Touching love letters focus on the emotional card. How to play it well is a secret. Next, let’s learn it through the sample essay!
The fool got to know you unknowingly. We went from strangers to friends to I fell in love with you!
Fool, since I am with you, I will become very stupid, always think wildly, and think about the best and the worst! I find that I am very happy and happy to know you! I wonder if you have?
However, sometimes I am very angry. I think you are lying to me. You don’t tell me many things. Although I never thought that I would be with you in the future, I have thought that I am now It’s you I love and it’s me who’s with you. I want to believe you, but your actions make me trust you less and less. I know you’ll tell me what you want to tell me without me asking, but I Not asking about things doesn't mean that I don't want to know. I want to care about you, your life, and everything about you. We are thousands of miles apart, but our love is close in our hearts, but there is always a layer between us. I can never understand you deeply. I don’t know if you have loved me or are playing with me. I can’t make a judgment, but I have cut off the past and fallen in love with you. I am so afraid that you will never be the one when I love you. You have never loved me. Although I can't see your performance, I have feelings. I don't want you to lie to me. I would rather you tell me that you don't love me than you lie to me. . .
Fool, do you know that loving you brings happiness and pain, and no sense of security! But I just fell in love with you. When I was with you, I felt a kind of fear in my heart. I was afraid that one day you would become someone else's, that it was all fake and that I was just being sentimental. I need your care. I need your comfort more; I need your warmth and your care more; I need your forgiveness and your tolerance more; I need your care and your understanding more; I need your person and you more. Although this love is very selfish, it is an expression of loving you. In fact, every time I send you a text message, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want you to reply to me quickly, otherwise I will have random thoughts.
If one day a girl who is better than me likes you, will your heart be shaken? I don’t ask you to show the world that I am the person you like. I only hope that you have a love in your heart. Don't lie to me, even if it's just a small position, I love you very much! Because that heart keeps walking towards you, don’t lie to me, otherwise my heart will be broken even more! Don't make me angry, otherwise I will lose confidence in you. Fool, my happiness is connected with you. Better words
1. The night is very lonely. The moon slowly moves my figure, and my soul cannot find a place to live. Like a homeless person, wandering under the night sky. Sitting in the small building quietly following the sublimation of the music, we hummed an ecstasy of loneliness for this lonely night.
2. The windy and rainy days, despite the pain, left memories with vicissitudes of life in our hearts. And those smooth days, in our life journey, although there are no waves or passionate beauty, they allow us to return to tranquility in the ordinary, gather our energy and concentration in the tranquility, and accumulate the strength to forge ahead for the next chapter.
3. Duckweed's life is like drifting on the water, meeting each other like water, just like the water passing by, disappearing with the wind. Originally, the duckweed is here, and the falling flowers have no chance. In the early stages of memory, when we all think of the dust of four years, I can only sob silently. Whether I can still see your shadow in those shallow memories is because I dreamed too stupidly. If you see duckweed floating by after a rain many years later, it is the immortal duckweed soul that has been waiting by your side.
4. Missing someone is sometimes very painful. Looking back at the past, many lingering feelings have passed away. She promised to be a bright woman, and her smile was still bright, but her heart was always surrounded by a layer of sad mist. Perhaps, only when you are alone and look at your misty eyes in the mirror, you will remember that some sadness and mood should not be revealed easily.
5. The wind blows silently into the sky, rolling up the plum blossoms all over the sky. The petals turn into spring mud, and the luxuriant leaves turn into mounds, but you can still look forward to the bright spring of the next season. But we can't look back. A person's life is like the autumn of grass and trees, and there is no return.
6. I have thought about you for so long, from the passionate spring to the bleak autumn. In the dream, the flowers bloomed and fell, and I saw my thoughts hanging on the high branches by you. When the wind blows, you wave your hand towards me. From then on, we met as the gulls on the horizon. The farther we flew, the less we could see each other.
7. Loneliness is a flowering tree that grows wildly in the dark night, blooming full of sorrow and sorrow, swaying wantonly in the night wind, emitting a sad whooshing sound, breaking the night The tranquility that should exist disrupts the inner peace of the lake.
8. The passing years on the left bank reflect the fragrance of time; the loneliness on the right bank is filled with the fragrance of sadness. I stood at the end of this season, looking at the direction leading to the present. In a trance, something seemed to be broken in my heart, entangled with the lingering feelings of distress, and lost in the desolate world.
9. I always think that I am very strong, but the pain of missing you is like a cut by a knife. You always say that every time you leave, you will get another wound. It doesn’t matter if you are scarred. I would rather cry and say goodbye to you. I don’t want to wait every day and wake up from dreams every day. At least I can hold your hand and feel a little warmth. It’s not like crying and shouting in my dreams, but you are indifferent and don’t even look back.
10. There is a kind of life called duckweed life, and there is a kind of fate called meeting by chance. But at this moment I am not willing to just pass you by and meet you. Gradually I see that we should not Some are strange. Look at the duckweed floating across the lake and making thousands of waves. It is the scar of my missing you. The wind gradually rises and the clouds gradually disperse. What the wind blows away is not the clouds, but the pure feelings.
11. The passing years are endless, but I took advantage of this light rainy season to plunk my heartstrings again! Some people say that memories are sweet, but I say that memories are a feeling that is hard to let go of! Recalling every look in your eyes and every smile of yours, fresh and confusing. But in this hazy memory, I always find the moments about you and me! I don’t want this tenderness to drift away in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.
12. How many years later, who will still remember the story of the falling flowers of those years? The story of the first beautiful mood that once thought that I was pursuing something that I was not willing to give up, only after it has passed. I found out that I was wrong. In fact, what I really care about in my heart is the final person. Only now do I understand that my mental journey at a certain stage when I was young determined that I should not touch a pure girl, which provided me with an unlimited space of imagination for who I am today.
13. I like to appreciate a cup of light tea, with a few tea leaves floating in an antique cup filled with hot water, like a group of thin women wearing green shirts and dancing with green silk. Green bamboo forest. Stay away from the dust, isolate yourself from the world, and express your inner vicissitudes through dance. It was also bitter, and she was also cold. I saw myself clearly in the cup.
14. The fleeting youth knocks, the frozen time has long disappeared, and the drunkenness in my heart has nowhere to escape. I imagine my own spring and flowers blooming, how to meet my old days in the ice and snow. .
15. The night is as cold as water, the moonlight is cold, a world of one person, the loneliness is stretched very long by the night, the loneliness is solidified into frost by the moonlight, I fall in love with the loneliness of the night, and also fall in love with loneliness night. I am walking on a long journey. I don’t know where I came from or where I will go. The wind and rain laugh at me for being too crazy, and the clouds and moon mock me for being stupid. But I could only laugh it off, being dragged by loneliness, running in the dark, across mountains, rivers, and wastelands, looking for the tree with the white pear and peach blossoms in my dream.
16. Sometimes it’s hard to describe the pain in my heart, even if my youth is gone and I have been dreaming for thousands of years, but time can take away everything, and some people and some dreams are engraved on the flowers that have fallen in those years. In the story, there is no need to turn over or look back, it is still deep in the memory. If I could, I would really like to learn to forget, forget the stories of falling flowers left in the years, and keep those beautiful memories as time goes by.
17. The real world is the journey of life that we must pass every day. After going through wind, frost, rain, snow, and the cycle of four seasons, I remember that I must always keep a piece of beauty and beauty in my heart. Maybe, you are the beauty that should remain in my heart; maybe, because I think of you, you are the fate of the beauty in my heart. There is no need to sigh about the deep relationship, no need to be nostalgic and confused, just treasure this friendship in your heart, as long as you have had this concern in your heart!
18. I have always liked to indulge in my own stories, hiding behind the words late at night, recalling the past like the wind, sighing with laughter and dancing about the years, gathering thousands of thoughts into one body, and waiting for the hustle and bustle to calm down, then Invite the breeze to be drunk on the tip of the pen, swaying out a dream-like experience, stranding the memories in the moment of pause, and keeping this lingering tenderness alone.
19. On the bumpy road of life, we continue to write chapter after chapter. Gradually, we become tenacious. Even when we encounter difficulties in the mountains, we will work hard to carve out the way down the cliff. On the stone steps, when the water is exhausted, we will fight silently, and in our hearts, we will sprinkle green shade on the way forward. The power of life is infinite, as long as we are willing to write a more brilliant chapter for ourselves.
20. I asked myself very hard: "Whether every floating leaf will find its own dream, but the fact is that not every floating leaf will find its own dream, even if I work hard to find it." "This is the dream of floating leaves, this is also the life of fallen leaves. Love letter: I still love you, do you know?
Do you know? I still love you.
I still keep those text messages. Whenever I miss you, I will always look at them. Even if I look at them with tears every time, my hands will not obey my orders and will still look down. Flipping through, I would smile inexplicably once after not reading the messages for a day. Yes, it was a forced smile, but I couldn’t bear to let go. Because of this, I still use this phone and keep it carefully. I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to see these messages anymore. These messages are filled with deep thoughts of you.
You know what? I still love you.
Do you know how much I hate rainy weather? That’s because you said that you will think of him when it rains, so I hate rainy weather, but now I start to like it It’s a rainy day, even if you are thinking of him at this time, I am still happy, because at this time, we are doing the same thing, that is, we are both missing someone, someone I love deeply, and You used to like getting soaked in the rain, so I began to take it for granted that as long as I was getting soaked in the rain, it was equivalent to being with you, and there was a smell in the rain, yes, it was your smell, so I started to like the rain. .
You know what? I still love you.
You know, I never listen to any songs by Jay Chou and Leehom Wang, but now, I am listening to their songs every day, even on the way to work, and every song makes me laugh. I think of you, Code, the song you asked me to learn. When I listen to this song, I think of you smiling, because you are smiling when you say this; this sweet song You wrote it in your signature. When I listened to this song, I thought of a happy you. Even if I didn't see it, I still believe that you are happy at this time; Chrysanthemum Terrace is also a song about you. The song I sang for you, when I listened to this song, I thought of the kind-hearted you, because although you said it was very good when I sang it, I knew that what I sang was difficult to listen to. What about the happiness that I promised you, this song It reminds me of the happiness we promised, especially when I read text messages, my tears always come out very lively and watch together; give me time for a song, this is my favorite to listen to on the road , because this song always reminds me of the most beautiful you; Heartbeat, a song that makes my heart beat. Every time I listen to it, it always reminds me of the first time I saw you. At that time, I My heart is about to jump out, it was you who made my heart beat; a simple song, really just a simple song, every time I dream that I can sing all the songs I wrote for you, but Despite my tone-deaf problem, I could only listen to his songs again and again; "foreve love" is a simple word, but it is a very strong feeling. I remember that when I sang poorly, you comforted me. Say it's nothing, even you find it difficult, but I can't accept it, because this song is required, but I can't sing it to you; our song, our song is very happy, everything is Happiness, although the final tune is very sad, when it is sung it is all about happiness. . . . . . There are also songs that deliberately remind me of things between us, and my favorite is Tiantian. I remember when I first saw your signature, I felt very sad and wanted to throw it away. It wasn't until one day when I heard Jay Chou singing on TV that I understood what it was. But I bought a CD of his just because of this, which made my sister say I was sick, but that's not important. It's important. What's strange is that my mood when listening to this song is that of pain and happiness.
You know what? I still love you.
Do you know? What is engraved on my watch is you slowly, and the one I bought because I said if you want to hold an umbrella, then I bought it when I took an umbrella. , because one time I went out to eat with Daguang and the others, and the two boys secretly hid it, and even when they looked at me getting anxious because of its loss, they still didn’t take it out, but instead said If you lose anything, just throw it away. They clearly know how much I cherish that umbrella, because it is not only a tool for me to protect myself from the wind and rain, but the most important thing is that it has replaced you. Is a heart that loves you.
You know what? I still love you.
Do you know? I used to be so sad, and there was no one I could tell my feelings to. Even when I met her, I was afraid that she would feel guilty because of my words, so I wrote a paper full of Missing, full of sadness, full of tears, and I also wrote it into a novel, a novel with only you as the heroine. I didn’t use your real name, I just took one of the words, that word It is something I will never forget, but how many times have I thought of those past events about you just because I wrote them, and those stories about us as I have written them. I didn’t write those stories in, because I I'm afraid that I won't be able to write because I cry. I've written so many things for you, but I can't write what I want. Why can't I write it? I really want to tell you that I love you, and I still I love you, but why do I write all the indifferent things? I love you, I still love you, do you know?
Do you know? I still love you.
At night, it always makes me so sad. How many times have I held the phone tightly in my hand, and how many times have I edited the words I miss, but there is no way to send them out. , because I'm afraid of disturbing you, and because I'm afraid of not getting a reply. You know, every time I send you a message, I wonder if you will reply to me. What will I do if you don't reply to the message, although you don't have to at all. I know you replied to the message, but I'm afraid that you didn't even read it, as if I haven't sent you a message for a long time, right? I don't dare to do it now, because I'm afraid that you won't reply to the message, and I always want to Your reply, but you hit me again and again. If you don’t want to reply, please tell me, but why do you want to give me hope? I have deleted this number from my mobile phone because I am afraid that when I see it I still think of you, but every time I press it naturally, again and again, every time I have to hesitate, hesitate, why am I like this?
Do you know? I still love With you.
I once said to myself that I will forget you, but I have never done it, but why do I always find out about something when I think I have forgotten it? I still love you, why? A person who really loved you, a person who made me hungover all night, a person who made me cry all night, a person who let me know love, a person who can't be erased from my heart A person who is unforgettable to me, loves you, do you know?
Please remember that there is a fool who loves you, always, always, I will remember you throughout my life, if there is In the next life, I will still love you. Better sentences
1. That year, on the banks of the Yiliu River in Qingya Jiangnan, under the umbrella, I whispered and smiled. With my eyebrows lowered, my thoughts were flying. You nodded and stared, grinding a pool of ink, using the most fragrant ink. The words describe my happiness; you weave lingering feelings with clear rain silk, quietly open up a touch of tenderness in my heart, and stir up petals of fragrance, the warmth, the allure, and the intoxicating distant love. There is a quiet knock in the depths of the soul.
2. The blue silk knot and the moonlight in the sky have drowned my dusty thoughts and empty heart. Many reluctances have been stranded, and many hopelessness have been continued.
3. The shadows of those festival fireworks may suddenly appear in some thoughts. But I no longer dare to smell the intoxicating smell of the medicinal smoke alone.
4. Eyes full of deep black, thousands of years of feelings, the sound of time cutting through the seasons, the arc of the annual rings withering instantly into a final touch.
5. The pain and suffering will be stretched by the years. But the good times are always neat and tidy, leaving the world with a very clean ending. There is nothing to deliberately remember.
No!
6. The falling flowers are intentional, the running water is ruthless, the grass is luxuriant, and the sky is filled with wind and catkins. Even if you have a lot of knowledge, it is difficult to describe the divisions and unions of the human world.
7. The happy face echoes with the petals falling to the ground to form a lonely space. In a daze, the beauty is shocked, and it is like a dream.
8. There will not be too many fireworks in the hands of everyone. We have set off a lot intentionally and unnecessarily, and the rest must be set off with caution.
9. Time flies by like water, and so does the passing away. Lying at the bottom of the river of time, watching fallen leaves, driftwood, and empty glass bottles floating past me, I opened my empty eyes, but was powerless.
10. Where are you hiding? I can only reach it by following the petals falling in the rain.
11. With a touch of sincerity, in that clear and simple line of poetry, I am alone and happy.
12. Swiping outside the window, the cold moon is like a hook, describing your return date in the long silent night. My heart is at a loss. How will I face your indifference and remain as tender as ever? Or pretend to be indifferent? Even if your heart is full of passion, you must ignite your dying love fire.
13. Sigh and sing, drinking half a cup of old words in the air, a wisp of watery thoughts moistened by the misty rain.
14. In the ancient and quiet sound of the piano, there is no mundane world, a pipa song, and time seems to stand still. This alluring and beautiful melody is a tune specially edited for us. It is always hard to describe heartbreak.
15. But, can I? My affection is desolate and I have tasted all the suffering in the world, but I have no regrets. So what if I am lonely in the boudoir? No matter the mistake, I keep watching my expectations persistently, and I am obsessed with my thoughts, but I have no choice but to complain.
16. The passing years are safe, where are the old friends, how many sighs of looking back in the years, savoring the loneliness, understanding life, filled with thousands of tears of joy and sorrow.
17. Walking under the green shade, the moss-covered paths render gorgeous loneliness in poetic emotions. Who is walking with me?
18. In the fleeting autumn, the scenes of parting are still emerging one by one. The bleak autumn wind blows away all the entanglements, the maple leaves are fluttering, and the fallen flowers are colorful, covering up the heartbreak everywhere! Looking at the increasingly blurry back figure, I tried to save him but was unable to do so. Tears fell from my eyes, and I felt sad! Let his trembling figure drift away like this...
19. In and out of dreams, I don’t know how many words of longing I have written for you, shaking off the desolation all over my body, like flowers. , I only tell you my tender love, and gently hide my sadness.
20. The breeze and the bright moon leave the time, care and loneliness in my heart. I am growing old in loneliness.