There is true love in the world. what is love ? Sentimental, confused, helpless or helpless. Maybe only you know the ups and downs of love. The following is a short college love story I prepared for you. I hope you like it!

Tisch

Sorry, I don't think I really like you. Now I am full of guilt and remorse. Our meeting was an accident, but I already knew the ending.

The constellation book says that Leo and Aquarius are 80% paired, but I think I may be one of those 20%.

We never meet more than 10 times. We don't want to interfere in each other's private lives. We are in front of everyone. Only once, but personal relationships are only known to ourselves.

First of all, I have to admit that I am a bad boy. My motivation was not good from the beginning, because I started this farce with a learning attitude and a lonely mood from the beginning. I want to know the thinking mode of girls in love and experience the feeling of love. When the number of meetings increases again and again, and every time I find it difficult to continue chatting, I have an answer in my heart that she is not what you want. You are just a passer-by in life, and you are just venting and meeting temporary needs.

I still remember when we first met, I never thought that our relationship could go further, and I never thought that I would get so close to you. At first I thought it was the so-called fate.

Although the tall figure is not perfect in appearance, it is definitely a goddess to dress up a little. Every time I walk with you, I always feel a sense of oppression. Moreover, the speed of our development is unexpected. We held hands for the first time, were hugged by you for the first time, hugged you for the first time and even kissed for the first time, and we met within ten times. I don't know what you like or what you think of me. Maybe it's the first time we met. I don't think I'm ugly, but I can chat and have a generous personality. It may also be the reason why you say you are easily moved.

I find that what I know about you is only a vague concept, except that you like to chat with me in a feminine way. You are shy, brave and cold-blooded. You said that you hate people who are duplicitous, people who tell lies behind their backs, and people who are not single-minded. You said give up after more than three times. You said that as long as you decide not to contact each other, you will disappear into each other's world. You say you are heartless and heartless, but only to some people.

Sometimes I spend a lot of time thinking about how to reply when chatting with you. I'm afraid I made a mistake in this sentence and you won't be happy in the next one. Sometimes I can't find a topic with you, and I am singing a monologue alone. When you play with your mobile phone, I sit like a log in embarrassment. You said that girls have to pay too much for chasing people, and others may not appreciate it, so you want others to pay for you. But unfortunately, I'm not that kind of person, and I didn't tell you what I thought. What I want is the feeling that two people give and fight each other, not that kind of friendship. I didn't say anything because I was afraid you would misunderstand.

Don't you find that every time I am with you, I always feel that there is an awkward atmosphere between us? Maybe I'm too stupid to know how to ease the atmosphere. But your so-called shyness really bothers me We have only known each other for a few days, but I can feel an unnatural feeling after only meeting several times. I think it might be appropriate to explain it as a farce.

These days, I've been thinking about whether to tell you the truth, whether to leave you alone, whether to end it like this, or whether to continue to play the fool and remain indifferent, and then everything will be gradually diluted and forgotten by everyone as time goes by. Saying it will definitely push you to an extreme. Perhaps silence is the best way to leave. After all, we are different. I know nothing about you. It is better to play dumb than to do something that hurts and tortures each other.

Let time dilute everything and forget it slowly.

I am the kind of person who is wrong and will not do it easily. I think I was reckless this time. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't bring you too much harm. Sometimes I want to end these days quickly, and I hope you can leave here quickly, at least let me know that you and I are not from the same place, and make my heart feel better.

I know people like me are sad, but I'm sorry. Maybe I should have made up my mind from the beginning, otherwise I wouldn't let myself get deeper and deeper. Of course, it's not hopeless now. Perhaps this is also a stage of life. Well, it should be wonderful and tortuous. Even at this time, I feel deeply guilty, but I think it should be a beautiful and interesting experience to look back after 10 when we have our own family and career.

You are a very nice girl. I hope your mobile phone is not everything in your future life. I also hope you can find a 186 male god to protect your fragile heart. I don't think we'll meet again. I wish you happiness and health. Goodbye, my first love.

extreme

A cold wind blew in through the half-open door and I shivered. At this time, I forgot so much. The anger in my heart pushed me out of the door and slammed the door to vent some of my dissatisfaction.

I quarreled with my wife. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky in the evening, much like my mood at this time.

In fact, it's no big deal, but my wife is always adamant and then expands her momentum. I must avoid its sharpness and come to this snowy world.

I decided to find a pub to have a drink to relieve boredom, but there were few pedestrians on the wide streets, just like the small streets in my hometown town at night.

I had to walk aimlessly in the empty street.

We have been married to our wife for many years, and we seldom quarrel. After an earthquake, my wife and I obviously lost our temper. Today, we have a heated argument about something smaller than sesame. I have been trying to make peace, but my wife is very angry, and slamming the door is my only choice.

Occasionally cars pass by in the street. Under the dim street lamp, the driver seems to have encountered something unpleasant, and the speed is so slow and dragging. Snowflakes are denser, the night is dignified, and the brightness of street lamps is so weak and helpless in the snow.

It is in this environment that I saw a human freight tricycle riding towards me.

The cyclist is a man. He wore thick clothes because of the heavy snow. I can't see his face clearly, but I can clearly see the woman sitting behind him. That red cotton-padded jacket is so dazzling under the street lamp on a snowy night.

Maybe the road is too slippery, maybe the car is too heavy I saw the man's whole body almost lying on the handlebar. He leaned forward and the wheels under his feet turned slowly. There is a small uphill ahead, and the man walks around the S-shape and struggles forward. I suddenly found a man with an extra hand in both ears. The hand wrapped tightly around the man's ear. Obviously, that's the woman's hand behind the car. When the car passed me slowly, I saw the hand on the man's ear, still rubbing back and forth slowly.

My heart suddenly warmed up and I felt a strange touch.

I can't help but follow up.

The slope was steeper and the speed slowed down obviously. The man's waist is more bent, and the breath from his mouth forms a white pillar in front of him, looming. The woman tried to lean up, and those two hands firmly covered the man's ears. I saw a woman's waist, exposed to the vast snow, but the woman's hand, not pulled out to pull her clothes, still clung to the man's ear. ...

Down the slope, it is a smooth road. Men and women have become a wonderful landscape in this snowy area.

I just followed, I don't know how far I went.

The man finally parked his car on the side of the road, not far from him, and it was a bungalow. I know that this is a transitional board house built after the earthquake, and many affected people are arranged here.

The man parked the car and helped the woman out of the car. He took out a crutch from the car and handed it to the woman's armpit. I just saw clearly that a woman has only one leg! The other one is not below the knee. Maybe this is a slippery road. The woman trembled and almost fell down. The man reached out his right hand and grabbed the woman. The woman's hand quickly caught the man. My heart is high! Man, only one hand! The empty sleeve on the left floated at the moment when the woman caught it!

I feel like I'm suffocating! I saw a man holding a woman and putting a woman's hand under his arm. The woman snuggled up to the man and slowly walked to the board room.

I lay on my back, and the snow became denser. In this way, I looked up and a snowflake fell on my face.

For a long time, I turned around, stepped up my steps and walked in the direction of home. I must get home in the shortest time and tell my wife everything I saw.

I think the snow will stop when I finish this story. ...

Tisso

These two "parasitic children of literature" are enjoying the joy of flying brought by the collision between love and literature on the vast grassland of Jewish civilization.

When he met the girl, his life had entered the countdown. Suffering from illness, this 39-year-old man, who is in the prime of life and is 1.82 meters tall, only weighs less than 55 kilograms. He despaired of the future and refused treatment.

However, she is still in love and devoted herself to her lungs.

Many times, if you fall in love with someone, you have to bear the fragments of his fate. She gambled on the truest infatuation in her life, but what she got was a sincere, fanatical and extremely short happy time.

1 1 month is the whole time of that love and the last time that person stays in the world.

Her name is Dora Di amante. She is a Jewish girl with slender hands, long black hair and a kind heart. She is brave and firm, considerate, gentle and affectionate. The young Dora was originally born in a rich and prestigious Jewish family. If it weren't for her personality, she would be arranged by her parents for a suitable marriage like her sisters. However, the stubborn Dora doesn't want to spend her life with a man she doesn't love, and she doesn't want to leave the happiness of her life to her parents to arrange. She resolutely ran away from home, eager to find her love and life.

Dora, who ran away from home, first worked as a tailor in a Jewish orphanage in Berlin and then as a kitchen maid in a seaside resort hotel.

/kloc-at the age of 0/9, Dora met her lover, Kafka Franz, a Czech Jew who was known as a genius thinker and literary master in the 20th century.

I think this encounter is a bit dramatic.

That year, Kafka, his sister and her two children went to the Baltic Sea for a holiday. By chance, they found a Jewish holiday resort from Berlin. One day, Kafka passed by the kitchen of the resort and saw a girl killing fish. Kafka can't help but sigh: "What slender hands, how cruel the work can be!"

The girl who killed this fish is called Dora. Kafka's words made Dora feel ashamed, and she immediately asked the leaders of the resort to change jobs.

In this way, they met, and Dora was deeply moved by the man's profound thoughts, humorous remarks and heartbreaking depression and despair hidden behind these appearances. At the same time, Dora's persistence and youthful vitality also deeply infected Kafka.

They fell in love, and the appearance of Dora aroused Kafka's repressed and distorted will to life all his life. The power of love rekindled this man who had given up on life. He began to listen to Dora like a child and seriously accepted the doctor's treatment. Later, they rented a house in Berlin and began to live together. By Dora's side, Kafka is immersed in infinite beautiful reverie every day.

In the days when he lived with Dora, Kafka got the warmth and love that he never got in his life. Dora read Yesenia to Kafka in Hebrew. In the sun, these two "parasitic children of literature" are enjoying the joy of flying in the vast grassland of Jewish civilization, brought by the collision between love and literature.

1924 One day in the spring, the doctor told Kafka that his condition was relieved. Kafka cried happily. He hugged Dora tightly and said that he had never been so eager to recover and live.

Kafka proposed to Dora, and with Dora's consent, Kafka wrote a letter to Dora's father, begging him to agree to marry his daughter. In the letter, Kafka called himself "a prodigal son", "a repentant Jew" and "a man eager to redeem himself". However, Dora's father rejected Kafka's proposal in the spirit of his aversion to orthodox Judaism.

Kafka, in pain, learned Dora's father's answer, but smiled and said nothing. The first rose in summer withered prematurely in this sudden bitter rain before it could bloom.

Kafka knew that he could never enjoy a redemptive wedding in his life, and he would eventually die as a lifelong bachelor. That night, after reading the proof of The Hungry Artist, Kafka, who had a violent personality all his life and never wrote his emotions on his face, finally burst into tears and could not extricate himself for a long time.

Like Kafka, Dora is extremely excited and eager to enter the marriage hall with her lover. However, waiting for her is not the wedding, but Kafka's funeral.

Because there is no recognized marriage, Dora has no right to even the lover's funeral. However, she came anyway. She stubbornly and resolutely appeared at Kafka's funeral, crying in the eyes of reproach and ridicule. Throughout the funeral, Dora's unique wailing showed Kafka's life in a very playful way: in this world, only Dora warmed him briefly and sincerely.

In Dora's heart-rending cry, all the sufferings and injuries in life are blowing in the wind, and only the magnificent love like a flower has never withered in the world.