Valentine's Day, written to the love of the break
Love in me, is a garden filled with the fragrance of flowers. She is very overbearing, do not allow me to step out of the threshold, but she will be sent to the four corners of the fragrance, however, I do not feel aggrieved, I am very happy. Because the fragrance of the flowers arrived in the distance, there are lonely people hurrying to speed up the pace; there are wandering in front of the window into the cozy dream, someone is no longer in loneliness in sadness, someone is no longer in loneliness tears, someone is no longer by a flute to send worry, someone is no longer writing a word to tell the sadness. As long as the flowers touch the place, the night is no longer a wandering soul, but a warm home.
My love is a garden full of flowers, she did not want me to use the only to her confession and fidelity. What is the only? Is a dark cage, a false prop, a beautiful lie, or a lifeless ancient tomb? Too much of the one, and the air in it will be moldy, and the gloomy moss will be covered with hateful eyes, which will often hide in the darkness to peep at her smiling face, and even try to steal her bright soul? My love is a messenger of the flower-gods; she loves the sunshine, the nectar and the fresh air, and the silver rabbit full of spirit. The sunshine gives her color, the dew gives her nourishment, the air gives her breath, and the silver rabbit will make her peaceful and serene; she will condense all these beauties in a petal of stamens, knit them into a drop of fragrance, and together with a gust of wind or following a stream of clear water will send the rich warmth to faraway places, to the lumbering penguins on the glaciers of the Arctic, and to the cold ice of Antarctica that freezes over the years.
My love is a flower nurtured by the seasons, and she doesn't want me to give her the promise of eternity, she's just a lonely time. Perhaps this morning she is still with a drop of dew companionship, and in the evening, she will be with the deserted garden of a touch of sunset with the warmth of the departure; perhaps at this moment she will follow the footprints of the old days, in the colorful youth to search for a romantic story, and to the dawn of the day when she will be bathed in the morning sun accompanied by a green leaf drifting away. Those frivolous honors and praises are unimportant to her, she nurtures her beauty in solitude, even if the loneliness on the petals grows as high as the weeds in Dai Wangshu's "Loneliness", she will not indulge the leopard in her heart, and she will not send her soul to the weeds away from her. She only sits in the open, listening to the wind walk through the wilderness, forests, listening to the snow and a seed in the soil of the entanglement, listening to a silver rabbit in the white heart of the paper scribbled on the moon and the moon. She does not need "the end of the world, the sea withered and rotted", she is just a piece of life, is a life growing in nature, in the spring rain bud, in the summer rain blossom, in the autumn sun in the results, in the winter snow sleep. She cherished the blossom also pity flower fall, it is not greedy for life and death, not to expect the promise of the next life, she only brewed this world's fragrance feast, will be very fragrant twelve points to the earth.
My love is a flower I planted with my own hands, she does not want me to have how rich and excellent, she only need my heart is a stream of clear water, can be able to hold the good, but also can be loaded with evil. The girl of her poetry and spirituality, with the petals of her flower, makes goodness more brilliant like a pearl, and with the dew of her flower, she washes evil out of its diamond-like splendor. When the fading of time dimmed the face of the years, she will Prime the most beautiful pigments, re-rendering the colors of life, she will be the brilliant sunshine, held to the aged old man to comfort; will also hold the crystal dewdrops, given to the orphaned children to the warmth of the face; she will make the robust young man more handsome and full of strength, but also will make the disabled girl more charming and have a strong.
My love, planted in the garden of my heart, it understands the distance between life and life, can be the closest, can also be the farthest; it knows that life does not have the length, but there is a depth and width, only to measure with the heart, can arrive at a height, a kind of completion. She does not remember the haze, only to release the light: she loves my diligence, do not care that I am a gardener with only a flower hoe; she loves my simplicity, do not care that I do not have pompous language; she loves my simplicity, do not care that I do not have gorgeous clothes; she loves my goodness, do not care that I do not have noble status; she loves my generosity, do not care that I do not have glittering money; she loves my perseverance, do not care that I am already aging. The first thing I'd like to do is to get a good look at my face.
This is my love, she is with me night and day, with heaven and earth yuan qi brewing stamen, with the sun and moon light weaving garland, with the wind and rain thunder and lightning condensed hair flower fragrance, will be lonely to their own, will be brilliantly dedicated to the world, will be rich to the earth. Just like this Valentine's Day night, when the clamor in the neon roses put drunk, when all the lovers in the old place date, when the numb soul in the darkness of the night lazy kissing and embracing, but she is in the tranquility of the place alone, so that the fragrance of the flowers spread all over the heart of the lake, inviting a silver rabbit, swings away from the layer of softness for the New Year to draw a beautiful picture. In the painting, people and true love hand in hand, in the warmth and fragrance of flowers in the entanglement of happiness towards the distant ......
Love in the Tanabata, I wait for you at the magpie bridge
Love in the Tanabata, where are you, on this day, I am at the magpie bridge side of the waiting for you, do you know my love, my favorite person.
Do you still remember, we were in love then, that is a happy and beautiful memories; do you still remember, we used to miss, that is to meet each other's wish; do you still remember, we parted after the tears, that is left to each other's attachment. Love in Tanabata, you wait for me over there.
Love in Tanabata, this is a day full of love.
Love on eve, it is the day we get together every year.
Remember that day, you were mercilessly taken away, I cried sadly. The tears of each other waved between heaven and earth, is this the difference between heaven and earth. The sadness at that time turned into thoughts of you, blessing you, and tears for you. At that moment, my love did not know where to go, because my love, only for you to bloom, only for you to bloom.
It was God who was touched by our love, so he allowed me to meet you on this day. Once a year to meet, for me is no different from the heavenly surprise, even if it is once in ten years, I am willing to wait, because my love is only for you, my thoughts only have you.
It is said that the flow of time, will take away a lot of things. I am willing to abandon everything, it is all passing clouds for me. Time can take away people's memories, feelings and recollections, but I will assure you that I love you alone in this life, and if there is an afterlife, I will only love you alone, without complaint or regret.
Love in Tanabata, I do not know if you are thinking of me. I want to say to you, you exist in my heart, your figure occupies my world, my days and nights, are you, are your memories.
Love on eve, I know you are also thinking of me, if you can hear my heart, please turn your love for me into rain, so that I can see the tears of your lovesickness, and silently accompany you in tears.
Love you, give you happiness, give you joy, give you a warm home, give you a care y love you me. Love you, I am willing to wait for you, for the love of every year of Tanabata. Because I love you, I will not give up, believe in lovers, believe that there will be a day we will no longer leave.
Love in Tanabata, I wait for you by the magpie bridge, waiting for you to see the sky full of stars together. I hope that every day like this, with you in the sky to see the stars, to see the moon's yin and yin and yang, to see the meteor that slips by, to see the four seasons of the light of day.
Love for you, cut and cut; thoughts of you, like running water, with the time flowing day and night; love for you, I have no regrets.
Love in Tanabata, love in Tanabata.
Let us walk together on the magpie bridge, telling each other's love, listening to each other's stories from each other's light and shade; let our love at this moment into spring rain, into a gentle breeze, let the sun and moon swing with our words.
Love in Tanabata, waiting for the sky full of stars and rain, waiting for my favorite you; love in Tanabata, waiting for the beauty of love, with the heart lyric love music; love in Tanabata, lyric love music, in this moment, let love in Tanabata, so that each other's love is fixed in this moment.
Love in Tanabata, remember. I love you, my love, my dearest you, I hope that we express our love, **** with the writing of our love story, the beautiful memories fixed in Tanabata.
Love Essay Part 2I am in the wind and rain of the world, laughing at the changing clouds floating in the sky.
In the countryside, I walked on a song. Butterfly dance in the fall, fine attention, stop, long time maple leaf red, long maple leaf floating, falling leaves flying. Harvest season, the most favorite sunny. But an autumn rain a cold, such a clear sky, such an escape from the fall, have retreated to the back of the cold and desolate, leaving a burst of despair. Listen to the rain, the distance between the sky, quietly tasting a cup of jasmine tea, let the mind dance alone. Night, silent, only the butterfly dream as the first, butterfly phantom dream reflection, love is difficult to break. Push the door, move, lean on the fence, look up, the night is vast, shy moon where to find? The only thing left is the heart of the moon, sighing in frustration at the empty space. The heart of the rain, the past is like smoke, the wind, heart broken, purple hair fluttering silhouette, also returned to the dust dream.
The inkstone, Yan ink, pen, purple dream outside the Xuan, purple snow, dancing alone. In the haze, the drunken book female makeup red sleeves, elegant handsome green silk low hanging place, slightly cover the face. This is a dream thing, why can we go back to the old days? To the heart of the vacation, to the cold river snow condensation, all the way to the snow in search of plums, perhaps, the same moonlight, Xu can see the mottled deep footprints, that a pure white, just brush the heart of the dark shadow. I'm looking forward to another warm spring, blooming beautiful beauty.
So, think of the bright spring, listening to the February birds singing the song, the countryside of the road, full of green. The days of light winds, light yellow flowers, colorful peach blossoms, fragrant jasmine, diffuse in the bottom of the eye, the corners of the mouth smile, can not restrain the heart of the stolen joy. I don't care if it's rainy or sunny, my heart is just as intoxicated. If it is the time of the Jiangnan rain and smoke, rain and smoke, such as Yan, white houses and tiles, willow shade and flowers. Willow green, condensation dew fishing riverbank, circle ripples, softly in the heart of the microwave. If it is a peach blossom rainy night, pattering rain into the ear, but also a different kind of poetic. Drunken wind, drunken spring rain, the small fish in the pond also seems to be wise and wise, that suddenly appear and hidden posture, together with a small bubble floating to the surface, is so eye-catching, people mood ripples.
Also in the romantic rainy season, dreamy walk to the end of the world. A summer rain that is not sure, washed away the heat of the land. And after the rain in the clear sky, the seven rainbow bridge across the sky, will always give me an unexpected surprise. Early summer roses are in bloom, and the dewdrops on the petals in the morning light shine with psychedelic colors under the sunlight. And the rose in the rain, but also a kind of pear flower with rain feeling, that sad beauty, I see pity. There are many unknown flowers on the street, giving people walking on the street to bring a lot of poetic relief, soothing people's tired feeling. The meteor shower on a summer night is so beautiful and charming. Make a beautiful wish, we will not feel lonely again in the flow of years. That kind of thought leaves us a sweet hope. Will we really be alone for a hundred years? No, because the beautiful wish has long been stored in the heart, a blue feather is no longer an empty dream, accompanied by the clouds in the sky that gorgeous colorful clothes, gorgeous evening sun with our tomorrow's brilliant sunrise ideals, let us sleep peacefully!
Sleeping, can you see the breeze Mu bamboo shadow, when the summer fragrance? In the water town curved moon, reflecting your ice and jade, full of light smile. Suddenly realized that my eyes are full of your shadow, how can not escape the deep love of the flow. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm not a good person. I would like to wander in the Wen Xiangge, study "Wenxin Diao Long" this strange book, learn the essence of this mute master. And then dance with the sword, to draw the amazing wind and snow between us. Will it be a dream come true? Thoughts are the starry flame of the forest plain, once ignited, it becomes a prairie fire, hard to stop its intensity. The mouth murmured, water soft baby, heart soul has flown to the sky. Asked you, is not my flower beauty, willing to do my plains mother? Carrying a sad love song, I walk and sing. The mountains are silent, the sound of the song scared birds, my dream is still intoxicated not to wake up.
However, is this all, like smoke, along with my years, gradually light, gradually far away, finally faded away? The vast waves of smoke, the vast sea, who said, weak water three thousand, only take a dipper? Is it really, really like smoke like a dream? Red dust has you, categorically will not be such pathos! So, longing for such a carnival, we together, let love live in my home, no matter you are like the wind dancers, floating as a cloud, or a strain of forget-me-not grass, silent fragrance, my heart is still looking forward to you do my embroiderer. From now on, we are together, drunken life!
My a flick of red dust, with a full of deep love, in the search, finally found you. So, after that, my every year is a warm year. Hopefully, this stormy life, we sing mountains and rivers, with our watery tenderness, do two happy clouds, in the blue sky, in the bright sunshine, dancing our love, free and spontaneous, romantic and sweet.
Love essay Part 3I think I am a falling goose, flying alone.
Her eyes are full of sincerity, and at the bottom of her eyes is a clear blue pool, gently flying towards me. I have an icy face, suspicion hidden beneath my eyes, my eyes no longer stay. We, passing by. Behind him, leaving only an innocent white. Stubbornly flying forward, ignoring the waves in my mind. Accustomed to leaning slightly to the left, only to find a cold and a near fall.
"Fly bravely, don't be afraid! Remember:My body heat is always on your left." Warmth, no more. No one will tolerate my willfulness anymore, no one will fly with me when everyone isolates me, no one will giggle with me when I'm happy, no one will fly against the wind with me when I'm sad! Don't, don't. The wind shoveled it into his mouth and tasted the salty flavor. Eyes narrowed sadly. In the beginning, friendship had only one fruit on this tree, called trust.
So I was sincere with my friends and no longer felt alone.
I was once in a painful situation, suffering loss and refusing to even grow. However, the river of life is still flowing, and finally realized:Loss is also called growth.
In growing up. Losing it is important to me.
Love Essay Part 4In a beautiful country, there is a girl who is destined to become the queen of this country. But she didn't want that to be a reality. On her 18th birthday, the prince threw her a huge party where she sat on blue crystals and let the others sprinkle flower petals on her long blue hair. Her beautiful face was sad beyond the atmosphere. The handsome prince held up a bouquet of blue roses and said. Will Lan marry me and become queen of the country? Lan's big eyes were full of reluctance as the prince took a small box from the roses containing a blue DIA bracelet and a purple one. The prince brought her a blue bracelet. The blue DIA made her white wrist more beautiful. She is not happy. The prince says they will get married in two weeks. The subject cheers. She lies down on the grass and shouts to the wide sky. Why, Han, why don't you come back? I miss you too much After shouting, she lay down on the grass and stared at the sky. Soon falling asleep, the prince brought a blanket to gently cover her and muttered to himself, "Kagome, it's Han. Why can't you see me? When Lan was six years old, she had a fever and her memory faded. She only remembered Zixuan-Han and his little pact, but forgot who Zixuan-Han was. Whenever the prince told her the prince was Han, she always looked disbelieving and said he was cheating. But the prince was sad. Now the prince fulfills his promise. In fact, their agreement was to get married two weeks after Chloe's 18th birthday. Chloe disappeared the day after she married the prince.
Three days later, Chloe returns. She meets a fairy. The fairy says that her Han is with her and wants to find it herself. As a result, Chloe falls into the river and hits her head on a rock. Many pictures flash through her mind. They were all `playing` with Han. When they were young, Zixuan Han and the prince looked alike. They were practically the same person. Kagome ran back to the kingdom and jumped into the prince`s arms and said Xuan brother I missed you so much, I`m sorry I forgot about you and now I remember you again. I'm glad you honored our agreement. The prince hugged her tightly and said, "Chloe, I was so afraid you would never come back." . They will be happy together in the future. Day 1:Blue Water Silk 520
Love Essay Part 5What is love, I ask?
When you are sick, a cup of hot ginger soup; winter night, a pair of warm hands for you to cover the quilt; when it rains, the umbrella for you to send; or the rose petals floating in the wind ...... these he only do for you, these unrequited things, is love. Is it possible that love is only satisfied with these ordinary substances? In fact, behind these ordinary, hide a heart that no one can understand.
A while ago, I accompanied my parents to see the movie "The Return", thought I was wise to be a bystander, but my mind was caught up in the movie's plot. The movie tells the story of a bitter couple who went through the Cultural Revolution. That year, he was labeled as a rightist and sent to a faraway place, which was denounced by his daughter. Her heart was cold and she never forgave her daughter again. Three years later, he was rehabilitated and returned to find that his wife had developed amnesia and had long forgotten everything, including him as her husband. But the only thing she remembered was picking him up at the train station every day, even though this action had been repeated many times. He has tried many ways, all of which failed to jog his wife's memory and remember the person she once was. He has no choice but to disguise himself as the person who reads his husband's letters to her, conveying his thoughts to her and sending her to the train station every day to pick up himself who has long since returned. This send is ten years, however, this ten years, let him understand, love is not necessarily acquaintance, but a kind of eternal together.
The movie ended, the whole audience was quiet. Many people have tears in their eyes. Only I, sitting quietly in my seat, expressionless, does not seem to be moved by it. Indeed, I have not experienced love, never passed through, naturally will not understand. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
That year, she was a handsome young girl, he was young and strong handsome guy. They knew each other and fell in love, but their love was not the time. At that time during the war, the situation is forced, the boy on the backpack to the battlefield, the girl with tears in his eyes to see him off Li counterinsurgency. She said she would wait for him to come back, who knows that this wait is 60 years. 60 years later, one day, a strange guy knocked on her door, the old man has gray hair, go out to meet, see the guy, ask his intention, the guy handed over an urn, her smile frozen in the face, froze for a while, a drop of tears across the wrinkled face slowly fell, like a sad pop across the lonely night! ......
Some people are destined to miss out, like meteors slipping away. Their love, after all, lost to time. If someone asks her if she regrets it? She would say, he went at ease, and I have fulfilled my promise, so I don't have to blame myself. Since I chose to believe in love, I will not regret it!
Love, is to ask the heart.
Ask, what is love? Is you fall into the trough, I would like to bear with you, with the pain, *** suffering; is you want to travel, I want to be willing to wait for you for a lifetime; is to miss, is to let go, is a kind of responsibility, a kind of commitment; is the eternal togetherness and mutual trust!
Young us, may not know what is love, time will tell us everything, it will let you understand, this is a kind of will let you give your whole heart, let you laugh and let you cry magical things, as long as the heart experience, you will certainly understand the true meaning of love!
Love Essay Part 6Is friendship so unreliable? Why is it that every close friend has given up because of love, and I feel so tired of living. How can love be a million times more important than friendship, do you really think so? You know I'm stubborn, even if I don't want to, I won't lower my voice, but I really care about our friendship, why are you all like this? I'm really helpless. --Skywoman complained.
The sun is very warm and the mood is very pleasant. Walked past the door of your classroom. I think it must have been the usual day, you will wave your hand to me smile and call me a "Jie". But today, when you saw me turn around and walk into the classroom, not only did you not wave and smile at me. The old scene had disappeared. I was puzzled, did I do something wrong? Comforting myself, I must have been overthinking it. Maybe she didn't see it clearly either. I walked into my classroom and he, which boy had given me a letter. I wondered what it said. Opened it. The handwriting was familiar, and I knew it was hers. It turned out that she had misunderstood me. The content of the letter is: Zhou Xukai, you are talking to Jie! Why do you still lie to me that she doesn't know you, and you are so intimate. Oh my god! So she misunderstood me. This misunderstanding came inexplicably, even I do not know what to say. My impulse was to explain to her. But her first words were: How can I show you the letter without him? I was completely disappointed. According to my personality is to return a sentence: do not believe it? Then forget it. But I didn't, I just stood there. And she said I acquiesced. Really. Why? Why don't you believe me? Is this what friendship is all about? Heart cold and tears flowing ...... I want to explain to you, but my temper. Forget it, what's the use of explaining, after all, now let me understand, in your heart love trumps friendship.
Iceheart said: love in the left, and love in the right, walking on both sides of life, at any time to sow seeds, at any time to blossom, will be a long way, embellished with fragrant flowers, so that wear branches and leaves of the people, stepped on the thorns, but do not feel the gas vibrant, but also so that you can make your liver and guts all cracked all over the body scales, which is manifested in the deep knowledge and understanding of each other.
Couples, like a piano on the strings, in the same melody in a harmonious tremor but each other and are independent, true love is selfless, selfless, even the life of the self dedication. With the progress of mankind, social and economic development, human love began to face a new crisis, the fast-changing information society to a generation of brand-new modern people brought a new life, new issues, new aesthetic values, new challenges. As a cross-century people, to be successful, correctly grasp and deal with their own emotions, that is, heavy love and not trapped by love is how important, yet how not easy.
Many people in the material life more and more rich, in order to money and sell feelings, on the surface look very beautiful, very rich and in fact became the most poor, the poorest spiritual beggars. There is no love in the heart, no freedom, as if holding the floating clouds in the sky, tainted feelings and waste of youth. And some people excessive pursuit of love, it will inevitably reduce the value of man himself. Because it will not only make people lose other, and will make people lose themselves. In any love story, there is gathering and there is breaking up, there is joy and there is sorrow. Anything is not set in stone, crippling love as the water can't be retrieved, changed the heart of the lovers as moldy bread, there is no longer each other *** with the same language, and why bother to pursue? Even if it again to your side and what value, what meaning? Who hasn't seen a sad movie in his long life? It doesn't hurt to cry, and after that, you can buy another ticket to see a comedy, and the sun will still rise from the east tomorrow.
Bundle can not become lovers, the world only have lovers can be the same heart, the same morality, the same music, the same sadness, the same sweet **** bitter, the same boat ****.
Love Essay Part 8Dear Ryan:
Hello! You must be very strange, I have never met you, but I write to you, and address you as "Honorable", right! Let me explain! My name is Li Han Diem Angel, is an elementary school in Minhang District, Shanghai, China, fifth-grade students, today I studied the "Ryan's well" this article, to understand your honorable deeds, I very much respect you.
You used your perseverance and love to help the people of Africa, and you used your kindness to build a bridge of love around the world. You know what? I also rolled money, but I do not have your kind of persistence, not to mention your determination. You went from being an ordinary donor to later becoming a fund-raiser, circling on your everlasting love.
I think those African people must be very grateful to you! However, your first well for this painful, desperate society lit a ray of hope, well water is made of love, as if the dry in the droplets, moisturize the earth, washed through the heart.
I respect you, I adore you, I marvel at your calling, I wish you good health forever, and I bless the whole world even more, and hope that people all over the world can live in a world full of love!
Herewith
Salute
Five (3) Classes of Jingdong Primary School, Minhang District, Shanghai, China
Li Han Diem
September 4, 20xx