A short story about love 1 "How have you been recently?" He felt a little regretful when he knocked.

a long while

"Very well, what can I do for you?" She's a little sad.

"Nothing, I just miss you."

After he finished, he was uneasy, invisible and afraid to hesitate.

"Fool, I miss you, too." She thought, she was very upset.

On both sides of the computer, they were in tears.

A short story about love 2. The teacher informed me that there would be a parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon.

My mother works part-time and I don't know which one she went to.

I had to come to the construction site to find my father. Father took the cement and poured it into the blender.

In the afternoon, my father asked for leave to come to school.

At the meeting, the teacher asked the students to talk about their ideals.

His daughter stood up: My dream is to invent a machine to pour cement into a blender.

In this way, my father won't have to carry cement. The first grade classroom was silent, and my father was in tears.

A short story about love 3 When people get along with each other, sincere care and dedication are exchanged for gratitude and happiness. Around life, love stories are staged everywhere, from the love of parents, the love of teachers and classmates, to the hands of strangers and selfless volunteers. Because of everyone's contribution, this society is full of love and happiness everywhere.

Who took a shit for me when I was a child and never left me until I grew up? Who took care of me and supported me when I was sad; When I am proud of my success, keep alert to me and remind me; When I am lonely, accompany me to encourage me? Who appeared, as if adding a pair of invisible wings to me, helping me fly higher, farther and wider? Who is my perfect friend and my number one hero? Not only my first good father, but also my earnest and good teacher. That's my favorite family, classmates and teachers.

A stranger's hand provided me with the motivation to move on, irrigated my dried-up heart and pulled my heart back from the game of total annihilation. Once, I suffered from failure; Once, I was crushed by setbacks. He encouraged me to take a step and move on. He inspired me to fly again. This great stranger is an important person in my life. Rain or shine, those people still make unremitting efforts to recycle resources in order to protect and care for the earth. This perseverance really makes me admire, and it also makes me resolutely summon up courage to join the ranks of resource recycling? The person who changed me is a selfless volunteer.

In fact, as long as you work hard and feel with your heart, you will find love stories everywhere, waiting for us to dig. Of course, don't forget to use your warmest care and gratitude to let them know your mind and make them feel that it is worthwhile to pay.

She and he were introduced by friends. At that time, it was agreed that if both sides found someone more suitable than the other, they would let go.

One day, she called him and asked him: Did you find a girl you like?

He paused and understood what she meant. Yes, I found it.

She said happily on the other end of the phone, great. I found it too. We split up.

Putting the phone down, he sighed. Why don't you ask me who that girl is?

A short story about love. She turned over a diary. On the first page, the words "great friendship" are written.

On the days when the cold wind roared, the time we passed together gradually became a little dim.

Time is slowly eroding our past.

Turn to the last line of the last page,

She wrote, "I always remember you, but you forgot me!" " "

Then close the diary, throw it into the dusty box and cover it.

That is a lost friendship!

A short story about love 6 This movie has just been released.

The man sitting in the front row and the girl next to him talked endlessly about the plot of the movie, and the girl took pains to listen.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't help saying to that man, keep your voice down.

The man just wanted to say something, but the girl caught him.

After the movie, I walked out of the cinema and saw the man holding the girl in front in frustration.

Some people say that he takes her to see a movie every week, even if she can't see it.

A short story about love 7 Dear parents:

Hello! As we all know, summer is the season with frequent safety accidents in primary and secondary schools. Students accidentally drowned outside the school and suffered from floods, thunderstorms, typhoons and other unfortunate accidents, which brought great harm and irreparable losses to their families. In order to ensure the safety of students, the school has carried out relevant education for students. At the same time, we need the cooperation and support of parents to prevent and educate together to ensure the safety of children's lives. I hope parents can do the following:

First, we should educate children not to swim in the water without parental guidance, not to swim with classmates without authorization, and not to swim in unsafe waters to prevent drowning incidents.

Second, do a good job in the supervision and management of children's holidays and after school, strengthen the supervision of children's extracurricular activities, earnestly assume the responsibility of guardians, master children's movements, and educate and supervise children.

Third, strengthen ties with schools and communities. It is necessary to cooperate with schools, urge village committees or relevant departments to set up safety warning signs in rivers, reservoirs and ponds, and set up voluntary supervision administrators in accident-prone areas to ensure the safety of students.

There are many thunderstorms in summer. Please pay more attention to the weather forecast, cooperate with the school to prevent natural disasters such as lightning, typhoon, rainstorm and flood, and enhance children's self-prevention awareness and self-help ability.

It is our greatest wish to hope that parents will attach importance to this education and sound the alarm for children's safety together with the school to ensure their personal safety.

In addition, our school will hold the town psychological open day at 2: 30 pm on May 30th. Interested parents are welcome to go back to school to participate in activities. We look forward to your visit!

A little story about love. They lived happily for seven years. From junior high school to university.

Live together after graduation. But arguing every day.

She thinks he is busy with work and has no time to accompany her. Don't think that he earns less. No ambition.

He thinks she can't do housework. She is always jealous.

Finally, finally, we parted ways. I used to grow old with such sweetness in regret.

A short story about love 9 In the class of a Chinese teacher in a school, students will not be criticized for making mistakes, but will "win" applause. Whoever interrupts in class, the whole class applauds "reminds" him; Whoever is late will be greeted by the whole class; Whoever fights during recess, the teacher invites him to be a "small administrator" and lead the class by example; Whoever doesn't do exercises seriously, let him take the stage to lead the exercise; Whoever spits without a tissue will be assigned to write "Tissue, I want to tell you …" and then read it to everyone.

On campus, "reward" has also become a clever education. The teacher thinks that a burst of laughter is better than a burst of scolding, and empathy is easy for children to accept and remember better.

A short story about love 10 He fell in love with her at first sight on the first day he met her, and then they fell in love smoothly.

Then one day, he couldn't help asking, "I heard that before we met, you were cold, really?"

"hmm."

"Why?"

"Because I want to promise to stay single when I meet you." She said with a smile.

He held her in his arms.

A short story about love 1 1 She met him in a coffee shop. She is a waitress. He is a guest.

Every time he comes to the coffee shop, she treats him. She loves him. But he doesn't know.

He is a rich man. She's just a waitress. So she was afraid to tell him.

This time, he came again, or she entertained him, but he sat her down and said, "Every time I come, it's for you. I finally got up the courage to tell you. " I love you. "

A short story about love 12 By chance, he fell in love with her.

He waits for her head to turn into color every day.

But he never dared to face it, and simply said: I love you.

He began to be silent. At the beginning of QQ, he always said: color head portrait is sadder than gray head portrait, such as turning a blind eye.

Once, the lottery head shook and only opened a few words: I love you.

A short story about love 13 1, a warm winter night.

On the warmest winter night in the world, a couple had an only son. One day, the father said to his son who broke the contract, "If you break the contract again, I will put you in the cold attic." But my son broke the contract again. That night, the couple sent their son to the cold attic, but it was difficult to sleep. The wife realized her husband's fragile heart and said, "You may be very distressed, but if you take your son downstairs now, he will not listen to you in the future." The husband said, "You are right. But how cold and scared the son should be now. " The husband quietly got out of bed and went to the attic.

In the cold attic, my son curled up on the hard floor and fell asleep. Dad gently lay down beside his son and let him rest on his arm ... The little son suddenly began to cry. Dear brothers and sisters, isn't this the warmest winter night?

2. Motivation of love

A long time ago, in a factory in Naples, Italy, there was a teenager who dreamed of becoming a great singer. After many difficulties, he finally had his first vocal lesson. The teacher said to him sternly, "You are not qualified as a singer. Your voice is like the wind at the door. " The teenage mother hugged her disappointed son and said, "Son, you can do it! Don't be disappointed. Mom will also let you learn vocal music. " Teenagers practice singing hard with their mother's encouragement. The boy later became a world-famous singer. He's Enrico. Caruso. A sweet word can change a person's life, so how do you treat people around you?

3. Love is spent together.

A busy father finally took a vacation, because he couldn't resist his son's pleading, so he had to go fishing with his son. That night, my father wrote in his diary: "I went out with my son today and wasted a precious day." But my son wrote in his diary: "I went fishing with my father today, which is my happiest day."

All fathers, you should understand that love is actually spent together. Do you have any plans for this weekend? Please express your love for your family!

4. Portrait of Alexander

A painter was ordered by the king to paint a portrait of Alexander the Great. He was particularly distressed because Alexander the Great had an ugly scar on his forehead. On the one hand, he didn't want to draw scars carefully, because it would undermine the majesty of the emperor. On the other hand, if you don't draw scars, it will become a fake and will discredit the painter. He thought hard for a long time and finally came up with a clever plan. Finally, he drew a portrait of Alexander the Great and put it on his forehead.

Did you see someone else's wound? Should we try to cover up other people's shortcomings? The scripture says: love can cover up many sins.

A short story about love 14 1, a short story about love.

Grandma suffers from Alzheimer's disease and can't take care of herself. In the end, she didn't know anyone. Grandson advised grandpa to find a nanny, but grandpa said, "I don't trust others to take care of me." Besides, young couples always come together. " "But grandma doesn't know you anymore!" Grandpa was silent for a long time and said, "But I know her!"

2. A short story about love

In the bathroom, an old man was helped to sit down by his middle-aged son. The son whispered, "Dad, I'll take it off first and help you later." The old man nodded obediently and sat quietly. At this time, someone nearby said, "The old man has too many clothes, so he takes them off slowly. Hurry and help him first. " The son said solemnly: "Let the old man wait for me, won't it freeze the old man?" At this time, the bathroom is surprisingly quiet.

3. A short story about love

"Then you take me to see my mother. But uncle, my mother lives far away from here. "

"If I had known, I wouldn't have taken you." This gentleman said jokingly.

The gentleman drove all the way as the little girl said. Unexpectedly, after walking out of the main street of the city, he came to the cemetery along the winding mountain road. The little girl put the flowers next to a new grave. She walked a long way to present a rose to her mother who died just a month ago.

The gentleman sent the little girl home and then went back to the flower shop. He canceled the bouquet for his mother, bought a large bouquet instead, and went directly to his mother's house, which is five hours' drive from here. He will give her the flowers himself.

4. A short story about love

There is a middle-aged postman in a small village. Since he just turned 20, he has traveled 50 kilometers every day, sending sad and happy stories to residents' homes day after day. In this way, twenty years passed quickly, and people and things changed several times. It's just that the road from the post office to the village has never been half a year, only flying dust.

"How long will this desolate road take?"

He always feels a little sorry at the thought of riding a bike all his life on this dusty road without flowers and trees.

One day, when he was about to go back after delivering the letter, he happened to pass by a flower shop. "Yes, that's it!" He went into the flower shop and bought a handful of wild flower seeds. From the next day, he took these seeds and spread them on the road. In this way, after a day, two days, a month, two months ... he kept spreading the seeds of wild flowers.

Not long after, the desolate road that has been going back and forth for 20 years has actually opened many red and yellow flowers; Summer flowers bloom in summer, autumn flowers bloom in autumn, and flowers bloom in four seasons, never stopping.

Seeds and flowers make people in the village happier than any mail sent by the postman all his life.

On the road full of petals instead of dust, the postman whistling and riding a bicycle is no longer a lonely postman or a sad postman.

5. A short story about love

A mother and daughter live in a remote hut in a small village in the country. Her mother is afraid of being stolen, and always puts three locks on the doorknob at night. My daughter hates the boring and unchanging country life, just like a landscape painting. She yearns for this city and wants to see the gorgeous world she imagined through the radio. One morning, my daughter left her mother in pursuit of that illusory dream. She sneaked away from home while her mother was sleeping.

"Mom, you just don't have my daughter." Unfortunately, the world is not as beautiful as she imagined. Unconsciously, she embarked on this road and fell into a quagmire, and then she realized her mistake.

"Mom!" Ten years later, the grown-up daughter dragged her broken heart and clumsy body back to her hometown.

When she got home, it was already late at night, and a faint light was shining through the door. She tapped on the door, but suddenly she had a bad feeling. My daughter got a fright when she twisted the door. "It's strange that my mother never forgot to lock the door before." Mother's thin body curled up on the cold floor and fell asleep distressfully.

"Mom ... mom ..." Hearing her daughter's crying, her mother opened her eyes and put her arms around her tired shoulder without saying a word. After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, her daughter suddenly asked curiously, "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today?" What if someone breaks in? "

Mom replied, "Not just today. I'm afraid you can't get in at night, so the door has not been locked for ten years. "

The mother waited for her daughter to come back for ten years, and the decoration in the room was the same as that of that year. That night, the mother and daughter returned to the way they were ten years ago, locked the door tightly and fell asleep.

6. A short story about love

In that poor era, many students were often unable to take a decent lunch to school, just like the classmate next to me. His food is always black lobster sauce, but my lunch is often ham and poached eggs. There is a world of difference between them.

Moreover, this classmate will pick up his hair from the lunch box first, and then eat his lunch box casually. This uncomfortable discovery has been going on.

"I can see that his mother is too sloppy, and there is hair in her meal every day." The students are talking in private. In order to take care of my classmate's self-esteem, but I can't show it, I always feel so dirty, so my impression of this classmate began to be greatly discounted. One day after school, my classmates stopped me: "Come to my house to play if you have nothing to do." Although I don't want to, it's the first time since my classmate that he invited me to play at home, and I'm too embarrassed to refuse him.

I followed my friends to a poor village with the steepest terrain in Seoul.

"Mom, I brought my friend." After hearing the excited voices of the students, the door opened. His elderly mother appeared at the door.

"My son's friend is here. Let me have a look." But the classmate's mother who walked out of the door just touched the beam outside the door with her hand. It turns out that she is blind.

My nose feels sour and I can't say a word. Although this classmate usually has lobster sauce for lunch every day, it is his mother who can't be seen. He helped him pack carefully. It was not just a lunch, but also his mother's full love, even the hair mixed in it.

7. A short story about love

He is a single father, raising a seven-year-old boy by himself. Every time a child comes back from playing with friends, he feels deeply sorry for his dead wife, and there are also sad whispers in his heart. This happened the day he left his children for a business trip. He left home in a hurry because he had to catch a train and had no time to have breakfast with his children.

Along the way, I was worried about whether the child had eaten or cried, and I couldn't let it go. Even when I'm on a business trip, I call home from time to time. But the child is always very sensible and tells him not to worry. However, because of my anxiety, I finished my work in a hurry and set foot on the road home. When he got home, the child was asleep, and he was relieved. The fatigue of the journey made him weak. I was about to go to bed when I was suddenly surprised: under the quilt, there was a bowl of overturned instant noodles!

"This child!" In a rage, he punched his sleeping son in the ass.

"Why so naughty, make dad angry? You are so naughty. Why did you take the quilt? Who should I wash it for? " This is the first time that he has physically punished a child since his wife died.

"I'm not ..." The child sobbed and pleaded, "I'm not naughty. This ... this is dinner for my father. "

It turned out that the child specially made two bowls of instant noodles to match his father's time to go home, one for himself and the other for his father. But because I was afraid that Dad's bowl would get cold, I put it under the quilt to keep warm.

Dad listened and hugged the child tightly without saying a word. Looking at the remaining half of the instant noodles in the bowl, I said, "Ah! Son, this is the best instant noodles in the world! "

A short story about love 15 Driving a taxi in a big city like new york must be full of many interesting or strange experiences. Taxis carry passengers from this place to that place, facing all kinds of people and requirements.

One day, a taxi driver in new york received a strange phone call. He was deeply impressed by this experience and felt it for a long time, so he shared it anonymously online.

I got a call to pick up passengers at an address. When I arrived at the location, I pressed the horn and no one came out. I called, but the phone was disconnected, and I began to get a little impatient.

This is the last order I received this afternoon, and I will have a rest soon. I almost gave up and was ready to drive away. But in the end, I thought about it and stayed.

After waiting for a while, I got off the bus and rang the doorbell. Soon, I heard an old and weak voice say, "Please wait a moment."

I waited at the door for a while before the door slowly opened. I saw a petite old lady standing there. I guess she is at least 90 years old. She has a small suitcase in her hand.

I glanced inside and was surprised to find the scene in the apartment. It seems that no one lives there. All the furniture is covered with cloth. The four walls are bare. There are no clocks, no decorations, no photos or paintings, and nothing.

I only saw a box piled up in the corner, full of old photos and souvenirs.

"Young man, can you help me take my suitcase to the car?" The old lady said.

I put my luggage in the trunk, then came back and took her by the arm, and slowly took her downstairs and got out of the car. She thanked me for my help.

"I should." I said, "I treat passengers like my own mother."

The old lady smiled. "Oh, that's very kind of you."

She got on the bus and gave me an address, telling me not to take the downtown road.

"But then we will always detour." I said to her.

"Never mind, I'm in no hurry." She replied, "I'm going to Anning sanatorium."

What she said surprised me a little.

"Isn't the Anning Sanatorium the place where old people wait to die?" I thought to myself.

"I don't have any relatives." The old lady continued, "The doctor said I don't have much time."

At that moment, I decided to turn off the odometer. "Then how should I go?" I asked.

..... As a result, we spent the next two hours shuttling in the suburbs of the city.

In the car, she showed me the hotel where she used to work as a counter. We passed many different places, the house where she and her husband lived in their early years, and a ballroom where she went when she was young. When passing some streets, she would also tell me to drive slowly, look curiously through the window and say nothing.

We walked almost all afternoon and evening until the old lady finally said, "I'm tired, let's go to our destination."

On the way to the nursing home, we didn't say a word.

Anning sanatorium is smaller than I expected. Upon arrival, two nurses came out to meet us. They brought a wheelchair and I carried the old lady's luggage.

"How much is this bus altogether?" She asked, rummaging through her handbag.

"No money." I answered.

"But you also have to support your family." The old lady said.

"There will be other passengers." I smiled and said to her.

I had little time to think, so I gave her a hug. She hugged me tightly. "You make an old man who has almost reached the last few steps of his life feel very happy. Thank you. " She said with red eyes.

I shook her hand and said goodbye. On the way back, I found myself wandering aimlessly in the city center. I don't want to talk to anyone, and I can't lift the spirit of carrying passengers. I've been thinking, what if I didn't wait for her? If I can't find anyone at that time, I will drive away. What should she do?

Now when I look back on that day, I still believe that I made an important and correct decision.

In our life, we are always bombarded by busyness. We have more important things to do. We need to be faster and more efficient. But this old lady really made me realize that quiet and meaningful moment. At the same time, it also makes me sad, lonely and disappointed in the last journey of life.

We must all spend time with ourselves and enjoy life. We should all wait more patiently before honking the horn in a hurry. Then, maybe we will see what is really important.