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One of 100 ways to love
The happiest people are not the most perfect people, they just make the most of what they can get their hands on.
Those who have cried, those who have been hurt, those who have pursued, those who have tried, and those who are full of gratitude are the ones who truly know how to be happy. I wish you infinite happiness to sweeten your life, countless The trials and tribulations make you strong, and the endless pain makes you a real person.
Always put yourself in the shoes of others. When you are hurt, others may be hurting too. A careless word may start a fight, a cruel word may destroy someone's life, a timely word may calm a wave, a loving word may heal someone else's wound.
So, please cherish the person who loves you deeply...
A shooting star is a love story
The winter in Shenyang is worse than that in Beijing It was colder, the snow on the roadside had not yet melted away, and a light layer of mist filled the cold and humid night, making the neon lights on the buildings on both sides of the street outside the car window as hazy as gauze curtains.
When the taxi turned into Ganlu Street, the phone rang. It was Xiaoyu: "Sorry! Niba, I have something to do and can't come. I'm sorry, we may not see each other this time." The familiar voice was slightly She's hoarse, I think she must have caught a cold. "
"It's okay, go ahead and say goodbye to you next time. I'll leave early tomorrow morning. Goodbye! "
I put down the phone and felt disappointed. I asked the driver to turn around and go back to the hotel. At this time, it was only half an hour before the time Xiaoyu and I agreed. I could almost vaguely see the coffee shop. The lights are off, the destination is in sight, and suddenly it becomes the starting point again.
The heater in the car was on full blast, but I still felt cold. I lit a cigarette and said sorry to the driver. I took a deep breath and exhaled a big puff of smoke. Circle and move forward slowly.
It bounced back after hitting the glass, then spread, shattered, and filled the small car, slowly spreading out, sinking, sinking just like the mood at this time, empty, floating here and there. Go, like the projection of clouds on the top of a mountain, rising and falling, disappearing into the invisible.
My thoughts are indeed like the wind, never returning to where I came from. The delicate lighter is coldly held in my hand. It was a birthday gift she gave me five years ago. Without her, Every day, he has been with me and lit every cigarette in my hand.
In early autumn in Beijing, the summer heat has not gone away, but the nights are already very cool. The chirping of autumn insects has replaced the hustle and bustle of the day. Xiaoyu and I sit cuddled together on the basketball court on campus, surrounded by stars. The sky was full of silence and no one was around.
Tonight there is no rain, no wind, no bright moon and sad clouds. Even the lights in the street seem to be dimmed, just for two souls in love.
"Why did you make me make another trip in vain? This is already the third time. Can't you even figure out which bus you are taking back?"
I blame He looked at her with eyes full of pity, but his tone was stern. . . "I don't know, I... was delayed by something. Actually, I didn't expect you to pick me up."
She didn't dare to look into my eyes, for fear of seeing my anger. In fact, I didn't expect you to pick me up. There is anger, I love her more than anything, I just complain about seeing her a day later, I am tortured by longing and have not slept all night, but tonight we are so happy together that we forget to sleep. . .
"Why didn't I pick you up? Do you know how bad I feel when I can't see you? When we were together, I felt like we were the only two in the world, but last night I was Looking around on the platform, there are people everywhere but you are not there. Do you know how disappointed I am?"
I don't know if I am complaining or sighing. This time I saw her Eyes, staring at me with tears. I began to regret my endless verbosity. I stretched out a hand to hold her tenderly in my arms, kissed her lips and eyes, and said sorry.
She cried, I don’t know whether it was out of grievance, or because she just wanted to cry in my arms. My broad chest exists just for her tears. . . "I don't know!" She said this repeatedly, with tears streaming down her face. I felt that I loved her even more. To be honest, I liked the way she cried.
The midnight meteor streaked across the night sky, leaving a pale mark. She raised her head and looked at the bright Milky Way. Her tears had extinguished, but there was clearly a sense of melancholy in her eyes. . .
I just learned that there will be so many shooting stars in the sky in the second half of the night. I think every shooting star represents a love. . . She said quietly, her eyes constantly searching the night sky. . . Yes! There are many, and the colors are also various, including red, yellow, blue, white, and it is said that there are some with black smoke. . .
Inspired by her, I also started to look around. This vast universe only slowly appeared late at night. It was so gorgeous and colorful. I felt relaxed and happy, and was moved by this beautiful scenery with thousands of thoughts. .
The vast space, the vast galaxy, and the earth are just an insignificant speck of dust in this boundless universe. In comparison, human beings are even smaller, as if they don't exist at all.
"Do you know why the colors of meteors are different?" She murmured while still looking at the starry sky. . . I think it's probably because of the speed. The one with higher speed will have a higher temperature when it enters the atmosphere and the friction will be lower. The difference in color reflects the difference in temperature. Red has the lowest temperature, so the speed is the slowest, and white has the highest temperature. , so it is the fastest, brings brilliance briefly, and is fiery and symbolizes happiness.
The meaning of the existence of meteors is to burn for people to see, to show their beauty in their short life. . I was talking nonsense about my theory, completely unaware of the growing sadness in her eyes. . .
So is love the same? Beautiful things are short-lived. . . I don’t know if she was asking me or herself. I didn’t answer because I didn’t know the answer at all.
Yes! Beautiful things are short-lived. I don’t know whether it is because of beauty that it seems short-lived, or because it is short-lived. Eternity seems to be just a myth. All the wonderful scenery will be eclipsed in the long journey. , time dilutes them until they are as dull as if they were nothing.
A few days later, I went to her dormitory to find her. She was alone, with the same expression, with sadness in her blank eyes. She didn’t even smile when she saw me. I hadn’t had time to When she opened her mouth, she had already spoken first. "It's your birthday in a few days, so I'll give you this as a gift... She handed over a lighter, small and exquisite, shining brightly.
"Oh! It's so beautiful. Don't you want me to quit smoking? ? Why did you give me this? But it’s such a good thing. . . "I took it over and opened the metal cover smoothly.
Pah! The sound was crisp and sweet. I lit a cigarette and turned it on and off a few times, as if the sound was wonderful music, and my face I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction and grinned at her stupidly.
But the strange thing was that she was indifferent and avoided my eyes without any expression, as if what just happened had nothing to do with me. No matter how dull you are, you can tell that there is something wrong here. She was unhappy and had something to tell me.
Sure enough, she said, "Niba!... Let's break up!" I was startled and a little overwhelmed by this sudden sentence. I looked at her with frightened eyes, trying to see the answer on her face. This time she did not avoid it, and her firm eyes made me understand that she was not. Just kidding, I have no intention of taking back this sentence.
"Why? Can you give me a reason?"
My heart went blank, and I felt like a basin of cold water had been poured over me. She was trembling as well, and her tone of voice became unfamiliar even to me.
"I hope to keep this beauty forever and don't want it to burn out like a star." . . She looked at me and said each word. "
" I don't understand what you said. Do you suddenly stop loving me? It's precisely because I love you so much that I should break up. "
" This is impossible, what are you talking about? If you love someone, you should be with him? "
Why... I was confused, I don’t know what logic this is. Why would you break up with someone if you love her deeply? Even if I read all the love novels at home and abroad, I still can’t sum up the reason for the breakup.
I think she is. She was joking with me. Given her character, if she really didn't love me anymore, she would say it clearly and would never lie to me with such a ridiculous lie.
But her expression doesn’t look like a joke. She has never been able to joke. She often takes it seriously when I say a joke. For this reason, I have teased her more than once, waiting for her to get angry before coaxing her. she.
But I can’t say a word of my joke today. The reality is there, and her eyes told me that she was serious.
I didn’t know what to say, so I sat down on her bed, smoking a cigarette, and the lighter made a "squeaking" sound in my hand. It was my restless fingers that kept reminding me. , this is not in a dream, you should bravely save the love you are about to lose, or get out silently.
Who can teach me how to do this? Who can make her wake up from that absurd logical thinking?
I looked up at her, and she was looking at me. , it was still that firm look that cut off my tongue like scissors, and I knew it was all irreversible.
She is the kind of quiet girl, smart and determined. She cannot say anything without careful consideration. I just sat there numbly, without saying a word, and my mind was racing. Recalling everything that happened between us in the past, what was the reason for her to leave me?
"I know this will hurt you, but I can only do this. You will understand in the future, I think..."
She seemed to be persuading me, her tone was caring but to me it was a cold mockery. "Okay! Let me think about it, I will love you forever...I'm waiting for you to change your mind..."
I stood up and left without looking back, leaving her Leaving He Men behind, she hurried downstairs and almost bumped into someone at the corner of the stairs. It was Yan Ying, her roommate and her best friend.
The next week was a long wait, but she did not come, as if she had disappeared, and she was no longer seen on campus.
I went to see her a few times, and the last time I met her good friend Yan Ying, she already knew about our affairs, sympathized with me, and told me that after I left that day, Xiao Yu silently She sat in front of the window and smoked the half pack of cigarettes that I forgot to take away. There were tears in her eyes, but a faint smile on her face. I don’t know if it was sad or happy. Maybe this was the eternity she wanted.
One day five years later I got news from her. She was still alone and not married. I am the same, I have experienced countless painless love, but I still exist alone. It seems that the road in this life is destined to be walked alone.
From the hot and humid south to the icy north, from the broad ocean to the vast grasslands and deserts, I was looking for something at a loss. Everywhere I went, I felt like I was going in the wrong direction.
Strange crowds are everywhere, flowing unconsciously, like countless rotating planets in the universe. They seem to be close to each other, but in fact they are far apart.
Originally, I thought I was going to see her during this trip to Shenyang. Although the previous phone calls did not bring us as close as before, they were enough to rekindle the fire buried in my heart. .
But what you didn’t expect is that you will never meet her unexpectedly. She will always make you unpredictable and caught off guard. I believe that this missed opportunity was not accidental.
Sure enough, after I returned to Beijing, I received an email from her, which made me understand everything. Niba is sorry that I missed my appointment. Do you know why? I can't lie, but I still made up a lie. In fact, there is nothing urgent that cannot be ignored. I am anxious to see you and feel the same as you.
You know what? I haven’t fallen in love with anyone since we broke up, and I feel like I can’t fall in love again. I once had a boyfriend who was a doctor. He was kind and responsible. My parents also liked him very much and said he was someone I could rely on.
I have been with him for three years, but I have never fallen in love with him, or even liked him from beginning to end.
At the beginning, I thought that the situation would slowly change. Love would grow over time, and feelings could be cultivated. At least he was not annoying. His conditions are very good, and you may be happy if you marry him, at least in terms of behavior. He is very smart, and I can see that I don’t love him, but he still works hard to take care of me and care for me as always. I hope It will touch me one day.
If I don’t know the right things, I will become a stone-hearted monster. Our wedding was scheduled for September this year, the banquet had been decided, and the invitations had been sent out. It seemed like a foregone conclusion, but an accident made me change my mind.
It was a Sunday in August. He and I attended a friend’s wedding. The scene was warm and grand, and the bride and groom, like stars holding the moon, drank glasses of wine in front of everyone with happy smiles on their faces. , everyone’s face is filled with blessings, only my heart is filled with pain.
I almost shouted in despair, how will I face such a wedding scene? How can I have that kind of sincere and bright smile? I can’t do it, in front of those relatives and friends who love me Acting in front of them is beyond my ability.
I suddenly felt that my future married life would not be happy and joyful, which was cruel to me and him. I wanted to end this misfortune, so I broke up.
This time I broke up with you is different from the last time. That time it was for love, for the ideal of eternal love, this time it was because of not loving, and because of the discovery of conscience.
But this blow is too big for him, because he loves me, and everyone knows that we are getting married in September. He was very angry at first, calling me crazy, and then begged me to change my mind. But once my firm belief was established, it was difficult to change, not to mention that I thought my choice was the right one.
We struggled with this matter for a long time, and the wedding date passed without any resolution. Finally one day I decided not to explain or see him again.
I went to Qingdao to completely get rid of his painful face that made me feel guilty. I had a great time and felt that everything was over. I was finally relieved of my burden and could move forward lightly.
But when I came back, I found that he was ill. It was myocarditis. He lay in the hospital bed all day and had no strength to move. I began to blame myself, and even regretted and was afraid.
How could he, a doctor, not know that he was sick? Maybe it was because I had dealt such a heavy blow to him. The disease must have been caused by a transition from sadness.
If he dies, then I am the murderer. I killed him with my own hands, and I cannot absolve myself of the blame for this. I escaped from one torment and entered another, and my actions made me a sinful person for whom I must atone.
So I went to the hospital to see him every day, sitting by his bed and watching him, peeling apples for him, and kept asking him, "Are you feeling better?" He didn't answer or look at me. His eyes were dull, like a body without a soul. Looking at his painful look, I couldn't help but shed tears.
Later, his mother said to me: If you don’t change your original decision, don’t visit him again. This will be good for you and him, and we will help him slowly forget about you. . . "
I can no longer look back. Why would I do it if I had known this? If I had married him, nothing like this would have happened. In that case, I would have sacrificed myself and everyone would have a happy life. I Too selfish, isn't it?
Niba, during that time, I got news from you and knew that you were coming to Shenyang for business. I thought there was hope in my life again, and I could put these worries aside for the time being. Leave it behind and relive the good times we spent together.
It’s still the same coffee shop on Ganlu Street where we had coffee together when you came to visit me in Shenyang five years ago. . Now it has opened a chain, but I still think this one on this street is the most authentic.
We made an appointment at eight o'clock in the evening, but I sat there two hours early. We were in love. The time I made you wait anxiously, when I came back from home, I was afraid that you would not pick me up at the station for some inexplicable reason, so I deliberately told you the wrong train number, leaving you waiting in the cold wind or the scorching heat. I want to make it up to you, I want to atone, I I want to prove to you that I have always loved you deeply.
I just sat there alone, listening to the music, as if time had flown back to the past, how much like a dream it all was! Just on the hands of the clock. At half past seven, the music in the coffee shop changed and the song "The Second Breakup" by Power Train was playing. I was stunned at that time. You know I believe in fate. This song is for. Our meeting occurred.
This indicates that our reunion will never bring back the feeling of the past. The perfect love buried deep in my heart will be shattered in front of me. It is the only power that supports my life. I can't lose it. , the past is always the most beautiful, that beautiful shooting star will always shine in my heart, and I can't let it go out.
So I left without waiting for your arrival. Mud! My only love, promise me not to try to see me again or call me again, and let me keep that beauty and innocence. Believe me, I will only love you.
Niba! I opened and closed my mouth and said your name. Did you hear it? Say it again: "Niba! I love you!"
— End —
This is one of the most poignant love stories I have ever seen. Because I was not brave enough, because I loved too much and was afraid of destroying the innocence of love, we did not get together in the end. Maybe many people think that love requires being together, but some people hope Keep the feeling of love, the memory of love, the simplicity of love, let it remain the original, it is also a kind of love!
This article is excerpted from "100 Love Stories"
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