My first love essay

My First Love Essay

The gloomy and slightly cold sky outside just confirms my gray inner world at this moment. I have always felt that sadness is spreading in the sky in November~

To tell a bitter pain, you need to start with a beautiful memory. He and I met in Lijiang, Yunnan. At that time, I was still a little girl who had just entered society and was not deeply involved in the world. Having just graduated from college, I was unwilling to obey my parents' wishes and inherit the family business in my mother's fashion design company. After I couldn't stand my parents' preaching, I flew to the colorful Yunnan I had longed for for a long time, alone and in a box.

When I first arrived in Yunnan, I was completely attracted by the beautiful, gentle and nourishing environment, and I had long forgotten all about the unhappiness between me and my parents. For several days in a row, I went to the ancient city of Dali to appreciate Dali’s history, culture, religious culture, and national culture. I went to Cangshan and Erhai Lake and felt the meandering scenery of “Xiaguan wind, Shangguan flowers, Cangshan snow, and Erhai moon.” After that, I We also went to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, the southernmost snow mountain in China and the southernmost snow mountain in the northern hemisphere, and felt its dangerous, strange, beautiful and graceful charm. Finally, I came to the sad place that I have admired for a long time but left a mark on me for a lifetime - Lijiang.

The reason why I have an unusual yearning for Lijiang is because my college roommate told me about her affair experience in Lijiang. For me, who was born in a family with strict and slightly conservative tutoring since childhood, It is my dream to have a long-awaited affair, meet an ideal boy, and fall in love like an idol drama. So before going to Lijiang, I was full of expectations.

Early in the morning, I couldn’t wait to pack myself up, put on a light make-up, and set off. Wherever you look, there are ancient city buildings that combine the appearance of a water town and a mountain city. The five-flowered stone pavement, stone arch bridges, and wooden plank bridges all show the creativity of nature and simplicity hidden in clumsiness. As a senior foodie, I will naturally not let go of Lijiang's special delicacies. Chicken bean jelly, Lijiang cakes, green corn cakes, erbium cubes, and butter tea. The dazzling array of delicacies made me salivate and I couldn't hold back.

Night fell slowly and unconsciously, and the streets gradually became lively. What was completely different from the daytime was that more and more fashionable and glamorous people appeared on the streets at this time. Young people gradually made me feel the charm of the "city of romantic encounters". Being a road-crazy person, I slowly followed the direction of the flow of people. Relying on my sixth sense, I knew that the place where the flow of people was going must be the ancient town bar in Lijiang, because that was a paradise for young people.

The night in Lijiang is ambiguous but definitely not indulgent. There are single beauties and single handsome men. Maybe two strange handsome men and beautiful women sitting together can create sparks of passion in the music, but this is just It was just a spark, definitely not the "Mosuo walking marriage" the tour guide said. You can see wandering singers everywhere carrying guitars and singing wherever they go. While I was still immersed in the artistic atmosphere while walking around, a tall and thick figure blocked my view of looking around, "Hello, beauty, alone?" A deep voice pulled my gaze back, What appeared in front of me was a polite boy wearing black-rimmed glasses. When he saw me, he just glanced at him. The boy smiled awkwardly and said something that made me want to laugh, "Actually, I am also the first." time." As soon as we finished speaking, we smiled in unison with each other, "You came here to travel...?" I asked casually, "Well, I just graduated and came here for a quick trip." "I didn't expect it. , Our ideas are so similar, Lijiang is really a magical place." Along the way, we stopped and talked about everything from our age to our majors to our next life plans. I know a lot of information. The boy is from Shanghai and is about the same age as me. He studied art design in college and his future life ideal is to open his own private design club. In the next few days, we met and walked around the streets and alleys of Lijiang, and went in and out of all the bars. Our relationship gradually evolved from strangers to friends. Finally, on the night before we were about to leave, I received his message. A WeChat message, "I always nod when we meet. It's always hard to say something. The moment our eyes meet, I feel your tenderness. I like you." I put down the phone silently and recalled every moment of our time together. With so many memories, I finally plucked up the courage after I don’t know how long, “If I promise you, can you promise to stay with me until I grow old?” “Okay, okay, I promise you.” This night, the dreams were all sweet.

When I first fell in love, I always felt that the time was short. Soon after, we each returned to our normal lives. He went to work as an art designer in a listed company, and I was forced to help in the design department of my mother's company. The days go by like this, and every day, like other couples in love, we care about what the other person eats, what they do, when they go to bed and other trivial matters of life. Not long after the National Day holiday, we will Let’s meet on the Bund in Shanghai for our first romantic date.

The National Day holiday arrived in anticipation. I packed my luggage hastily and arrived in Shanghai. When we met, we hugged each other heartily, kissed wildly, and expressed the pain of missing each other with all our strength. Then he held my hand and said, "Let's go, let me meet my best friends." Then he drove me to a KTV called "Haoledi" and met his close friends, men and women. More than a dozen people in a row expressed great enthusiasm and welcome to my arrival, which made my somewhat cautious heart instantly relax. I also forgot my own secrets and indulged myself to my heart's content. As a non-drinker, I couldn't stand their repeated attempts to persuade me to drink. In the blink of an eye, I drank too much. My vision gradually became blurry, my head hurt more and more, and the uneasiness in my heart became stronger. Finally, I heard a burst of noisy shouting. I slowly lost consciousness...

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital bed. Standing beside the bed were my parents, but he was nowhere to be seen. My parents were concerned and slightly concerned. I have turned a deaf ear to the words of blame, and tears slipped silently from the corners of my eyes. At this moment, I have fully realized the meaning of "no sorrow is greater than death". From the moment I lost consciousness, I knew that my "first love" "Has left me, my "first love" has come and gone like this.

Yes, I have suffered from hereditary epilepsy since I was a child. The doctor told me that I should not drink, get angry, or be stimulated, but under the great magic of love, I decided to take the risk anyway, and the punishment that followed was that my first love ended without a problem. To this day, I have never contacted him again because I want to leave myself the last bit of dignity.

Looking out the window at the gloomy and slightly cold sky, my mood dropped to freezing point again.