What are the classic touching love articles? Love creates harm, and the harm dies with it. Why is every beautiful love so touching? It is precisely because good love is hard to find. Beautiful love can arouse * * * and let us feel the sweetness of love on the spot. Ah, love is really confusing.
Classic touching love story beautiful article 1 mountains and rivers depend on each other, feelings are waves and mountains depend on each other, at the mercy of years, ripples are round and round, flowers are poetic, Tanabata Bridge meets, misses, falls in love, is dizzy and rippling, gentle and gentle, fingers are locked and hearts are linked. Come to meet with a pot of wine, pull a piece of dreamland brocade, and spread a cloud-like blue and water-like poem on a long green street to reach your distant place. Smoke is like a dream, broken thoughts condense into a drop in the ocean, roots are implanted in the heart, dipped in rose dew, and summer is everywhere.
A thousand miles of smoke, you and me, listening to "A Thousand Miles Away", our hearts are rippling and the scenery is infinite in our fingers. That beautiful infatuation, lingering scenery, and agarwood of the soul are woven elegant and clean in this summer breeze, turning into ink paintings, and writing down the willow smoke in the ancient fragrance of Jiangnan in the sound of clouds and water. Thousands of miles away, you crossed the heart of April, gentle and lovely. The ink color of this paper is light, deep and light. It always makes waves at the right time, carrying the bags of missing from afar, wading through mountains and rivers, stepping on the distant wind, combing the drizzle, pushing aside the blue silk of missing and gently letting go!
The mountains and rivers depend on each other, the feelings are waves, the piano and the piano blend together, and the heart blends together. A lake of colorful clothes and a bridge under the moon are paved. Embroider the wedding dress we met, stitch by stitch, sew up the scenery, meet a silk brocade and hedge, and spread out the branches we know each other. A tree is full of flowers, a tree is full of snow, and they depend on each other, whispering softly, folding a green flower and hiding their worries.
That Xiangxi mountains and rivers, rippling blue waves, telling the love of butterfly lovers, love is as beautiful as summer flowers! If possible, in addition to the gorgeous refraction of time, only for the most beautiful years to meet, short acquaintance, deep understanding. If possible, when the rain is boiling, I can miss you quietly and set off affectionate ripples. Think so, think so, feel so warm, put the flowers in front of the mirror, and wait for such a long time, which is the best destination for the flowers on the other side!
I only hope that the deep voice of all thoughts is only the beginning of this cool summer, not the end. I light up the time, say hello to the small window, and read the memories that were moved and alienated by those little feelings. You said, I listened, and looked quietly, as if it were the first time. Moved by the morning light and chasing the stars of the day, I picked up the emerald green, moistened the deepest stationery in my eyes, sent away the moon, opened Chen Fang, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, and lifted the veil of missing, like a full-fledged reading.
Love is a wave, love is ink, it is full of spring breeze and drizzle. In a poem, I read your leisure, and in the flowers, I smell your fragrance and mine. In that old saying, I picked up the traces of the ends of the earth, found the scene of growing old together, and pieced together a beautiful picture of the seas running dry and the rocks crumbling. Let the flying flowers fly, the dress is graceful, and the love dance is amazing. In order to understand Zen, they cling to each other, rely on years and cherish reunion.
If you can hold on to the years and grow old slowly, as always, it will still be the treasure in your heart. As the song says, the moon sets in bloom, and the tenderness is around. It is the most romantic thing that you come to the covered bridge, you step on the song, you silently count the heart rain, and you fall into the fragrance. "Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn." Two of a kind, mountains and rivers depend on each other. You'll know when you get it. I get it. Love is a wave, the ups and downs are a river, and the waves are a tree. Love, mountains and rivers depend on each other, cherish and enjoy each other!
Love is Lanxi, waves become thoughts, and the joy of the heart flows through the journey. Wearing a twisted feather skirt, flying the feet of time, let the corner diffuse your eyebrows and sink into your heart. Let it float in the green grass, lush and warm, a classic of meeting. The water of forgetfulness, scattered with the shade of summer flowers, is located in Fly with me, immersed in the hearts of flowers, decorated with the veins of mountains, making the water of love, microwaves, emotions, waves and mountains and rivers exude fragrance.
The endless water, waves and mountains and rivers, the sound of the waves is still the same, holding the old scene, the scholarly West Building, the empty pavilion leaning against the column, alone. Reading, time is sleeping, thinking, years are getting old, only the heartbeat is quiet, only one person is pure, one voice ... If mountains and rivers can depend on each other, please allow me to imagine the wind and love as waves, so that every time we meet, the voice is like a song, as sweet as a smile, as unforgettable as beauty, as deep as tears.
A stream of green plums, a stream of bamboo horses, never forget a green word, Greentown landscape is a journey, let love be a wave, never give up!
Classic touching love beautiful article 2 the appearance of love
Love is just a matter of age. If you don't cherish it, you won't start again if you miss it.
When you were still in primary school, you were too young to understand love. You just want to play with someone, maybe just talk more, enjoy a toy and share an emotion. Just be happy.
When you step into middle school, you may silently pay attention to a figure, recite a familiar name and aftertaste a familiar voice. He will also hold his chin up, and he will feel sad secretly. When no one is around, he will fill his schoolbag with notes. When a friend casually mentioned that familiar name, his heart was already surging.
Simple like, seemingly friendship, but beyond friendship, without holding hands or sending flowers, but secretly into each other's world, pay attention to each other's everything.
When I was in high school, I couldn't believe that a budding emotion had been in daily growing. I will be secretly angry and even gnash my teeth because the other party said one more word to others; Will reveal the spread of missing; I will also overhear who is in love with whom in the class.
At this moment, even if you don't believe it, love has quietly entered your life and surrounded you. Perhaps, it is just a gentle expectation and an impulsive confession.
It has long been common for couples to stop in the campus garden and appear in all corners of the campus in various postures. Love plays a dramatic role in various forms: holding hands, sending flowers, hugging and kissing.
This is the most perfect gesture of love, simple and brilliant, and it takes a long time to make a vow, and it will last forever.
Unconsciously stepping into the society, it may be too late to recall that pure love and perceive its innocence and preciousness. At this moment, you obviously feel that the love in front of you is no longer so simple and sincere. Love has been mixed with naked interests, rich and powerful people, wearing all kinds of masks: houses, cars, tickets have become the subsidiary conditions of love. The pure love of that year has already turned into a perfect past.
When you are busy with your life, when you are overwhelmed by daily necessities, you have crossed the age of falling in love and are more trivial in life. There is no romance in love, more is the dullness of love. Roses, cakes, perfumes, are all in the past. I occasionally recall the warmth of love, but I can't go back to the passion of that year. At the moment, all I want is the health and safety of my children, so that two people can share joys and sorrows and stay together.
Time flies, and suddenly I find myself in my seventies. Love may have forgotten its original appearance. What you expect is that your wife is healthy and safe, sitting in the sunshine of the park together, recalling the perfect time of love in those years and feeling a little aftertaste of love: your tooth fell out, I fed you, I was dazzled, and you helped me.
When one day, you are hung on the wall and I look at you, I can still recall the place where we met and the way we fell in love …
Love, in various forms, appears in our life at this moment, sprouting, growing, flourishing and dying in our life.
Because I love you and I care about you.
In life, because of true love, I care.
After the noise, it is loneliness. After loneliness, I will miss it more and more. Missing is a kind of hysterical pain. This kind of pain is thousands of steel needles stuck in the blood, hidden in the blood, rolling and flowing, I can't pull it out. The deeper I miss you, the tighter my heart is entangled in pain, so tight that I can't breathe and so tight that I am at a loss. I miss you deeply, like a sore throat, which is unbearable. Love is a sweet beginning, and sometimes despair of the valley. No matter what the ending is, if you love it, you won't regret it.
Because I love you and I care about you. Because of you, let me know that love is a beauty. I will not only love you well, but also love everyone who passes by in my life with the warmest heart and the most sincere feelings. I will also love all the scenery and everything in the world with the purest kindness. Perhaps countless brushstrokes in my last life brought me encounters in this life, or countless reviews in my last life until I got to know each other in this life. When I meet you, no matter whether this meeting is fate or disaster, I have no regrets. If I fall in love with you, I will grow old with you and dance with life with you. I don't need too many settings. I just want to freeze our first meeting and cherish every happiness with you.
Do you remember? We met that spring, and we all guarded every second after the true feelings met. Every time I touch your eyes, your eyes are clear as water, deep as poetry, full of youth and romance. In this life, because of fate, we met, because we cherish each other, we are willing to accompany each other to the old age, accompany you to the white hair, and accompany you to write the words of glass life in the world of mortals. Because of you, I fell in love with loneliness, because when I am lonely, I will find that it is a happy thing to have a beautiful love in my heart.
Whenever the noise recedes, the night lights up, and the shy night, in the deep eyes, can always inadvertently lead a road of lovesickness, leading to the sky and directly to the heart that loves you. The night in shallow winter seems so empty and far away, the stars flash like eyes, and the night condenses into endless thoughts. Love is the lovesickness solidified in the brow, the pearl and the bright moon of water. In the dead of night, when you are not around, you always look like a helpless child, thinking and caring, and also in the dark, lonely and dark corner, forming a worrying light.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Every time I am with you, I feel that time passes quickly, as short as a few seconds. Even if it is a flash in the pan, two hearts will be compatible, happy and happy. I like listening to your stories about your childhood and your naughty childhood. You said you painted your little face as the Monkey King, and then you ran around with a stick, and the teacher arrested the whole school. I like to hear that your father won't let you sell vegetables with him, so you just run after his car until he comes to pick you up. So you are so cute and naughty. In this life, I can't participate in your happy past, so we will meet every today together. As long as there is you, there will be my love around you.
In my world, you are like a book, a book that should not read the title page. Just because you accidentally read it, you have lived in my heart all your life. Your profundity is too far away for me to understand. You are such a thick book that I can't hold it. I am most afraid that when you are not with me, I am always afraid that you are too busy to forget yourself. When you walk in the distance, you will miss you very much. You want that desire to penetrate the loneliness of the night and let your melancholy eyes stay in the dark night and the long wind outside the window.
Miss you, dear you, you are a lotus flower blooming in my heart, with a long Zen rhyme and never fading. You are warm and gentle in my small print. I miss you in this light winter morning, miss your smile like every ray of sunshine, and care about you in the middle of the night. You said, I am your lifelong concern and yearning. In every ray of sunshine and every drop of rain, I convey the feelings of a long night. I just want to keep every minute of touching happiness with pen and ink. Believe me, although time flies, you can still resist the cruelty of the years in my heart. I will always remember your busy appearance and the sound of your love with me. In every inch of time, I have my silent blessing and deep love for you. I wish you all the best. I will smile in the sun, hold your hand and grow old with my son.
An unintentional meeting made us lovers in each other's lives. You said that when we are old and live in seclusion in Shan Ye, you will fish, I will plant flowers, listen to the morning breeze and bathe in the sunset, and we will not miss every moon in spring and autumn; When we are old, I want you to accompany me to see the sea, snuggle up to the kind and loving seaside, and wait for the moon to fill the present sea, which is romantic at this time. Looking at the blue sea in the sun, looking at the lonely sailboat in lermontov, looking at the sea covered with golden sunshine. Are you really still lonely now?
No, I don't think everything at sea should be lonely. Li Bai's "Ride the wind and waves sometimes, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea." That's how I really feel about the sea. It is vast, braving the wind and waves, and I am not afraid of obstacles. I don't want to see loneliness in the sea. I want to see the sea is not only the broad mind, but also the momentum I love it. It is lively and lovely. I like the description of the sea in Bing Xin's essay "Say a few childish words about the sea". She said: The sea is moving. The sea is lively and the mountains are dull. When the sky is quiet, the weather is hot, staring at the green hills, dark and motionless, like a sick cow. And the sea, you see, she has never stood still for a moment! Microwave ripples straight from the horizon to the shore, touching the cliff stone, splashing and jumping up with joy, and blooming thousands of silver flowers!
It was after reading Bing Xin's Love of the Sea that I couldn't help falling in love with the sea! Accidentally fell in love with the sea, but fell in love with you. It is in this vast sea of people that I gave you one more look, so that we didn't miss each other's fate and stay together for life. However, after the storm of life, you and I know how to love each other deeply and how to maintain our happy nest! Meeting a loving person is arranged by heaven, so is it a coincidence to meet the scenery in every part of nature?
It's just that different people have different hobbies for everything in nature. Not all the scenery is beautiful, and not all people will fall in love when they meet. I am also convinced that no matter what kind of scenery, its appearance is waiting for a bosom friend, but it just happens that the sea has become a bosom friend of Bing Xin. In life, too much is unclear. Some people, some scenery, just need a glance, they fall in love silently, fresh, devoted, faint, revealing elegant beauty, intoxicated and quiet. And all the things in these universes, the beauty that they naturally permeate, need not be described too much, and they are already beautiful beyond words. This kind of natural beauty spreads before your eyes, and it has been madly drilling into your heart from your eyes, no longer fidgeting, no longer flustered, just so quiet, quiet, always quiet.
What kind of encounter between people, between things, or between people is so subtle and beautiful. If you meet and understand, you will cherish each other. Otherwise, Boya will not meet in the early stage, and will not understand Boya's mountains and rivers in the early stage. Boya's piano sound is for hippo chef. A person who has no bosom friend is lonely, and his heart is barren. Therefore, Boya's little chef in Hippo died suddenly, but he broke the piano to thank his confidant and stopped playing the harp. There is no bosom friend, and the sound is meaningless.
When I am quiet, I always like to hide in the corner of time and meditate alone. Time is like water, and I have taken away so many once-determined emotions. But you can't take away your true feelings. There is no feeling in the world. It is owned for no reason. No one can accompany you forever. Cherish what comes, bless what goes, and feel that force cannot be obtained. What you need is fate, and everything comes and goes with it. Time is also a river, flowing in life, sending affection to a distant place and to the heart of a willing heart. Time will never turn back, because it knows that the beauty of the past is gone, and the difficulties of the future are waiting for us to bear. The soul is quiet, leaving you with only your own gentleness. Perhaps in the fleeting time, the so-called eternity is just a painting drawn by painters with pen and ink, or a remnant of fine print. Only by knowing how to do and cherish can we really have it.
On the road of love, it is a definite course, a determination and persistence not to give up. Perhaps, not all love will have a happy ending; Not all encounters are dedicated to the whole city. If two hearts don't love each other, no amount of pen and ink can describe the gorgeous color of love. Love, I like two kinds of people. If we can't fall in love together, I'd rather give up. If you are addicted to a relationship and can't get a response, please lose all illusions, be a down-to-earth self and try to love yourself first, because if a person doesn't know how to love himself, even if he gets love, he will lose it.
In life, not all efforts are worthwhile. As long as you really give, you won't regret it. When we face some unnecessary entanglements, please relax yourself and let you climb out of the dust. There is no need to put a false emotion. If you are facing a person who plays games with you, please go back to your other shore. You are stubborn and illusory. Your thinking IQ indicates that it is urgent to recharge. Let others bind you, and your heart will be bound. Restrain your humbleness and be a natural and unrestrained person.
The summer solstice is cold, and it is the season of falling leaves like butterflies. When winter comes, it is as light as the hair of a waterfall blown by the wind. I hung my beautiful thoughts on the fruitful branches and let them kiss the eyes of the blue sky. Miss, is a clear autumn lake, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and it is a distant mountain range. Dandong is a middle-aged man who has lost his lush years. Full of mature and steady colors. Even a faint concern, in Qiu Guang, has begun to be fresh, natural, lively and emotional. Colorful rings, dancing with smart colors. My skirt is graceful, you smile like a flower, happiness is on your lips, and warmth bends between your eyebrows. You are picturesque and graceful, and you are a clear miss in my heart.
Looking up at the gloomy sky, I fell silent again. The sky in the distance is like a piece of gray silk, which can be seen and touched. It is embroidered with a beautiful moon and twinkling stars, but sharp scissors can't cut its delicate lines. Holding up feelings at night, spreading dreams on the clouds of acacia, like the moonlight of water, laughing all over the sky with low eyebrows.
When I fell in love with this city with boundless sky, I also fell in love with every cloud, wind, sun, moon and stars around it. Overhead is a vast sky, every piece of soil is trampled under my feet, every inch of time shuttles on my shoulders, and my love and concern for you are written in words. You are the totem of my love, the rhyme of my poems and the warmth of my heart. Love, deeply rooted in my world, has been around us, giving us happiness. On the road of life, knowing how to cherish what you have is happiness, and knowing how to be grateful is happiness. Living alone, no matter how many people you meet in this life, as long as you have one person who loves you tirelessly in this life, it is enough. I don't look up to the love of others, but I am willing to cherish you around me and accompany you through the storm and accompany you for a lifetime.
Life is like a song, love is rewarded, and love makes all the past of life clear in a moment of looking back. In the lonely world of mortals, keep a simple heart, live a quiet, quiet and gentle life, and let the warmest feelings learn to take things as they are, relax moderately, and stay calm and calm after the flowers bloom. Time is changing, you and I are getting old, but true love is vigorous. Constant love is a kind of warmth in life, a faint fragrance buried in the bottom of my heart, and a deep attachment because of love.