A love letter, a beautiful love.

When the boy and the girl just fell in love, the boy folded a thousand paper cranes for the girl and hung them in the girl's room. The boy said to the girl, these 1000 paper cranes represent my 1000 hearts. At that time, boys and girls felt the sweetness and happiness of love every minute.

Then the girls gradually alienated the boys. The girl got married, went to France, went to Paris and appeared in her dreams many times. When the girl broke up with the boy, the girl told the boy that we all had to face the reality. Marriage is a woman's second reincarnation. I must seize every opportunity. You are too poor. I can't imagine the day when we were together. After the girl went to France, the boy sold newspapers, worked as a temporary worker and did small business. He tries to do every job well. Many years have passed, and with the help of his friends and his own efforts, he finally has his own company. He is rich, but he is still infatuated with girls.

One rainy day, the boy saw an old man walking slowly in front of him from his black Audi car. The boy recognized the girl's parents, so he decided to follow them. He wants them to know that he not only owns a car, but also owns a villa and a company, and that he is not poor. He is a young boss. The boy followed them all the way through the local train. It has been raining. Although the old couple held an umbrella, they were still wet by the oblique rain. At the destination, the boy froze. This is a cemetery. He saw the girl, and the girl in the tombstone porcelain statue was smiling sweetly at him. And next to the small grave, a string of paper cranes hung on thin wire, so vivid in the drizzle.

The girl's parents told the boy that the girl didn't go to Paris, the girl got cancer and the girl went to heaven. The girl wanted the boy to get ahead and have a warm home, so the girl made such a move. She said that she knew the boy and thought he would succeed. The girl said that if one day the boy goes to the cemetery to see her, please bring some paper cranes anyway. The boy knelt in front of the girl's grave, tears streaming down his face. It didn't stop raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the boy was soaked to the skin. The boy remembered the innocent smiling face of the girl many years ago, and his heart began to bleed.

When the old couple walked out of the cemetery, they saw the boy standing not far away. Audi's car door has been opened for the old man. There is a sad song in the car stereo. My heart, with no regrets, flies in the wind for you, for paper cranes and for thousands of feelings.

A kind of lovesickness and a kind of nostalgia.

It's getting dark and the night is becoming more and more obvious. The birch leaves outside the window are swaying in the wind, so I can't tell the direction of the leaves. Whether it's east or west, whether it's me or him. How I want to pray for unscrupulous wind, wind, can you stop for a while, let me see the direction of the leaf, see if it is as I imagined, and see if it has its own ideas.

In the early morning of summer, birds spread their wings in front of branches and talked to each other with unabashed eyes. Their voices wake up sleepy people like alarm clocks, and they have to walk a long way. In the summer afternoon, frogs with new limbs sang intoxicating songs endlessly by the pond, never feeling too tired and not knowing whether what they did was right or wrong; On a summer night, a cool breeze blew on my hair, and my restless heart calmed down. I think of you in the distance, and it seems difficult to sleep. Your figure floats in my mind. I really want to ask you face to face: honey, are you okay?

I will always dream of your face, always hear broken words and always think of your figure.

It is your cold and amiable face that is deeply hidden in my heart and has become eternity in my life. It is said that time can change everything and forget everything, but your face is lingering in my mind. Maybe thinking about the day and dreaming at night. No matter in the cold wind, in the continuous spring rain, or at night when the moon hangs on the treetops, you will always go through that window and brush the window lattice in the dark, bright, quiet or noisy night sky, and throw yourself into my dream, where you will always see your innocent smiling face. Those charming eyes and clear fundus seem to be wasting water, and there is no trace of anxiety. Bright eyes shine on my heart like stars in the sky; Clear eyes are like a pair of round mirrors, reflecting my figure. How I want to follow those stars and light up my life; How I want to, my figure has caught your eye, and I have been walking with your eyes. Look at your eyebrows again, as if they had been cut with a comb, so neat. I will never forget your glittering skin and red eyes. What's more special is the little black hemorrhoid next to your eyes. How beautiful it is against those eyes. Otherwise, you will always be an oblique bangs. Liu Hai brushed her brow lightly, and when she smiled, she was shaking gently. How happy I was when I saw your face.

It is too many words that make me think too much and lose my way forward. I always feel that I have been at a crossroads with dim lights, and it is difficult to choose my own path. How I want to hear your voice, what you say in my ear, and how I want to see your lips open and close. Dear you, can you give me a perfect answer? Whether you can keep me from wandering at the crossroads, whether you can accompany me through this difficult life path, as long as it is the direction you guide, your company, even if it is wrong, even if it is an impassable alley, I will choose without regrets. Because of you, as long as I can be with you, even if there are more thorns on the road, I am not afraid of any bitterness and pain.

There are too many figures by the lake, in the park, in the downtown and beside the highway, which always makes me think about your appearance involuntarily. How are you doing? How I wish I could walk to Wan Li where you are. Someone always says: If you like someone, you will definitely like where that person is. I quite agree with this sentence, which is deeply imprinted in my mind. How I want to see that beautiful place, how I want to come to your side, how I want to tell you my endless love and eternal concern for you. I really want to be with you, always accompany you without regrets, hold your small and exquisite hand, let the fragrance in your sleeve intoxicate my life, go to see flowers, the sea and the colorful market with you. Let's peek at dancing butterflies and bees; Let's pursue the happiness of diving water eagle crossing the sea; Let's experience the noise in the market. Dear, let me accompany you and travel to every corner of the city where you live.

A kind of lovesickness and a kind of nostalgia. A thousand words, it is difficult to tell my feelings for you.

I really want to tell you that you are the eternal expectation in my life, you are the lingering happiness in my memory, and you are the eternal acacia in my heart. Forever and ever, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. I want to tell you that my heart for you will remain unchanged even though the ages are old and the seas are dry and the rocks are rotten.

A lovesickness, a concern.

In every dead of night, I am used to listening to my favorite songs and thinking quietly.

Missing is a beautiful loneliness, and loneliness will be especially beautiful as long as it is missed.

A little frown from you or a smile from the corner of your mouth were put into my file, into the folder of memories, and the password to love you for life was added.

"Do you know what it feels like to miss someone?" "It's like drinking a large glass of ice water, and then it takes a long time to turn into tears."

The fleeting moment only took away that moment, but it will never take away my memory of you.

Care also has a name, called self-stabbing.

I can't resist the yearning that comes from all over the mountains in the middle of the night.

When I miss you, I force myself to drink a whole bottle of wine, put myself down and stop thinking about you, but after I wake up, I think your dream continues.

I have been waiting for someone, waiting for someone to turn around, waiting for a smile, and finally waiting for me to lose my smile. I am tired of crying, I am silent, I want to abandon it, I am cold, but I still miss you after that moment.

Delete the words line by line and send you the last sentence "hmm" It doesn't matter. Not all emotions should be told to you, such as my unhappiness, such as I miss you so much.

I miss you romantic and sweet, and my thoughts are hazy into a little hope; Miss you is a warm melody, friendship rings in my heart, picturesque love, in my dream, I will try my best to give you happiness!

People often suppress their nostalgia and think it is a victory.

I really want to see you. I can stand far away.

I really miss you, whether you have a date or we don't contact. My heart really hurts to think of you, and I really want to cry to think of you. I just saw a lot of your photos when I was sorting out the album, and I deleted some of them. When I deleted them, I was as upset as if I had been gouged out. It hurts the same, alas.

When will this water stop and this love end? I just hope your heart is the same as mine. Don't miss it.

A little love letter to everyone.

A little love letter to everyone.

I think, if I can guide the sun to shine on the earth through the branches and leaves, then I will let it write a movement in your heart.

I think, if I can mobilize cherry blossoms to fall from the sky, then I will make them dance in front of you.

summer

I think, if you like, I will weave your hair band with the thickest green leaves and decorate your skirt with the brightest petals.

I think, if you like, I will wash the road in front of you with heavy rain and lightning to make it smooth.

autumn

I think, if possible, I want you to kiss my fruit with pink lips and step on every fallen leaf with soft little feet.

I think, if I can, I want your petite figure to melt into my glittering gold and sing me a harvest song with your beautiful voice.

winter

I think, if I can, I will always keep this silvery world in your eyes, and I will work with you to turn every hair into the most beautiful color in the four seasons.

I think, if, you, me, all can, we want to be together forever.