A short story about emotion

There is love first in the world, and then there is the language to express it. In the youth when love just came to this world, it learned a set of methods that it will never forget. The following is a short story about emotion that I compiled for you, hoping to help you!

A short story about emotion: it is not enough for me to love someone all my life. My marriage can be said to be a joke of my colleagues.

Because my surname is Hou, my colleagues call me Hou? Monkeys? Monkeys naturally like to jump around and play on tall branches, but it just happens that their wife's name is Gao Tianzhi, and our name is just a picture of monkeys climbing mountains.

So whenever we are together, colleagues will ridicule and shout? Monkeys climb mountains? . After a long time, I have the shadow of the other party in my heart, and I gradually have a good impression on it and have more contact. After a while, I finally confessed my heart.

I remember fifty years ago, at our wedding, colleagues and friends were joking: this? Lonji? It's really a monkey! Monkey, climb too high and break your tail! The monkey successfully climbed the mountain! ?

My wife is straightforward and kind. Although our marriage is regarded as a joke by others, our life is calm and warm. But she scolded me mercilessly. She never turned her back on her colleagues and avoided her relatives and friends.

? He is a wooden fish, and he must often knock at the door. Cold legs and stomach problems often occur when he falls during reclamation, but he either forgets to wear knee pads or forgets to take stomach medicine. Do you think people should not worry about it? ! ?

? He forgot his umbrella on a cloudy day, forgot to eat after working overtime, and had to be sent to him by me. Are you bored? ! ?

She nagged and often told me to lose face in front of people, but what she said was the truth, and I could only laugh it off with embarrassment. This one? Tracheitis? I wear hats from youth to white hair.

I didn't expect that after working all my life, this kind of nagging became more frequent after retirement. Time to take medicine! Why are you so deaf! ?

I was in a good mood to grab a red envelope during the Chinese New Year. She suddenly took my mobile phone away: Look! I've been staring for over an hour! It's no shame to grab the grandson's red envelope! Go do eye exercises! ?

I have no aversion to my wife's nagging, let alone complaining. This is not a habit formed over the years, nor is it mature beyond the ear, but I know it very well? Nagging? The room is full of countless loves and deep affection between husband and wife!

To put it bluntly, it is a sentence: you have me, I have you, and husband and wife are irreplaceable. ? Young couples always come together? We are talking about mutual encouragement in youth and mutual support in old age.

You haven't met anyone except this one. Is this an old saying? Bare feet and tied feet, decided before marriage? Yes It seems accidental, but it is not easy.

I remember when they were young, they ignored each other and had to talk. She called me? Huh? , I call her? Hello? .

Fifty years have passed in an instant. In the year of Sang Yu, she was full of silver hair, and my hair was like frost. She called me? Old man? , I call her? Old woman? .

March 12 this year is our golden wedding anniversary. We declined the children's invitation to hold a banquet in a luxury hotel, and we climbed the mountain together.

It is a good time to go for an outing. Warm wind, green grass and new branches confirm the excitement of spring. Without noisy and festive congratulations, my wife and I quietly enjoyed the excitement of spring and the blessings of nature.

I know there is not much time left. In this life, too much time is spent on business and children, and the rest of the time, I have to be more sympathetic to the present.

Fifty years is a new beginning. If you love someone deeply, maybe it won't take you a lifetime.

Emotional Story 2: In order to love you for half an hour, he and she are both in college, and men and women in love often want to meet just after breaking up.

He went to the East District to find her every three days, and then the two of them took a walk to eat and talked about everything. Maybe all lovers are the same, and there are countless things to say together, so he always puts off returning to the west side at the latest.

You can take 14 bus directly to the school gate in the west area, but he always takes 16 bus.

The latest bus, 16 is half an hour later than 14.

A 10 call it a day, and a 1 1 call it a day.

But 16 road is still two kilometers away from school, which means he has to walk two kilometers to get to school, which means it is already midnight every time he gets to school. He remembers those winter nights, under the stars, in the snow, walking to school alone, which was especially beautiful.

Later, she was moved by it for a long time. She said, is it too bitter and tired? Besides, it is really cold in winter.

But he said that there is love in my heart and I don't feel tired.

Maybe people in love are always more blind than rational, but he still insists on this habit for four years. Four years, he said. I loved you for many days. Think about it, every few days, I fall in love for half an hour. How many days have I spent in these four years?

She is a city woman. For this sentence, she followed him back to her hometown.

Originally, her parents didn't agree.

However, a man who is willing to love her for half an hour and walk back by himself can be entrusted for life.

Later, they got married and had children in a small city. Later, they lived a life that was not rich.

Later, he suddenly fell ill.

She is very ill. She has to take care of him and go to work. In order to go to the hospital to see him in the morning, she has to get up early, cook his favorite soup, and then take his favorite snacks and hurry on the road.

Actually, she can go later.

However, in order to stay with him for a while, she took the earliest bus, the five o'clock bus, and went to the next stop.

Like him, in that half hour, she will get up at four o'clock, then cook and make soup, and then take the earliest bus to see him.

Knowing that the bus was the earliest, he looked at her lovingly and said, don't get up so early. You have lost weight.

She teased him: I want to give you back all the half-hour you love.

When saying this sentence, the two men froze. She looked at him, no longer young, in his thirties, with wrinkles on his face. He also looked at her. She has become a woman who has experienced many vicissitudes. If she doesn't marry him, she can marry better. Stay in the big city and live a happy life.

When she recovered, he asked her if she had any regrets.

She shook her head. Love never regrets.

For that half-hour of love, she felt it was worth it.

Later, they went to a TV program, in which many couples participated in an interactive program, that is, touching each other's hands to find each other, provided that they were blindfolded.

As a result, only they found each other.

The host asked, why can you find each other?

She blushed slightly and said shyly, because he held my hand every day, and he said, I can't sleep without holding my hand.

He was also embarrassed and said, I am used to shaking hands with her as soon as I sleep. Holding her hand, I feel at ease and happy.

Between them, there was no lingering sadness, but at the moment of holding hands, tears flashed in their eyes.

Maybe love is like this, holding your hand and walking on the road of life.

Maybe love is like this. I'd rather walk a little longer in order to wait for you to love you for half an hour.

A short story about emotion: what changes in love is only our sleeping heart. In those days, her life was always gray, and troubles came to her one after another, which made her feel like a gloomy sky while she was at a loss.

My husband lost his job last year. The life of the whole family is only supported by her meager salary; My daughter was admitted to college two years ago, and one year's tuition will cost her half a year's income; The house they mortgaged still has a loan of more than 1000 yuan to pay back every month.

People say? But not as those who used to be poor together know? In this environment, she really realized the meaning of this sentence. Life is not satisfactory, and her love life with her husband is like a glass of boiled water. Although it quenches thirst, it tastes tasteless.

Two people have been married for more than ten years, and the quiet life has already worn away all the passion. Being in the same room, they have nothing to say. Every day after work, after dinner, she will spend time watching TV dramas, while her husband will lie in bed reading some books, newspapers and magazines. When she went to bed after watching the TV series, her husband was already snoring like thunder.

After getting up that morning, she and her husband had an argument about whether their daughter should enroll in an English remedial class.

She said:? Other people's children signed up for several four-level remedial classes. If our children don't apply, the children who fail the exam will blame us. ?

The husband retorted:? Our children's academic performance has always been excellent. I believe that children's ability can pass the exam without reporting for class. ?

Seeing that he was so stubborn, she taunted him angrily: Are you afraid of spending money? I earned the money. I will spend it on my daughter if I want. You don't have to talk. Go out and earn some money, then you have the right to speak! ?

Her words seriously hurt his pride, and he slammed the door and rushed out of the house. And her mood depressed to the extreme, but also a person hiding at home secretly frustrating.

The weather in summer is like a child's face. You change when you say it. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and the clouds were gathering in a blink of an eye. Before long, it rained cats and dogs under the thunder and lightning. After the rainstorm lasted for half an hour, she saw that it was raining harder and harder, and a little worry came over her. He hurried out of the door without rain gear and didn't know where he went.

When this kind of worry grew stronger and made her fidgety, she sent him a short message:? Where are you? Find a place to shelter from the rain first. When the rain stops, hurry home! ?

After the short message was sent, she didn't reply for a long time, and she sent a second short message: This is my fault. I apologize to you. As long as you are good, I promise I won't quarrel with you again. ?

But after sending two short messages, there is still no reply. Did he have an accident? Have you ever lost sight of your way in this rainy day and fell into an uncovered manhole in the street? In her frantic thoughts, all kinds of terrible thoughts flashed through her mind. When these thoughts became stronger, she grabbed her umbrella and rushed out of the house.

The umbrella was quickly blown away by the strong wind. She dropped her umbrella, waded through waist-deep water, shouted his name, searched street by street, fell down several times, got up several times, but he seemed to disappear into this world, and there was no news.

However, just as she was crying in the street like a child, she suddenly saw a familiar figure passing through the rain curtain and tears flashing across the street corner. Try to shout, it's really him.

When the two men embraced and their eyes met, she shed tears again. She patted his sturdy shoulder and blamed him for not returning her text messages, which worried her.

He wiped his tears and said guiltily, my mobile phone is dead. After quarreling with you, I went to my friend's house to play. When it rains heavily, I know you are most afraid of thunder. I was afraid that you would be scared at home alone, so I hurried home. But it was so heavy that the bus broke down halfway. I had no choice but to walk home, but it rained so hard that I walked slowly in the water. I worried you, wife. ?

She was too moved to speak. At that moment, she realized that their love had always been there, and it was only because of the abrasion of time and the passion of love that it was precipitated by the years. Tired or sleepy, their hearts are still connected.