A love letter to the first lover.

Love is a kind of fate, and being able to love each other is a kind of happiness. Love is a feeling, and you will feel happy after many days. Love is an experience, and it will be sweet for both rich and poor. Tanabata is coming, do you still remember your first lover? Dear money:

Are you-are you okay? Please allow me to call you dear again. This may be my last letter to you. Think a lot, hurt for a long time. Until now, I wrote this letter with love and hate, and my pen is close, and my actions are tears.

I still remember that on April 5, 20xx, we came together with youth and ignorance, clearly remembering the excitement and shyness of seeing you for the first time, the joy of giving you a gift for the first time, the happiness of dating and hugging for the first time. In that seed age of love, we walked together, chose each other, and foolishly thought that we would grow old. I will never forget the days I spent with you.

After a hurry, we went to our respective universities and had a long university life, looking around at the people around us. Many of them have walked together, and I can see the figures in every corner snuggling up to each other. No one noticed such a person, ordinary, busy with two people's affairs. Yes, we started a long-distance relationship. We rely on computers and mobile phones far more than the people around us. We will suddenly laugh and cry, and we live a two-person life.

People around you are very happy. They may be in the same class. They can study together, have classes together and take notes together. It doesn't matter to be apart for a second, because there is another one waiting for them. They may be in the same school. They can go to the library, the canteen, the stars and the moon together, and they will not see each other for a day, at least not tomorrow. They may only meet in the same place, or they may go shopping, watch movies and take the bus together. Although I miss not meeting for a week, at least it's easy to meet. But we can't hold hands for a long time, we can only send short messages in class and tell each other: I miss you. I can only wait until the evening to chat with each other for a long time, some reluctant love words and some weird ideas, and I can only stay on the phone to say goodbye next time, but next time, where is it? Tired, want to pinch your face, bored, want to hold your hand, you will worry that I don't like your new hairpin, and you will worry that your newly cut bangs are ugly. We call each other for food, and sometimes you cry when we talk. I know, that's because you miss me.

For love, we learned to understand and tolerate. We agree that anger can't override one night, and we will make up for the next day. We try not to beat and scold or be embarrassed. We always exchange a little more effort for a little more happiness. Sometimes, there will be misunderstanding, sometimes, there will be temptation, sometimes, it will be shaken, but isn't it all over? Every time we meet, we hate how time flies. You always start to feel sad the night before we leave, but I cry silently after getting on the bus. How extravagant it is to meet each other. We cherish every minute together. We hold hands, fall in love, make promises through fingers, sew fingers and fall in love.

You like to scratch my palm with your index finger when holding hands. You always secretly look at me when I'm not looking at you. When I look at you, you naughty block my eyes with your palm. Enduring pressure and yearning, we love each other deeply. I can't forget your seeing me off at the station. My weak body always makes me feel distressed. Every time I get on the bus, I will receive your reluctant message at the first time. We told each other to live well and think hard.

I have to admit that long-distance love is very painful, but I am still deeply involved. I never cared about this. I try to make myself better, thinking that I can be with you in the future, and I am destined to have one!

However, what I didn't want to see and accept came. /kloc-in September of 0/4, you broke up with me and said that I was so tired that I couldn't go on. Hearing the news was like a bolt from the blue, which made me feel at a loss. I think that even though we are in a different place, we are still happy, because we have a person who can stick with us, a heart that can stick with us, and a love that is strong enough to challenge the distance. This kind of love is beyond lovers in different places. This is a spiritual exchange across time and space, and it is an unconditional trust.

In the first few days after breaking up, there were always intermittent voices in my ears, telling me my reluctance and unwillingness. I don't understand your determination. Your ruthlessness breaks my heart. I began to close myself, and I could only record my sadness in words every day. I don't know why you are indifferent to my retention. I don't know how you can let go of our relationship for so many years. Open a diary that records your mood and write down a lot about you. I know you hate being left out, and you are afraid of endless waiting. Seeing the feelings I wrote down, I put myself behind the humble, just for you to take another look, even if it was a short message I sent in the past. However, refreshing visitors again and again, my eyes are on your head again and again, and the gloomy colors make me sad.

I am timid, I can only live, although I am desperate. Desperate is that you failed my people and my heart. I hate my infatuation and emotional fragility. 10 day equals 3 years. Sad, ridiculous, sad.

But what can you do if you complain? I have loved it to the bone, reading the diary and recording your kindness and everything in our past. The persistence of those pages made it impossible for me to start over. I pray that you will see me again. I am wishful thinking that you will meet me, even if I wait until dusk alone.

1 01October1,I arrived at the city where we started, the place where we first dated. I knew you would come. There you are at last.

Looking at you, you are still the kind of beauty I like. Looking at you, I tried not to cry, but I still shed tears, because you are still firm. I use all my words to stay. I hugged you and said I couldn't live without you, but you told me to let go with tears in your eyes. At that moment, did you feel my trembling? This is a heartbreaking despair that is more common than death. This is the disintegration and dissipation of the soul. I can't keep you because your heart is incomplete. At that moment, I hated you, him, myself and the world.

That day, we talked a lot and finally put it down. We laughed, but every time I laughed, my heart broke. We had a meal together. How can I swallow it if you let me eat it? Looking at you, I laugh at myself. Do you know how sad I was? You don't know. You're gone.

Remember that song I sang for you the other day? I couldn't sing at noon that day. I hugged you and cried. Now let me finish it:

The twinkling stars left traces of time.

The center of my world is still you.

Year after year is fleeting.

The only constant is constant change.

I am not who I used to be, and you are a little different from you.

But in my eyes, your smile is still beautiful.

Days can only go in one direction, clockwise.

I don't know how long it will take, so I want you to understand.

I still love you, this is the only way out.

I still cherish happiness.

Every breath, every movement, every mood.

I will still love you in the end.

I still love you, maybe this is fate.

After many years, accidents cannot be replaced by accidents.

Those times were the best of my life.

Those memories are still unforgettable.

Every breath, every movement, every mood.

I will love you forever.

At the end of the day, you drove me back. You only know that I want to spend more time with you, but you don't know that I want to smell your hair again and feel the feeling of holding you again, because I'm afraid I'll forget the taste and feeling. I appreciate your driving slowly, but I still think it's too fast. God let us go for such a long three years, but fate let us end in 10 minutes. Finally, you left, leaving me in the busy street. Did you see that number? The shadow in the sunset looks very lonely, leaving silently, with tears streaming down her face and being alone.

I watched you leave, but I couldn't fix it. My life is so crazy in the endless night that I can't find my way. So I chose to escape, escape from pain, and escape from myself. The disturbance of the world of mortals gradually overwhelmed me, and the hard work made me numb. Then I thought I had forgotten, forgotten happiness, forgotten pain, forgotten separation. But when I found that my affectionate eyes could no longer look straight into your eyes, I was at a loss. Tears again and again proved my cowardice. I keep trying to get rid of the past, but I find that my life and my soul can only rely on those past events to continue.

The next day, I went home. I went home when my numb feet had to stop. My parents prepared a rich dinner for me, but I was habitually in a daze while eating. My mother calls me son, son? I looked up and my voice hesitated: Are you calling me? I woke up suddenly and felt guilty, but my frozen heart still felt a little warm. I said, mom, I'm fine, just tired. At that moment, I saw the distress and deep worry in my mother's eyes My parents didn't mention you to me, but I know they know everything.

My ideal, my goal and my desire have all died once, and the living will still live. At home, I tortured myself almost cruelly, not letting myself fall asleep, because as soon as I lay in bed, I missed you crazily. I was afraid that the madness before going to bed would make me dream of you, but I still dreamed of you.

In my dream, you are like that gentle and graceful figure, standing in a boat, lightly loaded with spruce, charming and moving. We meet to grow old together, hold your hand and grow old with your son. I woke up, but my pillow was wet.

Wu, the moon is clear, and the green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting? (Love letter sharing and finishing Mei)

You are in tears, my concubine is in tears, Lao Luo feels the same way, but the tide has subsided.

Insomnia night, are you insomnia because of lovesickness like me? No, you left, the lamp of life went out, and the world was far away in front of me. What I'm afraid of is the night.

Do you know that?/You know what? None of us will fall in love twice. Cupid will not shoot the same arrow at the same person twice. No matter who we like or appreciate, even if we have an extraordinary affection, it is not love. Everyone has only one love, and that is the first love. If you miss it, you miss it. At that time when the flowers were in full bloom, we first discovered the emotion of love. Therefore, the first love is so unforgettable and eternal.

A person's kindness to you is not love, touching is not love, and kindness is not love. Love is a feeling in the bones. First love is like fireworks of the human heart, which can only be shot into the air once. The moment it lights up, it is like a meteor across the sky. You will never feel the beauty of watching fireworks for the first time. Even if you see fireworks again, you will never feel them. It is a spiritual sublimation from ignorance to sentiment. It was as beautiful as love from the beginning. We'll never do it again. If you miss it, you miss it.

How many times have I plucked up the courage to accept all this, but how much courage do you need to forget and how much courage do you need to miss? In a relationship, two people walked far away and passed by in a hurry, and the last two directions went further and further, leaving a story, which is just a story.

I'm telling you, I'm going to walk through the place where we walked, pick up the memories little by little, and throw them into my heart, even if it hurts, I'll do it. It may be hypocritical to say that no matter how much you do, the result will be the same and you can go now. What's the use of so-called love, so-called affection and so-called fate?

Many people advised me that if I lost it, I would be reluctant to stay. Maybe, but who can pretend that everything never happened? Dry tears are heartbreaking scars, and this feeling is attached to me like vines. Once love was the soil where it took root and sprouted, and it has taken root and sprouted in my heart. Although the back of Once is a stranger, it falls in love and is portrayed.

Who is right and who is wrong? No one is right or wrong. Your heart can't go back to the point I know, and I can't get out of this hurdle. In the past years, you have filled the drawing board of my life. Now I need time to erase your trace little by little. Only after experiencing such pain can we know true love, and only after losing it can we know how to cherish it. As a result, I am not writing alone, and neither are we sketching. There are too many environmental factors, but the attraction between us is less than the external pull, that's all.

How many days have you been apart? Forgot. You have no idea how much I want to go back and how much I hope you can trust me, but I can't go back, I can't go back! Every day, I am alone in a daze, listening to songs alone, as if all the love songs in the world were sung by myself, and some people comforted me and forgot when I walked. And how much I wanted to, I walked and came back. This result is also expected, and this ending is also expected. Unexpectedly, years have changed people's hearts, and the world of mortals is fiddling with their feelings. It is ridiculous that they were so immature and naive at the beginning.

Dear, you used to make me willing to do anything to warm you, but now you make me shudder at everything. You found a warmer place. I had hoped that you could find happiness in my world. Now you quit, leaving me alone to remember in my dream. But you know what? I am stubborn, and I lost unfairly. I had an unbridled love once, waiting for you to end this helpless performance without an ending. When love faces rebellion, when love pulls dignity, I understand that love is the eternal gesture in life, and others are just playing a tragic role.

After the separation, everything changed. The songs we once heard together have no happy factors, only sad melodies. I know that the wound will be healed by time, but the scars can't be erased. When we talk about it many years later, we can only talk about the past. I believe you love me. I believe you miss me, but it doesn't matter. For so many days, I tried to erase my memory, but I didn't know that I loved you and the whole past.

Actually, I don't want to write these things either. Some thoughts can't be written, and some feelings can't be understood by others. Leave me alone and think about my own affairs seriously. It takes a long time to calm down after the calm lake surface ripples. There is no incurable injury. So, when I face it again, if I turn around, it's not that I don't love it, but that something is hurt and it's healed. I don't know how many years my memory will last, but I hope you will have a little in the future when I lose my memory.

Dear, I have a lot to say to you, but my heart is very fragile. You will never let me say it without regrets. You are on your horizon, watching the heavy snow, and I am on my cape, watching the drizzle. You don't have to be alone anymore, it's just me. I will walk alone, blowing my hair, thinking of another person, holding my right hand with my left hand, being strong and sticking to my faith. I will wander alone in a strange place with our original dream. I will stare at the sky alone and recall my original figure in a strange environment.

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday has also passed. Today, I set foot on the train back to school, looking at the moving scenery behind me and the city that belongs to you. I know this is a kind of fate. Tonight, I arrived in Guilin. Look at the time. It's getting late. The silver moonlight of Mid-Autumn Festival has faded, and people are running around everywhere, trying to escape from the night. We have to find another place and wait for the first bus back to school at dawn.

The internet cafe in the middle of the night is calm. Close your eyes gently and recall what you are familiar with, but now there is a gap of 10%. Sometimes I think, I owe you in my last life, but I won't pay you back in this life. Tonight, I condensed the heat wave flowing in time into ice. Tonight, I write down the youth that has passed by in a hurry, and then stare quietly and feel the fleeting time.

When everything is quietly carried by time, if one day we meet in a sea of people, maybe I am still so affectionate to you and my passion for you is long gone, but this may be a bridge that we must cross in life, but I am a little disappointed, sad and at a loss.

I hate time, because every second passes, the distance from you widens by another second. Until the Spring and Autumn Period, my thoughts have turned into dust, leaving only shallow memories. Looking out of the window, the deep night can't hide the lights of the city, full of melancholy, I don't know who to tell, I can only give my feelings to the pen, turn them into fingers, knock out my deep sadness and wait for dawn.

Yes, I chose to wait, not to impress you, but to keep myself from leaving. I can pretend not to care, or I can pretend to be free and easy, but there is always a corner in my heart. When I am tired, I can walk into this corner and touch the once beautiful things. This is my slim hope. Why should I give up? With or without it, I can say to the whole world: once, I didn't repent!

Dear, when you see others in pairs, don't forget that we loved each other in the peach blossom of life.

Remember, before you stepped into that sacred temple, there was a person whose ring finger was always blank for you, waiting for it and returning it at the same time!

Unforgettable first lover

Cheng: Sorry! I know, these are the last three words you want to hear, but I can't hide it. For you, I have countless apologies and guilt in my heart! To be honest, my first love, three years of college romance, the ups and downs inside, only we know best. At that time, you were really good to me, but at that time, I was really ignorant and didn't know how to cherish it, so my feelings for three years were destroyed in my hands.

Really, we have been apart for more than a year. Today, one year later, you found me again and confessed to me again. I'm really confused! I don't understand what prompted you to forgive me for being so bad to you before, and I don't understand how you can be so persistent after all that has happened. I was selfish and kept something from you. It is in this year and a half that I learned how to love a person and how to cherish a feeling, and the person I love and cherish is alive.

I know you are really serious this time, and even called your parents together to mobilize me to come to your place. I know it's cruel to say this to you now, but it will hurt even more if I don't say it later! To be honest, you have a very happy family and kind parents. Please say to your parents sincerely for me: I'm sorry! I must let them down. I know they like me very much and will treat me well. When two old people told me that they would treat me as their own daughter, I was really touched! You sent me a message saying that besides my mother, you are the one who loves me the most in the world, and I am also very touched! However, should I promise you and your parents because I am moved?

My heart is really chaotic, so sad! I feel like a cold-blooded animal, snake, scorpion! Now whatever I do will hurt others, which is really not what I want! Sometimes, I even imagine myself dying of a terminal illness, which may be better! Cheng, can you understand me? I don't expect your forgiveness. To be honest, I don't know what I have given up now, and I don't know if I will regret it in the future. I just sincerely hope that you can find your happiness and find what I can't give you!

Farewell to my university, my first love, my first love and my dream.

He woke up his wife with a love letter from his first lover.

She had her first love before holding hands with her current husband. It was on the night train that she had a wonderful encounter with that man. They are all very young. He went back to the army, she went to school, the wheels hit the tracks, and the passengers fell asleep. Only he and she talked in a low voice through a small room, smiling from time to time, so happy.

Everyone felt that it was a long time to meet each other, so they exchanged addresses when they broke up and had three years of correspondence. His army has been in the frozen mountainous area all the year round, and when the stationery on the plateau reaches her hand, it is often months later. However, hiding in the Woods behind the school and reading those gorgeous words filled her with endless sweetness.

But suddenly he didn't reply, and then all her letters were returned with a note saying that there was no such person.

She doesn't know why this happened. She's going crazy. However, she had to wait all the way. When he graduated, there was still no news of him. She is determined to find her husband thousands of miles away with the address on the envelope. Unexpectedly, she had an accident in the last few days of her internship, and her brain was injured, leaving a slight sequelae.

The school negotiated with the factory where she practiced, and she was left to work as a night school teacher in that enviable state-owned factory.

Every night, she gives lessons to the workers. Her forehead is white and her smile is charming. She stood on the platform like a blooming magnolia. A simple young man fell in love with her. He is uneducated, plain-looking, and his family is not rich, but he knows the cold and the hot, and he bravely pursues her. Considering that it was impossible to be with her first love, she agreed to the proposal.

Time flies, the children grow up and the family is still safe. However, whenever the dead of night, through the cold moonlight outside the window, looking at the sleeping pillow person, often there will be sadness and unwillingness to come to mind. There is also guilt, because she feels that no matter how hard she tries, she can't fall in love with this gentle and honest man.

When she went downstairs to buy food that day, her left foot stepped on the shoelace of her right foot and fell down the stairs. Her brain was hit hard again and she lay in bed.

In the ward, she is like an ignorant piece of wood, completely unaware of how this man who believes in men's tears does not wave in front of everyone and beg the doctor to save her; I don't know how the panting man who suffered from cor pulmonale easily refused everyone's help and stayed by her bed in clothes a few months before she fell down. I don't know how the wronged man read those letters to her while crying after her condition stabilized.

She kept those letters carefully in a small wooden box under her bed. She didn't reveal the secret in the wooden box to the man, and the man never asked her severely, but she guessed from the man's occasional look at the wooden box that he actually knew.

Bent on saving her, he consulted everyone who might have a way. Someone told him to stimulate her with something she liked, and he immediately thought of the wooden box. However, sitting by the bed, he didn't act, fearing that tampering with the wooden box without her permission would offend her.

To tell the truth, he is a little afraid of her. After many years of marriage, she was always gentle and elegant, and never spoke loudly to him, but he thought she was going to marry him, so he owed her, and he couldn't make her sad. But what is important now is to save lives. He persuaded himself again and again, and finally pulled out the wooden box and opened it.

As he guessed, it was a letter, a letter from the man she loved and the man she would never forget. These letters were carefully arranged and bundled in the order that she read them on time. After years of erosion, they are still as flat as new. He opened the letters one by one with trembling hands and began to read. The taste in his heart is really indescribable.

That night, he was alone at home, wearing an onion and drunk. He left his wife in the care of his daughter for the first time.

The next day, the man with red eyes appeared in the ward, sat down and began to read a letter to his wife loudly.

Those sincere words, such as flowing water, gradually moved by the true feelings between the lines, he felt admiration and even felt sorry for her, thinking that the man who wrote the letter was really excellent.

At the same time, the confusion in his heart is getting heavier and heavier. Why did that man suddenly disappear? Is there any special reason?

Men began to look for answers in their leisure time to take care of their wives. Although it lasted for many years, he found an inside story. It turned out that this man who has been very strong suddenly got a brain tumor. In order not to drag her down, he reluctantly gave up what he wanted. That man died a few years ago.

Understand the truth, when men read letters, their emotions are higher and their feelings are richer. Sometimes when he reads a letter, he will have hallucinations and feel that he is the writer of that year. These letters poured out his own thoughts and expressed his true feelings.

A miracle happened. Five months and seven days after he read the letter, she woke up.

He was ecstatic and held the letter to his chest, thinking that he must take good care of it. On impulse, he ran out and bought a gorgeous photo frame, put the letter in it and put it on the bedside of the bedroom.

After another period of treatment, the doctor said he could go home and rest. The man carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed carefully. At first, her eyes were a little dull, but when she saw the photo frame on the bedside table, her eyes suddenly lit up and she touched her mouth slightly, as if smiling.

Men can see this picture frame every day, and they are full of gratitude, but today is different. He felt a sharp pain when he thought that his wife must remember the happy time of that year. In an instant, he understood what it meant to be close.

In the evening, when his wife was sleeping, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. When he was slightly drunk, he found a piece of writing paper, thought bitterly for a few minutes and wrote: Lan Ruo, after living together for so many years, can't you love me for one day?

This is the first time a man has written a love letter to his wife since he got married. In the past, he only loved her down to earth and never thought of writing a word to his beloved woman. After writing, he put down his pen, hunched his back and trudged out of the house. The street was full of traffic and bright lights, but he felt lonely as never before. Holding his hands tightly, he slowly sat on the side of the road, looking at the world in front of him and sighing about his first half of life.

I don't know how long it took. He wiped his eyes and came home to find his love letter still on the dining table. He went up to him and tried to put the paper away, but suddenly he found that there was an extra line on the paper. He put the paper close to his eyes and whispered, Lan Ruo, after living together for half a life, can't you love me for one day? This is what he just wrote. Now he reads it, his heart is more sour than before, and tears come to his eyes. He wiped his eyes hard and then went on reading. The words are crooked: Shuigen, I love you every day from now on. temple

Love you every day, love you every day, love you every day, repeating these five words over and over again, he stood up and strode into the bedroom with tears in his face.

In the bedroom, she leaned back on the bed, looked at him with a smile, and handed me a pair of white and thin hands in trust. He sat down by the bed, held her cold hand tightly and choked. With tears in her eyes, she said to her daughter standing by: Go, change the love letter from mom and dad into the photo frame beside the bed.

For the first time in many years, when her daughter fiddled with the photo frame, she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Farewell to my first love.

X: Sorry! I know, these are the last three words you want to hear, but I can't hide it. For you, I have countless apologies and guilt in my heart! To be honest, my first love, three years of college romance, the ups and downs inside, only we know best. At that time, you were really good to me, but at that time, I was really ignorant and didn't know how to cherish it, so my feelings for three years were destroyed in my hands.

Xu, we have been apart for more than a year. Today, one year later, you found me again and confessed to me again. I'm really confused! I don't understand what prompted you to forgive me for being so bad to you before, and I don't understand how you can be so persistent after all that has happened. I was selfish and kept something from you. It is in this year and a half that I learned how to love a person and how to cherish a feeling, and the person I love and cherish is alive.

I know you are really serious this time, and even called your parents together to mobilize me to come to your place. I know it's cruel to say this to you now, but it will hurt even more if I don't say it later! To be honest, you have a very happy family and kind parents. Please say to your parents sincerely for me: I'm sorry! I must let them down. I know they like me very much and will treat me well. When two old people told me that they would treat me as their own daughter, I was really touched! You sent me a message saying that besides my mother, you are the one who loves me the most in the world, and I am also very touched! However, should I promise you and your parents because I am moved?

My heart is really chaotic, so sad! I feel like a cold-blooded animal, snake, scorpion! Now whatever I do will hurt others, which is really not what I want! Sometimes, I even imagine myself dying of a terminal illness, which may be better! Xu, can you understand what I am saying now? I don't expect your forgiveness. To be honest, I don't know what I have given up now, and I don't know if I will regret it in the future. I just sincerely hope that you can find your happiness and find what I can't give you!

Farewell to my university, my first love, my first love and my dream.