Essays on love notes

Essays on Love Notes (9 Selected Articles)

In our daily study, work and life, everyone should be familiar with prose, right? Essays, or talk about cultural knowledge, or express academic opinions, or evaluate the world and human feelings, inspiring and thought-provoking. In order to help you better understand the essay, the following are my love notes, welcome to learn and refer to, I hope it will help you.

Love notes 1 outside the window, the night is like ink, covered with starlight and watered by moonlight. I began to cry, so I firmly pulled me and said, "The only thing I am always stronger than you is that I love you more than you love me." Dear you, where have you been? Where have you been? Dada. You don't want me. You make me cry in a world without you. What about you who said you loved me? Hide your face, be at a loss, be in a daze

Look at your watch, it's four o'clock.

I don't know when or why, so I fell asleep. I dreamed that you told me that you were wrong and didn't want to be apart. Wake up, open your eyes and look at the ceiling. You can't tell reality from dreams, and you can't tell me that you love me and say goodbye. Close your eyes and think again. Open your eyes and refuse to believe again and again. You have left my reality.

I don't want to say a word, I don't want to see anyone, and I don't even want to hear a sound. You were the only one in my world before. When you leave, there is nothing, just like losing everything. Mom said, you became silent. I smiled. The university has changed. The bitter water in my heart makes me feel guilty. On the first day, it seems that only a deep sigh can alleviate a little unhappiness. I am afraid that you will leave, and I am even more afraid that I will be so depressed. I can't help sending you a message, an irrelevant reply. After several rounds of embarrassment. Finally, I couldn't help crying and begging you. Put down all face, you say, no. I seem to have lost my focus and collapsed on the sofa, at a loss. The first time you hung up on me and said "I don't want it" coldly, I listened blankly.

I don't need to repeat the following days. Every dream is so perfect. Wake up every day, is the gap with the dream you don't want to believe. Every beautiful night without you. Day after day, try to let go. A little, try to forget.

I deleted everything you had, but I still can't help it. I sent it to everyone: "It seems like a long time ago. You are strangers. Miss you. " You didn't answer, as expected. Thinking of you, I don't seem to feel pain anymore. It's just a little sore in my chest.

Live like this every day, and slowly start to laugh from the heart and have fun from the heart. But you will always be the place that can't be mentioned. I refuse to touch anything related to you. Deep rejection, because I am afraid, afraid that kind of sadness will suppress my heart.

Later, something happened. For example, I talked a lot with you in the group. I hope you can see how good I am without you. I hope you can regret it and think of me. For example, I go to your city to play with all your friends, hoping to know your news and know that I am here. For example, after watching a movie, I can't eat a mouthful of rice by picking my hands. After I was so entangled, I called you and said it was downstairs. I didn't expect to answer "no". Your indifference reminded me of your temperature and heat at that time. You put everything down to come to me, and now I'm right in front of you, and you refuse me. If life is like first sight, what a sad feeling it is.

Later, I slowly put it down.

All you need is time and an indifferent heart.

I see that the world is so vast without you, and I see that life without you is still full of sunshine. I slowly began to accept that my feelings are such an insignificant part of many couples, and you are just a passer-by. We are just memories of each other. Let go of the obsession and the heart that wants to go with you forever. I saw something beautiful, and I began to understand that you were not the right person. You can't show me the world, you can only narrow my world to only you. This relationship is full of knots and no peace of mind.

Girl, I wish you to see more of the beauty of this world and sow more happiness in life.

Baoji February night 17.

I think it may be the last time, and the last time is so close. Actually, this is not what I want to hear. Even if he doesn't say a word and gives me a hug, it makes me feel better than these words. But it's the best way for him to ease his embarrassment. When his words finally finished, we all bowed our heads and suddenly looked up at each other. This is a strange feeling, still the same. I turned around and smiled first. We used to play this game to see who lost first, and I never dared to look him in the eye. Still the same.

I asked him if your mother knew what you said when you saw me. He said, my mother said how you ruined such a good girl.

It's a pity that you're not the one who said I was a good girl.

I finally met the person I want to see. Key words, about breaking up and being together, didn't say a word. I still understand his thoughts.

Before I met, I had been suffering and missing. After meeting, I realized that nothing was possible, not at all, including many years later. However, I still feel that the result is not important, it is not important at all, as long as it is a lingering answer, it will be fine. Will I hate this life and live a chaotic life?

One picture for another. Yes, I started writing my favorite words, and this one is the beginning. I'm going to start painting, because I think the world is beautiful when the pen tip rubs on the paper. At least it's much better than the reality there.

It seems that my story should be finished.

Love note 3 learned about this website from the group, and I was in a bad mood to draw something casually and change a picture.

What am I doing now? Nest on the bed, what music is playing in Douban Music? Type these words. By the way, there is a book next to it, Homesickness on Walking. I went to the library to find it myself. The writer is a Korean uncle.

Play randomly to meet. It was the summer vacation of the first year of high school. When the crazy single spread this song, I was still secretly in love with the first boy in my life. At that time, I still firmly believed that I would never meet the second person I liked again.

I don't know if I am too stubborn or if I will miss him. I miss it very much. Is everyone like this, or am I the only one who will overcome the scar and forget the pain? I especially want to be a person I don't miss at all, but I can't. I said I wanted to see him. I didn't have any hope, just to meet him.

It's too cold, very cold. No down jacket, no gloves, the bench is cold. He is wearing gloves and smoking. Nothing seems to have changed except that we sit far away. My inarticulate, perhaps he knows, has always been what he said, if not his style, about the final exam, about the postgraduate entrance examination, about looking for a job in the future. I listened and said nothing. He said that the graduate students that their school headquarters intends to take are not very good schools, but at least they can find jobs in H city. It's good. Therefore, I have no hope of going on with him, not that it is impossible now, but that it will be far away in the future.

I think it's because I don't love it. I'm not the best person for him. Marriage is not because of love, but because of suitability.

We began to have all kinds of contradictions. At first, I will argue with him confidently and explain to him calmly. Even, I will talk to him about his bad habits when he comes home late, but the result is that we are all unhappy. Now, I am too lazy to talk. In order to avoid unhappiness, I will stop talking and avoid disgust.

Shu Ting once described the equality of love so beautifully and clearly in To the Oak, and I think this is the love I want.

On this emotional road, I can't see your face clearly, and I can't see your heart clearly. I want to get rid of the rope that binds me, but I'm afraid I'll hurt everyone's heart.

Now I am like a bird in a cage, I can't fly out and settle down. To borrow a phrase from the golden age, this is really my "golden age".

I only hope that you and I are together because of love, purity and cleanliness, not falling into the dust, not rising into the clouds, just falling in love and faint joy.

Love Note 5 This autumn night,

The rain began to get a little sweet,

Just tears in the corner of my eyes,

Why become so bitter.

With the fear of the morning,

Start to remember you again.

Like is a strange and familiar word,

Not the beginning, but also the end.

Memories are like yesterday's meeting,

It seems not far away, but I can't go back.

The pointer is still repeating,

Time goes by without looking back,

I still remember what you said,

It's just that the words written for me are blurred.

I will like this city with you,

But time didn't keep each other breathing.

Say goodbye to a day trip,

The next second may be night,

I love you more than anyone else,

But I think it's good that you are happy,

Your lies are false,

But I'd rather it was true,

The world has nothing to say,

So, silence is the story of tonight.

Love Note 6 Inscription: Farewell to the feelings of youth, farewell to yourself who has dedicated himself to love. Embrace the world without him with open hands, and embrace yourself in the cold with open hands.

We hugged each other and fell asleep. Your warmth is in my ear, your endless tenderness is in my arms, and you whisper in my ear, "We will be together forever." At that time, I would never have thought that the person around me was indifferent to me now. On my first night home from college, I happily gave up my scruples about the power failure in my dormitory and my roommate nagging me to call. After a good chat all night, the screen of the mobile phone is, good night. Good night, in short, I don't know if you want to sleep, if you want to sleep, or if you want me to shut up. I shook my shoulder helplessly. Yes, you are tired after a day's train ride. Hippily replied, "Good night, Dada." After washing, I picked up my mobile phone and began to wonder about your increasingly cold attitude towards me. I was surprised to find that the chat software showed that "the other party is typing ..."

My boyfriend still loves me. He will remember to send me a message when he is asleep. He is still very kind to me, but he is tired.

However, when "the other party is typing ..." was displayed for twenty minutes, my joy disappeared. You should break up with me. You should be impatient. I know, maybe I pretend not to know, send my sweet words, and you may frown on the phone and delete your words. But I stubbornly wait for you to say, because I don't believe you will say leave me.

finally ......

In a long news, the word "breakup" suddenly caught our eye. My heart is numb, but it doesn't hurt as much as I thought. I didn't even call you to ask, so I calmly replied, "My first love was wonderful, Dada, thank you."

"Take care of yourself alone, sleep, good night."

Leave me endless silence on the phone.

I read our chat records for half a year, and I naively want to know when you stopped watching me and didn't like it. No, it seems to be indifference day by day, killing love day by day. We survived the college entrance examination and the opposition of parents and classmates. But in the face of killing, there is nothing we can do. Time and distance, this end and that end of the phone have nothing to say for a long time. I seem to see that you want to hug me with open arms and run backwards in front of me. We all love each other so much that we can't see the rest of the world. We all try to run to each other, but we always stay away. I smiled bitterly for a while and looked at my watch. At this point, the pain spread all over the sky.

Then there are memories, starting from junior high school, starting from high school and starting from college. Your memory, tender to cold, beautiful to make me despair. I turned over the photos one by one, turned over the most sincere love you have ever said to me, and shed tears drop by drop. Smile, heartache My eyes are all about you, and the whole world is about you. No breakup, no brokenhearted, just you. Only you are good to me.

I envy you so much. I can live as I please. If I am not the master of the Mo family, I would like to break free from my cage, like a free-flying bird.

Later we became friends who talked about everything. We can listen to each other's worries, we can talk about the past and refute the present.

If there is no Su He. I think we are still the closest people to each other. He is like a dazzling star, gentle and witty, shining everywhere. Everyone is attracted, even you are confused. I can feel the emotion in your eyes. This is the thirst for rain after a long drought. It is the expectation of looking through the autumn water. This is the passion of lightning hitting the ground. It's ... love!

At that moment, I was angry, and the flame of jealousy burned me and stung my heart. But to restore calm. Anyway, even without Su He, we can't be together.

You are really in love, and you can't refuse his passionate pursuit. You said: Mo Yan, I am in love. What a wonderful feeling it is to have a pair of shoulders to lean on.

Yan Zi, I wish you happiness! It's time to leave your life. My family arranged for me to work in a foreign company, and I may never come back.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, and let me live alone in the distance with my thoughts of you.

Yan Zi, in this life, what is done is done. If there is an afterlife, within the three realms, can I cross it instead of you?

Love Notes 8 Many times I want to say this to Mr. A, but whenever I talk about it, I always swallow it back. There is no unspeakable reason. Maybe I lost interest in saying this at that moment. Maybe I don't see any reason to say that. Forget it! There will be no result if you say it, and you will still be unhappy in the end.

When I first met Mr. A, he was in love and sweet at that time. After a few meals together, I became acquainted with him. For me, familiarity means that when I meet you in the street, I can call out your name and say hello by the way. Half a year later, probably in winter, Mr. A was lovelorn. I think people who are lovelorn in winter are more sad, and those who are lovelorn in winter are more pitiful. Mr. A frequently contacted me in this sad winter of lovelorn love, and I think I have probably become a drowning person in this long river of love and sadness.

We were together soon, faster than most friends and family expected. Being together so soon, we didn't lose ourselves and go crazy like people in love. We are calm. The only difference is that we have changed from one person to two, but I still often feel that I am alone.

I will even question, what is the reason for such love? Because of the material, no, I think he has nothing to give me. I am not such a girl; Because of love, no, many times, I think he doesn't love me, or I really can't feel his love. I think, probably from the beginning, he failed to put me on an equal footing with him. Inequality of age, social experience and personality, all kinds of factors have created the beginning of this inequality.

Yan Zi, your touch of purples adorned my whole spring and autumn. Your smile touches my heart as if I were born for you. I can see the most beautiful scenery in your eyes. This is a mirage that I have never seen before. If brilliant fireworks cut through the bleak night, it is like a fragrant flower blooming in the desert. Everything about you surprises me!

We met in an accident. On that day, you rode your bike on the road like a wild horse. I listened to the music leisurely, strolled on the road, thinking about being careful. Suddenly, an impatient female voice "get out of the way, danger" loomed ahead. Before you could react, you jumped on me, burly as a man-eating beast. I thought the brakes were out of order. You said you forgot to brake. Cold, I really admire your IQ.

Poor me, because of you, I was in the hospital for half a month. It was those more than ten days that changed my future life trajectory and made my heart as still as stagnant water ripple again. In order to make up for your mistake, you took the initiative to take care of me. Like a competent Meidochan, you not only served tea, but also made me laugh with some cold jokes from time to time.

"Mo yan, don't be stingy with your smile. You look good when you smile. Come on, smile! " "Boring!"

Although his mouth is disdainful and his expression is cold, he is secretly happy in his heart.

I don't know what kind of girl you are and what kind of life experience you have. Why, you can't see the vicissitudes of life and sadness, and you always look naive, romantic and indifferent.

Your cheerfulness and liveliness infected me, and those wild stories began to fascinate me. My dusty heart door is slowly opened by you.

You listen to my story quietly: I was born in a huge family, and my life has long been arranged. I am like a puppet. What I do, or what I can't do, is in the hands of others. My destiny is obedience.