I wrote a love letter to my girlfriend and was moved to tears.

I wrote a love letter to my girlfriend and was moved to tears.

The love letter was written to my girlfriend and moved to tears. Confession: People who are very special and kind to you must have accumulated love for a long time. Looking at your sad appearance, I can't help feeling sad and want to pass a cup of boiled water when I am sick. The following is a love letter to my girlfriend, which moved me to tears.

I wrote a love letter to my girlfriend until I cried 1. I once had a smile in my life, but in the end, the smile disappeared like a fog. And which smile becomes a swift river hidden deep in my heart, and I can't swim across it. That rushing voice became my lost song day and night!

Your smile frightened my years, your pain, my sad years, your thoughts, my happy years in the past, your thoughts, and my Qian Qian for thousands of days and nights ... Thank you for giving me all the shade, enriching my life, decorating the road of life and making these sad years bright.

Xu Zhimo said that there should be at least one time in life that makes a person forget himself and not pursue results. The same industry, us and even you love me, but I hope to meet you in my most beautiful years. It turns out that my city is just the scenery you pass by. It turns out that some colorful encounters in life are ultimately just a person's mountains and rivers. If the landscape can be forgotten, Qingyun will finally wet the oath. If all the stories will end, all the past will become a cloud. I was asked to be a calm person, walking quietly in the depths of time, not mentioning emotions, loneliness and sorrows. I only burn incense and ink in the deepest part of the years. In a word, a word, this shallow encounter, with a faint dust, with a faint aftertaste, makes misty rain and red dust float down many times.

I understand that every day in Chaoyang District, everything is new and life will never be repeated. As the years passed, I lived my life seriously, leaving only one figure, watching the moonlight with me, and hiding the past in the years with some implicit sentences. Who says all the encounters in this world are long-lost encounters? Why do we only meet? what do you think? Everyone hates being late for meetings. I tell you, you don't have enough courage to love. Why do I miss you desperately, but you forget me desperately? Why do you want to pull away from love, but I am stuck in your heart? What if I have a bad relationship with my husband? 0 yuan received professional points.

Some people say that falling in love with a city is because someone lives in the center of the city. In my opinion, I am addicted to a story because there is a self hidden in the short story. Sticking to the ideal city is because of a happy time in the fief. Who once said that youth is not old, everyone will last for a long time, but why can't you find the shadow you know when you turn around? Who ever said that if you live well, it will be sunny for me, but why can't you see your return once you leave? Who ever said, if there are beautiful things, the breeze Xu Lai, God has already distributed them, why can't you find peace of mind when you enter this world? Who ever said I wouldn't leave until you left, but why did you stop thinking once it was over? Is it that I cut a wound in your heart, touched your heart for a season, and then ended? Or have you been building a wall in my years to separate the love I have devoted my life to, and no one has lost love since then? Or am I finally enlightened that there has never been a caste called eternity in youth? Tenderness, ten thousand kinds of thoughts, in exchange for scary perfunctory, gorgeous turn, tears have already shed.

Some people, like some songs, remain the same after they leave. The familiar voice rang again and again, as if it had never drifted. Sometimes when you are immersed in thinking of you, you can miss you vaguely and deeply. Time has unconsciously disappeared from everyone's fingertips. All we can grasp is memory, including all the sad and happy past. Feelings always start with a smile and end with tears. Love has been caught off guard, and betrayal has indeed been a long time! Feelings, thousands of times, people are still the original people, but the heart is not the original heart. My heart is still there, and yours is old.

I will experience all my sadness. The saddest thing is that you are no longer at the terminal. I will experience all my losses. The most disappointing thing is that you are still at the starting point! I thought there was an original me and an original you in the original area, but people are still the same, I am still the original me, but you are not the original you. My heart is still there, and yours is old.

Sometimes, when you talk, these people who are most familiar with you are strangers for no reason; Sometimes, all of a sudden, these close people inadvertently dispersed; Sometimes, when you read aloud, these unforgettable people are forgotten in the unforgettable; Sometimes, I listen to sad songs steadily, and my eyes are soaked with tears inadvertently; Laughing in the group, suddenly silent, inexplicable loneliness.

These former people, who kept their word at that time and promised not to leave, are now wandering the ends of the earth and no longer in contact. In the past, any man who said that he missed me every day gradually disappeared from the mini world and broke his attachment.

Life is like a dream, and life is full of interest. Look at the audience. I'll do it on the stage. Imagine what you want to do. It's you in the play and me outside the play. What I hate is the ladies or the audience on the stage, not you and me! A kind of lovesickness, every loved one can't be finished for half a lifetime; Only at the end of the month, looking at the bright moon from afar, imagine your sadness. It is a misunderstanding that the common dust is hazy and the weather is endless.

No matter how deep the feelings are, there will be a forgotten day, so will the most beautiful things, the deepest memories, the best people, the most beautiful dreams, the most beautiful service promises and the most beautiful mourning. As beautiful as a flower, it is not worth passing away; If a person is a stone, he can't resist the clouds and smoke of the past.

The world of mortals, I am intoxicated for you? Who hurts for me? The sea of people is boundless, who should I stay for? Who will wait for me? How long can the scenery with the moon setting and the stars sinking be collected? When the world smiles, who are you intoxicated with? Heartbroken for who? Some of them have never found their true feelings all their lives, and some have lost their way in the search.

If I take the initiative to ask you out, it's because you are very important in my heart. If I won't take the initiative to ask you out, it's because I don't know if I'm the key in your heart. I know you are doing well, but my love troubles you. One day, I am not so stubborn. I still love you deeply, but I keep saying to myself, "I can live my own life." Only in this way can I laugh without tears and laugh without ups and downs when I am cold and lonely. Because my love has learned to love you safely! I don't disturb your peace, I just want you to be happier than me.

I understand that it is not easy for anyone to become someone. If one day I become indifferent, please remember that you are only busy when I need company. If one day I become more and more arrogant, please remember that you didn't put me in your heart before; If one day I don't care about you, please remember that you haven't heard my mind before; If one day I won't smile at you, please remember that you didn't ask me if I was happy before.

The heart that cares about you unfolds season after season, and several times I look at your direction with moonlight; I reread the words I wrote to you over and over again, and several times I turned my missing wings into butterflies and flew in the direction of having you. For a long time, I always thought that the butterfly flew into the sea because it didn't have the courage to cross the sea. Now, I am deeply convinced that it is not that butterflies can't fly, but that the other side of the sea has long lost its wait.

Be a heart, lose your soul and get your sad smile. Make a promise, lose a kiss, and get your gorgeous turn. When the tears slipped away, only the sad smiles in these short stories turned into my tears in my memory. When loneliness brings a touch of sadness, these once affectionate whispers have turned into a sigh of mud protection.

One season flowers bloom, one season withers, waiting for one season, giving you season after season of missing. A season of falling flowers, a lonely season, a season of watching the pioneers, a season of abandoning shadows, you finally missed my efforts, and you finally paled my waiting. Love is born of love, and love has too much pain.

In one season, flowers bloom and fall, and the fragrance disappears, and in the other season, it is sad and painful. There is a cup of forgetfulness water in the wood. If I drink it, I will get drunk, but I won't cry. There is a feeling that you are tired when you cry and fall asleep when you lie in bed. If you leave, please remember: smile at each other when you first meet!

I thought you could see it at a glance without saying a word, and you could understand it without saying a word. I think I miss you deeply and you depend on me deeply. I thought that with the first me, there would be the first you. Now I understand, I am still the same as before, and you are not the same as before. Now, I desperately want you, but you desperately want to forget me. That's pathetic!

You have no contact with life. I pray for you, bless you, think for you, read for you, be lonely for you, write for you, keep a diary, write poems for you, quietly write lonely sentences for you, learn to play the piano and write lyrics, play love songs for you, make you crazy, hurt you and turn you into a butterfly.

Emotion is a strange thing, and my whole body has not been manipulated. Emotion is also a stupid thing, which makes me do many impossible things! It's hard not to understand. You must forget. I can forget if you don't care, but the only thing you won't forget is many years later! The most beautiful thing is your name.

I think, I am a breeze, unconsciously flying over your window, you stay at each other, just looking at it, that is, staring at it; I think I am a mountain spring, winding down and embracing your arms, just for a moment, that is, forever. If I were a petal of a stranger, I would become a tear on your eyelashes after your dress and first meeting. Throughout Qian Shan, between us, the scenery of this world will always miss the exhibition, but your name is always outside my touch. On the road of years, through thick and thin, I never met you for the promise of going one after another.

I clearly understand that I am not your only concern from beginning to end, not your only infatuation! Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters, but my heart is still the same, and your heart is old. I understand that I am no longer your favorite flower, so there is no need to open it to the outside world according to your favorite appearance, because I am no longer your favorite leaf, and it is not easy to grow and develop according to your diversity. And your story, I used to start with light ink, but you accidentally put it away. I understand that after all, we are separated by a heart-to-heart distance. I know more clearly that you are the miss of too many people, the warmth of too many people's hearts, and the light and heat of too many people. In the next time, I will only be the warmest passerby. May these thoughts of the morning bell and the evening drum bloom in my heart and decorate your spring.

If I can, I would like to be the warmest concern and the most beautiful flower in your heart! No matter how the four seasons alternate, I only remember the happiness you gave me. I hope these thoughts bloom in my heart and accompany me to think of you.

Meeting is unprepared, but separation has been planned for a long time! The world is really small, as if you turn around and don't know who you will meet; The world is really big, as if turning around, it is not clear who will fade. It turns out that the world is really big. Once you turn around, you will disappear.

As you think, some things don't need to be too stubborn. I understand that I am too stubborn and you don't care. I care blindly, but it's terrible that you ignore me. I miss you deeply, but you gradually forget me! My smile covers up my loneliness, but your heart is always the other side I can't reach, and the mini world is the cliff you can't touch. If the meeting is a meeting, who missed it and how many colors? If meeting is a kind of fate after all, why care about a hasty departure? If meeting is a kind of beautiful sadness after all, in the earthly years, this kind of sadness will be kept black and blue.

I cried when I wrote a love letter to my girlfriend. There used to be a smile in my life, but in the end it dissipated like a fog. And that smile has become a fast-flowing river deeply buried in my heart, and I can't swim across it. That rushing voice became my desperate singing day and night!

Your laughter scared my years, your pain, my fleeting time, your thoughts, my years, your attachment, and countless days and nights ... Thank you for giving me all the shades, enriching my life, embellishing my life and lighting up those sad times.

Xu Zhimo said that there will be at least one time in my life when I forget myself for someone, asking for no result, no company, no ownership or even love, just meeting you in my most beautiful years. It turns out that my city is just a scenery you pass by. It turns out that some colorful encounters in life are just a person's mountains and rivers. If the landscape can be forgotten, Qingyun will eventually wet its promise. If all the stories will end, all the past will become clouds. Let me be a calm person, walk quietly in the depths of time, don't talk about joys and sorrows, don't talk about loneliness, don't complain about parting, just burn incense and drop ink in the depths of the fleeting time, in a word, in a word, leave this deep feeling with a light dust and a light aftertaste, and let the misty rain and the red dust fall and the flowers fall several times.

I know that every morning is a new day, and no matter how dull it is, it will not be repeated. As time goes by, I will live with my heart, leaving only shadows, watching the moonlight with me and hiding the past in time with some graceful sentences. Who says all encounters in this world are reunions after a long separation? Why do you and I only have past lives, but nothing? You said that we had a brief encounter, and I said that you are not brave enough for love. Why do I miss you desperately, but you forget me desperately? Why do you want to pull away from love, and I am trapped in the abyss of love?

Some people say that falling in love with a city is because people live in it. I think the reason why I am obsessed with the last story is because there is a self hidden inside. Adhere to the ideal city because there is a beautiful place in the city. Who once said that time is not old, we won't leave, but why can we never find your familiar figure when we turn around? Who ever said that if you live well, it will be sunny for me, but why can't you see the way back once you leave? Who once said that when you are wonderful, the butterfly will come, and God has its own arrangements, but why can you never find the indifference in your heart when you enter the world of mortals? Who once said that if you don't leave, I won't give up, but why will I miss it once I leave? Is it because I cut a wound in your heart that the affection you loved for a season has gone away from you? Or did you build a wall in my fleeting time to separate the love of my life and never love again? Or did I finally realize that youth has never had a name called eternity? Stupid miss, in exchange for outrageous perfunctory, gorgeous turn, tears have already fallen.

Some people, like some songs, remain the same after they leave. That familiar voice is always in my ear over and over again, as if it had never gone away. Sometimes when I miss you, I can miss you deeply. Time, always inadvertently, passes from our fingertips. All we can grasp is memory, including all the sad and beautiful past. Love always begins with a smile and ends with tears. Love is always caught off guard, but betrayal is a long-planned love. After thousands of turns, people are still the same, but their hearts are no longer the same. My heart is still the same, and your heart is old.

I have gone through all my sorrows. The saddest thing is that you are not at the end. I have gone through all my despair. The most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point! I thought the original place had the original me and the original you. However, people are still the same person, I am still the original me, but you are not the original you. My heart is still the same, and your heart is old.

Sometimes, when you speak, people who are familiar with you are strangers for no reason; Sometimes, when walking, those who were inseparable dispersed unconsciously; Sometimes, when reading, those who are obsessed with it are forgotten; Sometimes, quietly listening to sad music, listening, tears unconsciously wet your eyes; Laughing in the crowd, suddenly silent, inexplicable loneliness.

Those who once vowed never to give up, have now drifted to the end of the world and lost contact. Once, the person who said that he missed me every day gradually faded out of my world and broke his attachment.

Life is like a play, and a play is like life. You watch it under the stage, I do it on the stage, and imagine what you want to do. It's you in the play and me outside the play. I hate you on the stage or me off the stage, not you and me! A kind of acacia, two closest relatives, can't be finished for half a lifetime; Only in the abyss of time, look at the bright moon and imagine your bitterness. It is a misunderstanding to hold your hand and grow old with your son.

The deepest feeling has a forgotten day, the most beautiful thing has a lost day, the deepest memory has a forgotten day, the best person has a left day, the most beautiful dream has a wake-up day, the most beautiful promise has a betrayal day, and the most beautiful memory has a forgotten day. As beautiful as a flower, it is no match for water; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds.

The world of mortals, I am fascinated by you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? Who are you infatuated with? Who are you heartbroken for? How many people have never found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search.

If I take the initiative to find you, it is because you are very important in my heart. If I don't take the initiative to find you, it's because I don't know if I'm important in your heart. Knowing that you are doing well, my love is inconvenient to disturb. One day, I am not so persistent. I still love you, but I always say to myself, "I can live my own life." Only in this way can I smile at the sun without tears when I am disappointed and lonely. Because my love has learned to love you quietly! I don't disturb your peace, just want you to be happier than me.

I know no one will belong to anyone. If one day I become indifferent, please remember that when I need company, you just say that you are busy. If one day I become arrogant, please remember that you once didn't trust me; If one day I don't care about you, please remember that you have never heard my thoughts; If one day I don't smile at you, please remember that you never asked me if I was happy.

I miss your heart season after season, and how many times I look at your direction with moonlight; I reviewed the words I wrote for you over and over again, and how many times I broke into a butterfly and flew in your direction with missing wings. For a long time, I always thought that butterflies couldn't fly over the sea because they didn't have the courage to fly over the sea. Now I deeply understand that it is not butterflies that can't fly, but the other side of the sea, and there is no waiting.

Be a heart, lose your soul and get your sad smile. I made a promise, lost my kiss, and got your gorgeous turn. When the tears slipped quietly, in my memory, only those sad smiles of romantic stories turned into my tears. When loneliness is dyed into a sad color, those whispers of flowers turn into sighs of falling flowers and protecting mud.

Flowers bloom in one season, and the city is beautiful in another. I miss you season after season. A season of falling flowers, a season of loneliness, a season of watching, giving up on shadows, you finally failed my efforts, and you finally paled my waiting. Love is born of love, and love has too much pain after all.

Flowers bloom in one season, strangers are fragrant, and sorrow and resentment in the other season hurt the pillow. Is there a cup of forgetful water that will make me drunk, so I won't cry? Is there a feeling that you are tired when you cry and fall asleep? If you leave, please remember: love at first sight!

I thought, without saying anything, you will understand, without saying anything, I am deeply attached to you, and you are deeply attached to me. I thought there was the original me and you in the original place. Now I understand that things have changed. I am still the same person, but you are not the same person. Now, I miss you desperately, but you forget me desperately. Really sad!

In the days when you are not in contact, I pray for you, bless you, miss you, feel sorry for you, be lonely for you, keep a diary for you, write poems for you, write lonely sentences for you, learn to play the piano, write lyrics for you, play the most beautiful sentences of love songs for you, be crazy for you, get hurt for you, put out fires for you, and break the cocoon for you.

Love is really a strange thing, which makes me out of control. Love is also a stupid thing, which makes me do many impossible things! You said, you don't understand, you don't feel, you want to forget, it doesn't matter, I can forget everything except your appearance! The most beautiful thing is your name!

I think, I am a breeze, inadvertently drifting over your window, you stop to look at each other, just take a look, that is, stare; I think, I am the spring water in the mountains, winding down and embracing your arms, just for a moment, but forever. If I were a stranger's flower, I would go through your bloom and turn into a tear on your eyelashes after the first meeting. Throughout Qian Shan, there is always a turning distance between you and me. The scenery in this world will always turn around when I miss it, but your name will always be outside my touch. On the way to the fleeting time, I have gone through hardships, but I always miss the opportunity to date you again and again.

I clearly know that I am not your only concern, not your only obsession! Through Qianshan Mountain and Qian Shan, my heart is still the same, and your heart is old. I know, I am no longer your favorite flower, so I don't need to bloom like you like, I am no longer your favorite leaf, and I won't grow in your blood vessels. With your story, I used to start with thick ink, but you took it lightly. I know there will always be a heart between you and me. I know more clearly that you are missed by too many people, and you are also the warmth, light and heat of too many people. In the years to come, I will only be the warmest passerby. May those thoughts of morning bell and dusk drum bloom in my heart and decorate your spring.

If possible, I would like to be the warmest memory and the most beautiful flower in your heart! No matter how the seasons turn, I only remember the beauty you gave me. I hope those thoughts that I miss so much will bloom in my heart and accompany me to miss you every morning and evening.

Meeting each other is unexpected, but parting is planned for a long time! The world is really small, as if you don't know who you will meet when you turn around; The world is really big, as if turning around and not knowing who will disappear. It turns out the world is really big. Once you turn around, you disappear.

As you said, some things should not be too persistent. I know I am too persistent, and you don't care. I care blindly, but you ignore me so ridiculously. I miss you deeply, but you gradually forget me! I used a smile to cover up the loneliness under the bridge. Your heart will always be the other side that I can't touch, and my world is also the end of the world that you can't touch. If meeting is reunion, who has failed many beautiful flowers? If meeting is destined to be fate, why care about leaving in a hurry? If meeting is destined to be a beautiful sadness, it is destined to make this sadness unrecognizable in the world of mortals.

Conclusion: Maybe, I turned around to forget, but when I turned around, I found a kind of heartbreak called missing. If you don't shout pain, you may not feel it. But the pain was so deep that all the echoes were drowned. Not contacting doesn't mean forgetting. There is a kind of deep love, called no contact.

I wrote a love letter to my girlfriend and was moved to tears. You are a cloud in the blue sky, as light as floating catkins, dotted in the blue sky of Wan Li and floating in my heart. ...

I remember one day in March, when the willow branches just spit green, I passed by your house and glanced at it inadvertently, but it made me intoxicated. ...

That's a nice courtyard! Eyes full of pink and light green, faint fragrance of books and ink, butterflies flying in the flowers ... You are lazily leaning in front of the stone, and Jiao Jiao is as delicate as jade, like a lily in the wind. ...

The stone bench is round, the stone is round, you hold your forehead with your elbow, your eyebrows are shallow, your eyes are misty, and you look like a fairy in the clouds!

Beauty is speechless and lonely, which is the most shocking and moving time! At that moment, you broke into my heart ... the tenderness in my heart smiled with your every move, but bounced up gently and danced. ...

Yesterday, your home was more lively, and a large group of relatives and friends got together! See you holding a glass in the crowd, talking and laughing, full of joy ... You are the Chang 'e in the moon held by the stars, so beautiful that I dare not look at it, let alone go near it ... I secretly threw a bunch of flowers over the wall and shouted over and over again: My heart is like a cloud, and the wind has passed without a trace! ..... In fact, can it be seamless? Keep it in mind, and the heart will sing with the wind. ...

I can only hide my tenderness, turn my back and let the tears slip quietly. ...

Men carry swords everywhere! Dry your tears, I want to travel around the world. ...

Approaching the south of the Yangtze River, I saw the fragrance of green tea gardens, the phoenix tree was still green, and Feng Ming purple smoke flew. ...

Approaching the misty snow house in Saibei, I saw Brother Xue and? ……

Let's take a look at the vast Gobi in your heart, but now I only see a few lonely Populus euphratica trees in the desert ... not all of them are as comfortable and gentle as you said. ...

Stop-and-go, unexpectedly also met the old man alone in the boat. ...

I gave you a casual look and smiled happily; For your shallow smile, I was silent all night ... in this way, I followed you with my eyes, chasing your fluttering figure. ...

I saw you driving a crane to the north the other day, and you talked about traveling. In fact, I know that you will meet the girl of your dreams-the baby whose wind has passed without a trace. ...