520 Confession Letters to Boys Part 1 "The rain outside the window has just stopped. The strong afternoon breath has dissipated and I opened my eyes in a daze. In the dream just now, I seemed to see you in an instant." The so-called happiness The moment is always half when I dream of you and half when I see you. I can’t remember how many times I’ve dreamed of you. When I dream about you, you always smile at me. I really hope I never wake up from such a dream. After I dreamed of you for the first time, I said to myself when I got up in the morning that if I dreamed of you again, I would write a letter to tell you. The strange thing was that I dreamed of you again that night. It took more than a semester to write one, two, or three letters, although I never received a reply. I feel more and more that I can no longer control my thoughts about you. I think about you when I lie down, when I stand, when I watch TV, and when I eat. I mustered up the courage to call you. We had a very happy chat on the phone. I haven't been so happy for a long time. I never knew that I would have so many words, and I never realized that I have such a sense of humor. I said yes on the phone. I'll teach you how to play basketball after school starts. I never thought I could do something so patiently, explaining the basics of basketball over and over again, correcting your posture over and over again, and demonstrating personally over and over again. In fact, I know that when you play basketball, you just want to jump higher. , I didn’t really want to learn it well, so that later on I was too lazy to learn it and watched me play alone. But I always feel that that time was so happy. Later, I gathered the brothers and sisters who stayed in the dormitory to play basketball together, and mixed boys and girls to play games, which became a beautiful scenery in the school. There was a time when you and your roommates often lived on campus and didn't go home on weekends. Naturally, I sacrificed the time I spent with my parents on the weekends and dragged a classmate to live with me, which made my parents always blame me for not having a home. I was really happy at that time. On weekends, we would go to have breakfast together very early in the morning, then walk around and play together. In the evening, everyone would sit around and tell stories. Really happy and happy.
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Part 2 You have your name, but I don’t like to call you by your real name, even though it sounds more intimate after removing the last name. I like to call you big brother. I used to call you big brother when I was a child, I still do now, and I will still call you that way in the future. It will never change. Because of this, I have developed a habit over the long years. I can't change it, and I don't want to change it anymore - changing a habit is not easy. Then, let me call you big brother like this until you grow old. But, but I no longer have this opportunity. Maybe my life is too short and I can't keep calling you. I think I will leave with regret, but meeting you in this life is the most regretless and happiest thing for me. Regrets make me calm in the face of no regrets. Maybe you are a very evil person in the eyes of the world. You use your thoughts and methods to hurt everyone around you, even if they don't hurt you. You still do. You are such a person - such an evil person. But I still love you deeply from beginning to end. I love you, but please don't be happy; if you think of your evil past, please don't regret it. All your sins may be because of my existence. Now, I don’t want you to continue to fall into this trap. The only person who can make your life easy and happy is me. Big brother, my forever big brother, life and death are just a reincarnation, my death is just to get your innocence back. Please don't be sad, don't be sad - we will still meet in the next second.
520 Confession Letters to Boys Part 3 The love in my eyes has never been about holding hands and agreeing to face the unpredictable future together, nor is it a passionate kiss in front of flowers and under the moon that is so ambiguous that it is suffocating, nor is it a suffocating passionate kiss. It's not a game played by fools when I'm lonely and bored, but when I walk through the crowded crowd with an expressionless face, I meet you at the end of the sea of ??people. You open your arms to me and accept the hardships I've been through, but I don't. Without saying a word, I can take in all your tenderness. Yes, I am not joking, nor do I simply want to have fun with you. I really want to be with you seriously and establish a serious relationship with you. You will definitely ask me why I want to pursue you. Maybe there is no reason why I love you, such as your handsomeness, your humor, your straightforwardness. In short, I love you so well that it makes me want to stop. Such a weak woman is fascinated by you.
Maybe you don’t know me yet, but I am a persistent person. When I handed this love letter to you, I was determined to love you. No matter if you are on the edge of love, you choose to love or be loved, I will not It's easy to change my mind about loving you. At first, when I thought of you, I flinched a little. I was afraid that you would reject me, and I was afraid that I was not worthy. Later, I finally figured out that love should be able to overcome all obstacles and achieve positive results. Now that I think about it, I feel a little ashamed, but it doesn't matter. When you accept me, I will fill in the blanks of love twice as much, because of love, I am fearless. I have been following you for a long time. You like to eat matcha-flavored cakes and milk tea the most. That warm green color has always been your favorite combination, sunny and clean. You also like to sweat on the court. Every time you pass by the basketball court in front of the community, I can always see you running, shooting and scoring on the court wearing your No. 1 uniform. There is also the noodle shop in the alley called The Best Noodles in the World. You love to order a bowl of hot noodles with lots of sauerkraut after your morning run, and sit on the wall closest to the front desk. on the seat. There are really too many. Every time you appear in my sight, the picture is vivid in my mind. When I leave you but think of you again, I know that I am in love at that moment. I thought that such an outstanding boy like you already had a girlfriend, but I found out that you are still single now. I am so happy! Do you not want to fall in love or have you not met a suitable girl? I have no way of knowing, so I still hope that you will Can you tell me personally, will you agree to try it with me? I still want to be more confident, so I have to start waiting and looking forward to it. Please accept my confession, and please accept the fact that I will belong to you forever.
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Part 4 If time is proof, then let time witness that our love is long-lasting. If heartache is confirmation, then let heartache tell us that our love is deep-rooted. , if sweetness is the description, then let sweetness fill every day of our love. Baby, I love you and hope you are happy and blessed. These are all given by me. I don’t want to give up because giving up will be painful. I don’t want to leave because it’s too difficult to leave. I don’t want to bless because blessings are too fragile. Let us love bravely, I love you, you love me, live happily every day! It’s so good to have you~! Everything arises from love, everything is destined because of love, everything lasts because of love!
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Chapter 5 Dear: Although we have known each other for a short time, I have fallen in love with you deeply. Your innocence and your pure love have attracted me. You are me. Beautiful angel in the dream, I know you are an innocent, kind and gentle girl. I really hope that I can be worthy of you. If you can give me a chance to love you well, I really just want to say to you sincerely, I I will love you until the flowers bloom and the birds sing, I will love you until the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl nod for us, I will love you until the flowers bloom and birds flock around us, I will love you until every rainbow reflects your beauty, I will love you until I will never regret it until the end of time, and my love will be said to have no regrets in the next life and the next life. I will give this beautiful song to my beloved girl. I really hope you can give me a chance to love you! Wait, oh the most true Love, buried deep in my heart, spring passes and autumn comes, you know you love him, you love him, you love him, the storm will eventually pass, you and him have also been sad and doubtful, but never gave up, maybe you have cried, the more beautiful the story, the more sad and joyful it becomes. The more I teach you to love him, she is looking forward to your sincere love, which will never change from now to forever. He is looking forward to a happy future, and you will be with you no matter what the world is, until forever! xxx xxx xx month xx day
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Part 6 You said that you are destined to be with me in this life, and you will stay with me for the rest of your life. When we grow old, we can recall the laughter and tears in the long river of time together. With these unique memories, we are no longer lonely. In the unknown years, no matter wind or rain, we walked hand in hand. Two loving hearts grow old slowly in the wash of life. But, you broke your promise. On a sunny afternoon, on a dark night, you left with bloody kisses. That year, you were only 25 years old. 25 years old is an age when life is like a flower. The years of youth surge with the humidity of the season.
The grass sings on the branches, the willows run with kites by the river, the flower fairies wear bright red hijabs, just like the married bride wearing a bright red cheongsam, and the imperial city's smokey willows are full of spring colors. All this appears in people's eyes. It is so beautiful, but you said that it is no longer important to you. What is important is that you cannot hold hands with me until we grow old and spend the rest of our lives. When you left, you were covered with scars, your legs, legs and arms were bitten with cuts by the wheels, and dark red blood flowed out in pools, soaking my whole body and mind. The pale face is like a piece of bleached wax paper, without any blood, and the two eyes are tightly closed, as if sleeping soundly. The neon light shows your slender shadow. I cried, crying heartbreakingly, but you were very sad. It is peaceful, as if without any regrets, gone, gone forever, never to come back again. At that moment, the earth stopped spinning for you for 7 seconds. In the more than nine thousand days since then, I have missed you day and night, and the unforgettable memory of walking hand in hand with you on the red carpet. You are wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and a red scarf, and your shy look is like a typical silly bride. I hold your hand and slowly enter the palace of marriage. Firecrackers went off in the wedding hall, drums and drums blared, and the suona played sweet music for you. You smiled, like a peony in bud, which was touching. You look best when you are shy. The eyebrows are lowered, the thin lips are slightly opened like two cicada wings, revealing two rows of fish teeth, and the bright eyes are like a clear spring, reflecting the pure beauty and sweetness of the soul. When she smiles, her cheeks turn crimson, and her fair face is like a layer of pink rouge, natural but not artificial, decent but not frivolous, and really beautiful. You will cry too. On your wedding day, you hid in the boudoir and cried your heart out. You knelt in front of your mother, holding your mother's hand and refusing to step out of the boudoir. Your mother held you in her arms and burst into tears with you. The wedding procession was outside the door for a long time. Waited for a long time. It wasn't until three o'clock in the auspicious hour that you stopped crying, got on the sedan chair, and came to me along with the wedding procession. From now on, you become my bride. That year, you were 23 years old. 23 years old, in the prime of cardamom years, Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The beauty of youth always fascinates people. But you have a bad fate, your body is weak and you are thinner than a yellow flower. You said that you don't like Lin Daiyu, who is delicate and suffers from all kinds of diseases, and has a poor beauty and a poor life. You said that her song "Flower Burial Speech" has too much sadness and is a bit stuffy to read. You said that you like Jia Baoyu. He is very infatuated and loyal to Sister Lin. You also asked me: Will you love me like Baoyu? I said, yes. I want to hold your hand and grow old together. You smiled. Our days together are very happy. During the day, you work in the fields, sew, mend, and wash; at night, you thread needles and thread under the lamp and guard your empty room alone. I teach in a rural school more than ten miles away from home, and I can only be with you at home once a week. But despite this, we are very happy and satisfied. But your frail body is killing me. I took you to the hospital every three days. Every time I saw the needle pricking your blood vessels, it was like pricking me. My heart was crying and bleeding. I often cursed God for being unfair to you. Why didn't this disease happen to me and had to torture a weak woman like you? You covered my mouth and scolded me: You are not allowed to say that. I want to hold hands with you and grow old together. But we haven't grown old yet, but you left Qing'er and me behind. When I left, Qinger was less than eight months old. You are cruel enough. You didn't say hello to me or say goodbye to me when you left, you just left quietly. It’s been 28 years since I left. 28 years, do you know how I came here? I think about you all the time, miss you, call your name in my dreams so many times, and see you in my dreams so many times. We meet each other every Chinese Valentine's Day by the Queqiao River. I walk through the vast sea of ????people, looking for you, but the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and the yin and yang are separated. I looked through my eyes, looking forward, waiting, and what I was waiting for was ten years of life and death, without thinking, short of pine hills, thousands of miles of lonely tombs, and no place to talk about desolation. On Qingming Festival, I brought wine and food to your grave. I really wanted to talk to you and reminisce about old times, but you always closed the door. There are weeds growing in front of and behind the house, and you don't know how to clean them up. I looked everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. I said a lot to you in front of the door and asked you a lot of things, but you didn't answer me a word. Do you think I'm nagging you, or do you have a new love? It's a good time for you to leave, and you don't have to worry about anything. But have you ever thought about my inner feelings? What kind of life do I live? I miss you every day, but I just don’t see you. Every time I come back from school, I always feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart, and the bedroom is deserted.
I lay in bed at night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and my mind was filled with thoughts of our happy time together. You held Qing'er and sat on the edge of the bed to breastfeed. I sat next to you and admired the Chinese paintings. The weak light reflected your thin face. My heart was like an angel, drunk in the world. But these things, when I wake up the next morning , but it is nothing, nothing, only a thousand lines of tears. Today is Qingming Festival, and I brought my nephew to visit you. They have all grown up, and our young children have also grown up. They are all married and have children. You don’t know this, right? Why are you crying? Who told you to leave? Do you miss me? When you miss me, give me a call or send me a message, Yimeier, Yimeier, you know? That’s the one, Hey, don’t say anything anymore, you can figure it out. Don't forget that we have hooked up and made an appointment. I want to hold your hand and grow old with you. Don't lie to people. If you lie to people, you are just a little flower dog.
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Chapter 7 xxx: Baby, I miss you. I wonder if you slept well last night. I lack language talent, so sometimes my thoughts cannot be expressed through speech and words, and may be incoherent or insincere. I hope you can forgive me for being stupid. In order to be able to express clearly and express what is on my mind, I think it is better to write it out. At least I can sort out my thoughts without spending my brain energy on how to organize the language. Baby, I don’t know how you are living in my heart, whether you are living better, more comfortable, and happier than before. I don’t know whether you like the big house I built for you in my heart. A big house cannot be bigger. A big house, a house full of heart, a house that may not be sealed and isolated in the future, that house has been integrated with my heart, unless my heart dies, otherwise the house that belongs to you will always existed. Silly me, I started to think wildly. I wonder if you will think that I am stupid. It is said that stupid people have stupid blessings. I hope you are my blessing. I struggled for a long time as to whether you would dislike me if you were harassed for the first time. Later, I still felt that you and I could not be like this. Our fate was destined to be together in our previous life. Finally, thank you for giving me a hand that can "carry my children and grow old together" with you. xxx xx, xx, month, xx, xxx
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Chapter 8 I love you, my dear people. But do you know that every time, your realistic thoughts and helpless time and space make my heart feel so uncomfortable? Do you know because how long will it take, my dear, for me to wait for you and get you? Only a definite promise from you can make me understand that the fact that I put my heart in your heart is not just a vague hope. My love, you can let me know that the love I give you is really not a kind of despair. Tell me that you love me too. Tell me that you will hold my fragile body in your arms very gently. Because of my love, you know, I am yearning for your embrace now, and the tears of yearning are shining in my eyes. My dear person, actually you have taught me so much. In fact, I really want to tell you that in fact, apart from being innocent like a fool, I am really not a fool. I know what true love is, what understanding is, and what is understanding. Support me, and I will also understand what life is in the care you give me. My love, I am not lying, I am not a bad girl, I am just a girl who is so pure and clear, a girl who prays for beauty and world peace. Am I bragging? In fact, I don’t want to say this, but how can I make you understand that besides being stupid, I’m not too stupid either? 520 Confession Letters to Boys Chapter 9 One day, I met him again among the cherry blossoms flying in the sky. He was alone. He looked indifferent when he saw me. He wiped the flying ends of my hair, and when he was about to walk over, I finally turned around and called him: Chen. He turned back in surprise, looked at me blankly, and then said: Excuse me, who are you? Have we ever known each other? I thought I would cry like that rainy day 3 years ago, but I didn't expect that in his surprise, I would cry. laughed. The sunshine is so good, the fragrance of flowers is so sweet, and my smile is so bright and fragrant. I said, haha, I admit my mistake, we have always been strangers. After saying that, I faced the soft cherry blossoms and ran and jumped away like a happy bird. The cherry blossoms are all gone, and my long and sad secret love is finally over.
At the class reunion two years later, during the middle of the toast, a boy suddenly came up to me and said, Yushi, do you know that your honey-colored skin, playful ponytail, and orange dress were once our dormitory? The most tender memory in the hearts of all boys! But now, how can you throw away the little girl we all have a crush on? I thought that when a crush ends, nothing will change; but inadvertently, it still remains So unforgettable, remembered by youth, and changed our youth.
Confession Letters to Boys 520 Chapter 10 If time is proof, then let time witness that our love is long-lasting. If heartache is confirmation, then let heartache tell us that our love is deep-rooted. , if sweetness is the description, then let sweetness fill every day of our love. Baby, I love you and hope you are happy and blessed. These are all given by me. I don’t want to give up because giving up will be painful. I don’t want to leave because it’s too difficult to leave. I don’t want to bless because blessings are too fragile. Let us love bravely, I love you, you love me, live happily every day! It’s so good to have you~! Everything arises from love, everything is destined because of love, everything lasts because of love!