which may or may not be about love. Fortunately, my seed met his tolerance and care of the appropriate temperature and moisture, and produced beautiful flowers, even if it was not about love.

After a long, long time, I remembered that sunny afternoon, and he said with a gentle and shallow smile, "I was just wondering which girl cried here and threw flowers all over the floor." My whole body will still be submerged by a warm current. Such a boy, I think, even at the age of 80, I will still remember him!

2. Your mistake, my love

School started, and the summer on the branches still didn't mean to turn around and leave. Instead, I send cicadas, an artistic messenger, to sing in the branches every day. For me, it was a feeling of being at a loss and upset.

I haven't talked to anyone for more than five sentences. Basically, the other person asks me before answering. Some people say that I "cherish words like gold", but I still say a lot about it. A kind girl told me that I just smiled and said nothing, leaving her to look at me in surprise.

I just study hard, raise my hand seriously in class, stay in my seat after class, and stare at my classmates with a smile. After school, I hurried home and buried myself in my homework. After all, I turned over a book and read a few lines, but I lost interest, so I had to put it back on the shelf in a hurry, wash it roughly and go to bed.

This is a true portrayal of my first week after entering junior high school. Because I am withdrawn, no one wants to get close to me. But I am not a confused person. Whenever class is over, when I sit alone in the huge classroom, I really feel lonely. Loneliness is a vicious medicine. If you don't drink it, just smell it, you will be poisoned.

Just when I was bored, the sunrise came. She suddenly broke through my sight with a decisive attitude and came here gorgeously, so that I was not happy at first and finally smiled under her "intimidation and inducement".

-Please smile! A meat steamed stuffed bun was hungry on the road, so he walked to eat it himself. Isn't such a joke funny Give me some face. ...

-Leaning Tower of Pisa? Is pizza abundant there? * * * In meditation ... * * *

Xun, let me go with you! Such a heavy box, you are weak, I'll share some.

-Xun, I really like you. Since childhood, you are my best friend except another girl! It's a deal, best friend

At sunrise, your sun is shining and the sun is standing with you. Even I, as your friend, am proud!

I can't remember how many times. After school, I always happily walk hand in hand with Sunrise to a garden near my home. After a while, she always took my hand and sat next to the most beautiful flower, facing me with her most simple and hearty smile, patiently listening to my endless stories about the bad things of the day, and then seriously answering all my questions. It always makes me feel that at this time, she is younger than me, but I am an inexperienced little sister.

"Kaori, you must understand that life must be full of checkpoints. If you always look at everything with a depressed and lamentable attitude, you will only bring yourself a lot of unnecessary troubles and troubles.

"You are yourself. Xun, don't care too much about what others say, as long as you think it's right. Go straight, don't look back, and you can't look back.

"Kaori, such is life. Try to steer well and don't be dominated by life, so that you can become the master of life. Understand?

"Don't thank me. We are good friends and don't have to be strangers. "

Life is as safe and happy as running water.

However, the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to create fetters. Lian Xi said that there are countless red lines in the hands of the god of fate, which are tightly wrapped around the neck of the world. Two people, as long as he is willing to move his finger a little, the red line will stand around their necks. The pain of suffocation, but can't break free, only * * *, until they make up their minds to completely cut off the red line.

Zhaoxia and I are naturally two children strangled by the red line now.

On a beautiful evening before sunset, after reading the blackboard newspaper in the classroom, I picked up my schoolbag and just wanted to go home. Suddenly, I heard a faint roar from the empty music room next door, mixed with intermittent crying. I didn't want to mind my own business, but suddenly I overheard my name in the conversation, so I quietly approached and listened carefully-

"Cersei, I always regard you as a good friend, no matter whether you treat me like this or not, but I really didn't expect you to be friends with her! You know I never liked her, but you still ... "The girl paused, her tone full of troubles.

"No ... good morning, believe me, I ... just saw such an experiment on the Internet, saying that if you can become good friends with the most indifferent classmates in the class, it will prove that your popularity must be very good. I took aim at Yin Chuxun and approached her. You mustn't ... "A voice that is too familiar to be familiar with, stammered, and the last sentence couldn't go on.

The girl named "Chen" fell silent.

I'll stay where I am.

All the care and warmth she gave me turned out to be her test?

I smiled silently and sadly and quietly pushed open the door of the music room. I have never thought about the consequences, only know that I will go on blindly, no matter right or wrong, I will never look back and take the time to regret it slowly. I have no patience.

The two girls inside suddenly froze, especially Cersei, who was full of tears. Her beautiful face has never been so distorted. She stared at me in amazement, and I looked at her disdainfully. The lines at the corners of her mouth tightened and became a distant and pale straight line.

Then, I turned around, didn't cry, didn't run, just walked quietly, and my heart ached. I don't want to know what the sunrise behind me looks like. I only know that looking at her for a second will only make my heart hurt more and finally burst.

I became a person again. No friends, no friendship. Only a few books accompany me all day for me to study and relax.

The sunshine outside is dazzling, but I shrink in the cold corner and look down at the ants coming in and out.

I hate the bright sunshine in the morning now, because it is "sunrise".

At the thought of this word, I instinctively hated it, shook my head desperately and tried to get rid of it. When it finally disappeared, I breathed a sigh of satisfaction and continued to watch the ants do sports.

"Where the hell is my watch!" Cersei's voice rang in disgust. "Who put my favorite watch in?" ! If I find out, I won't let you go! "

The students began to twitter and discuss noisily around the sunrise. They all shot suspicious eyes at everyone's face. Sunglow stood there helplessly, tears almost coming out, as if that watch was her life.

It's been busy for quite a while, but I haven't found the culprit. Everyone came chirping and walked, the trees fell and the birds scattered, but they ran very fast for fear of others' suspicion.

Sunrise stood alone beside her seat. Her expression of panic and anxiety was like a straggler, waiting helplessly for her companions to claim it, but only getting the back of their refusal.

This is the price you should pay! I thought bitterly, and there was an inexplicable joy in my heart.

Her eyes suddenly waited for a while and looked at me with cold light in them. The disappointment on her face was obvious. She hurried up to me, bent down and whispered in my ear, "is that you?" Xun, I know you're still sad about last time. Who won't be angry after listening to it? But it's not like this! I just ... "

"What do you want?" I sneer, impatiently interrupted her eager words, "protect me? But in my opinion, you have been lying to me! Nobody took your watch, thank you, miss. Do you think I will think that this is protecting me from doubting someone casually and without reason? " The more I talk, the more annoying I get. As soon as I struck the table, I left without looking back, leaving her in a daze. I didn't think much, and I didn't try to observe her expression. I just strode forward and never gave myself a chance to let go.

When we first met, he wrote a wrong word and asked her to run to the podium to correct it. He changed it, then invited her to dinner, thanked her and said she would lose face. She didn't go, so he bought candy and sent it to her bedroom. Everyone ate his candy and said to him, "Nothing!" "Leave him two to sit and talk in the dormitory.

The "well-informed" dormitory leader actually said, "I'll give you care of our little eight sisters." Eight sisters lived in a dormitory at that time. She blushed, but he was as happy as a morning glory.

Once, they quarreled. He said, "If I had known you were such a stubborn girl, I wouldn't have written that word wrong." She was shocked at once: "You planned it, did you mean it?" ! "

He smiled. "What do you think, this simple sentence is wrong?"

"If I didn't see it? What if someone goes up and tells you? " She asked.

He is more happy, "isn't this very simple? I will continue to make mistakes until you fool tell me. " Someone told me that I wouldn't buy her candy, so I don't have to! "

"God, I live by your means." She's a little angry. "Is there anything else-you designed and calculated everything?"

"Don't slander, ok? ! "He said," Understand my heart clearly. My' mistakes' are all my love! "

-This is the happy legend of a pair of little brothers, who are happy with the poem Song Cuo, Zhou Lang Care.

Think about Xiao Qiao, what a smart woman, "and in order to draw the sensitive eyes of hatred, she touches the wrong sound from time to time", how elegant and beautiful, belonging to youth and the same joy as strawberries in early summer.

I love you, and I won't tell you. My string said it. It didn't say it loved you. It said, "Wrong number, did you hear it?" He heard and saw her heart and her meticulous feelings. He didn't say anything. He looked at the past, looked at it, and his eyes contained the same language as Bud. She plays the piano, but she says nothing. He listened to the piano and said nothing, but both of them knew it very well. Understand, understand, what kind of spirit is in the heart, in the eyes, the breeze and the bright moon are smiling, so serene and so loving.

"Little girl, you played it wrong." "I just want to play wrong!" What a nifty language, talking; How delicate and pure, in anger. "Wrong Song, Gu" is so naughty, so cute and so affectionate. You have feelings, slaves have intentions. At the intersection of eyes, how the wind and lotus dance lightly; Low eyebrows, nodding and stroking the strings are peony-colored peony fragrance.

Who put a name in a deep narrative in the first love, only an unexpected guess, scattered like a bluebird's temptation, "Blame my imagination is not rich-"This name has nothing to do with imagination, clearly, he already knows that she is stealing ears, and he has seen clearly the invisible grass she raised; He turned a blind eye to her invisibility cloak-he saw through it! Her line of defense, originally "maginot line", is useless. Her people and her heart are all in his heart and in his eyes. Who is whose Tathagata, who is whose love-don't ask, why ask.

I only know that he crossed out the word "hit"-to protect his daughter's reserve, and he replaced the word "find"-which made a breakthrough for her embarrassment. He knew that she had overcome the girl's pride and arrogance and told her that I wouldn't expose it, just that you "found" one of my phone calls.

He also wants to say, width, expansion, expansion, this love! He didn't understand the request directly, and made another clerical error-he wrote "broad" as "broad", and then put a tick on the two words to tell her-yes, that's what I want. ...

An intentional slip of the pen, a deep pool of peach blossoms-you don't need to overcome a girl's pride and reserve, she is already a little red in your heart.

three

A letter, so short, but so long; A few words, but how many words mean this?

Finally, he signed it, dated it, a clear and clean name, no sloppiness, no detours. Because she was called from the beginning, there is only one name. In a clean name, there seems to be nothing, but in fact there is everything. His dates are all written in the Spring and Autumn Annals, signed every year, and the word "night" is added. Beyond the word "night" is the beauty in the night. Within the word "night", you can let your imagination gallop wholeheartedly, no matter what you want.

Also inadvertently, she is his silly girl, and he stubbornly added three more words "Saturday". University life, this period of time is the time for students to hang out with their hometown clubs, date men and women and walk around. He will stubbornly tell her-I didn't go anywhere, I will write to you here, I will miss you here, and you?

Whether she understands this meaning or not, he doesn't care, he has no time to manage, he just needs to declare: I only date you.

four

The misunderstanding of young people is extremely beautiful. The beauty of young people is conveyed by misunderstanding. Love has providence, believe it or not.

Even if there is a "misunderstanding", it is more providential. The song is wrong, my playing reveals my beauty and swims out of your style; Your care is full of charm and affection. I am gentle as water; It is you who are full of pride.

I loved you at your best; At my best age, you love me. Love is good, and love is providence.

You go to the sky to pick the stars, and I only wait for a season of little pink, which is also an act of god. Love has a thousand years of providence, you have a thousand years of affection, and I have a hundred million years of waiting.

In the afterlife, I will wait for you on this platform, just to receive your "clerical error" and my care. I love you, I won't look back in this life, and I will stay in the afterlife. The fragrance of flowers remains the same, and my pen and ink remain the same. Don't forget where you come from. My face is a string of misspelled sounds. The look you gave me, I greeted you with a smile like water. In my heart, there is no trace, but there is love everywhere.

That first love, like snow, penetrated into every detail of your world.

3. Plant the sun in your heart.

Last summer vacation, I participated in the summer practice of "planting the sun" as a volunteer, caring for left-behind children.

My classmates and I came to a small town called Luodian. There are many left-behind children there. We help them with their homework and play games with them. More importantly, we pay attention to their mental health.

There, I met A Qiang, who was 12 years old. His parents work in a water station in Guangzhou, and even during the Spring Festival, they seldom come back, leaving only A Qiang to live with his grandfather in his seventies. A Qiang is more silent than other children, his lips are tight, and his eyes are as clear as the clear lake in Tianyi Bay, but his eyes are empty and helpless, with sadness and loneliness disproportionate to his age.

Walking into A Qiang's yard, I was shocked: the earth wall collapsed and the rocky clods were scattered at will; Weeds grow wildly; There is a palm-sized vegetable garden in the middle of the yard, with a few sunflowers planted sparsely, like a sick girl, weak and weak.

Entering the room, the room is not big, and the walls are smoked to dark brown, just like a yellowed photo, marked with the bleak and bleak face of time. The roof is covered with smoke and dust, criss-crossing like a spider web. A few simple pieces of furniture were covered with thick dust, and the dishes and chopsticks were piled up in a tin basin. My heart seems to have suddenly fallen into a bottomless pit, which is very heavy.

When I came in, I bounced off the stool, and my mouth became a round O-shape, but I still didn't talk. I just silently dragged a wooden stool from the corner, rubbed it back and forth with my sleeves, made signal with the lips and motioned me to sit down.

I thanked him and just sat down, an unspeakable strange smell flooded into my nose. I feel dizzy and almost suffocated. So I stood up and said, it's sunny outside. Open the window and let's go out to bask in the sun.

A Qiang remained silent, moved the wooden stool obediently and opened the window. I took him by the hand and came to the yard. My eyes rested on those thin sunflowers.

I smiled: Ah, it must be planted in A Qiang. A Qiang is really capable!

A Qiang nodded gently, with a shallow smile floating around his mouth, like a meteor across the boundless sky, instantly falling.

I said, A Qiang, planting is not enough. We must manage it. Come on, find a hoe and we'll weed your sunflower together.

A Qiang's mouth tightly sipped, turned into the room, picked up the hoe and handed it to me. I squatted down and hoed the weeds carefully for fear of hurting those slender sunflowers. A Qiang cleverly put the weeds together, ran and jumped and threw them outside the yard.

Ten minutes later, the weeds in the small vegetable garden disappeared and looked very refreshing.

"A Qiang, there are too many weeds, especially lush. They will compete with your sunflower for nutrition. Let's get rid of them too. " Say that finish, I'll start. A Qiang still didn't speak, just pulling weeds very hard. In order to pull out the thickest wormwood, he fell on his back, and his little feet extended obliquely into the air.

I couldn't help laughing when I saw his funny appearance. A Qiang also smiled, and the laughter was crisp, like a string of ringing bells in the wind. Our laughter whirled happily in the wind, echoing, as if the air was filled with sweet and pleasant taste. At this moment, A Qiang's eyes sparkled, and his forehead and face shone with dazzling luster.

All morning, we were cleaning up the weeds in the yard, and we were very tired, our waist was loose, and our whole body felt like we were falling apart. I gasped and said, get rid of the weeds, and then you can grow something useful. They will flourish in the sun.

A Qiang nodded silently.

A few days later, when I set foot in A Qiang's home again, I found that the yard had been turned upside down. I smiled and sighed: Oh, it's incredible that A Qiang is so capable! What are you going to plant?

A Qiang smiled shyly: Sunflower.

"Why not grow some vegetables?" I asked in confusion.

A Qiang lift up your little face, "sunflower with golden flowers, follow the sun, like a smiling face. How beautiful! " Having said so much in one breath, he was taken aback and bowed his head shyly.

"I also like sunflowers. I like its character. No matter what kind of environment it grows in, it always laughs heartily, laughs selflessly, follows the sun, grows tenaciously, grows ... Each of us should be a sunflower, and let the sunshine fill every corner of our hearts. "

A Qiang nodded thoughtfully.

A few days later, I walked into A Qiang's home again. The room is much cleaner, the dust is gone, the cobweb-like dust is gone, and the unpleasant smell is gone. A Qiang's grandfather happened to be at home. The old man said to me with a toothless mouth: Girl, since you came, my grandson seems to have changed and is very diligent.

In the afternoon, I bought several bags of white powder and painted A Qiang's home with some classmates. Finally, we pasted the ceiling with white paper. A Qiang is like a happy bird, flying around, busy handing us things. Although the house is not particularly white, it looks much brighter.

A Qiang's words gradually increased. He often came to me and asked me all kinds of questions. "Is Guangzhou big? Is Yuexiu District beautiful? " I turned on the computer and found a picture of Guangzhou. A Qiang looked at it with relish, looked at it, quieted down, and tears rolled out of his eyes.

I took out my mobile phone and handed it to him. "Call mom."

A Qiang looked at me gratefully and picked up the phone. Soon the phone was connected. "Mom!" As soon as A Qiang gave a cry, the other party said, "A Qiang, mom is busy here. She is delivering water to others. You have to listen to grandpa. " The phone hung up in a hurry.

A Qiang put the phone down, cried aloud and ran out.

By the pond in the town, I found A Qiang. He sat quietly and didn't speak. After a while, he held out his finger. "Sister, look!" "Following his fingers, I saw a large sunflower on the other side of the pond, each of which was strong and upright, with golden flowers in full bloom and dazzling golden light." Sister, I also want to be a sunflower, because there is sunshine in my heart. Seeing A Qiang's bright face like a sunflower, I held him tightly in my arms with relief. A few days later, the summer activities ended. A Qiang took me by the hand and came to his yard. Those sunflowers are obviously strong, just sprouted in the wind, bathed in charming sunshine, and the leaves of the green treasure fan stretch freely and are very cute. A Qiang smiled and said, Sister, when they are mature, I will definitely send you a bag of sunflower seeds. I smiled, but my tears flowed down heartily. In the dim tears, I seem to see a sunflower, Zhang Zhu's smiling face, stubbornly growing with the sun. ...