The immortal girl and Mr. hourglass

No matter how immortal the love letter is, it is also ground into an hourglass.

The fairy girl came to my "tree hole" shop, took out a small notebook from her backpack and wrote the word "tree hole" on it.

She said, I like the name "tree hole". I'm not good at expressing many things, but I like writing.

Only words will never change. In the most hesitant, lonely and helpless time, it is not only a savior, but also like a relative, always accompanying me. As long as I want it, it will always want me.

It doesn't think I'm old, ugly and bad-tempered. I'm a Virgo. I'm stubborn. I don't think I can cope with this world. It's gentle, considerate, honest and kind. It's my family forever. We'll be together for life until death do us part.

I suddenly became interested, as if I had found my own kind. We are all the same people, and we love words more than our own lives.

We talked for a long time that day, from Dickens and Garcí a Má rquez to Stefan Zweig, which meant a short meeting.

When the last ray of sunshine of the sunset shone on the glass window, the fairy girl said, after all, I came to tell you a story today.

She said that she recently watched a movie, a love letter, and didn't cry until the end of the movie. Later, everyone I liked was the same as you. Such a deep secret love only surfaced in the last portrait of that book.

She said with a wry smile that although the hero and heroine in the movie are not together, they love each other, and I am far from so lucky.

With that, she took out a sealed bag from her backpack and opened it. What I saw was a yellow envelope. She said it was a love letter she wrote a long time ago. She once buried it under a big tree, hiding her unknown secrets and deep love for him.

I'm a little surprised at how many people can easily say the words "I love you" with a short message and an email in this fast food era. Therefore, this love letter is more precious.

This is the story of the immortal girl and Mr. hourglass. A story about a love letter.

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Fairy girl said that when she first went to college, she became a reporter in the school TV station. She said that she likes being a reporter very much. She likes to interview others, record other people's stories and write stories all night. Although she is very busy, she is very happy.

She said that she first met Mr hourglass at a meeting. At that time, the meeting had already started and she was taking notes. Suddenly, a boy pushed the door across the street and came in. He smirked and sat quietly next to her with a SLR camera around his neck.

Later, the fairy girl learned that Mr. hourglass is a photographer of TV station, responsible for shooting interview pictures. And they were later assigned to a group to complete the interview task every Thursday.

Mr hourglass likes photography very much. Although he didn't major in this major, the fairy girl said he was extremely talented. She always sees his works in his circle of friends, watching him shoot different feelings with different models of cameras. She doesn't understand the techniques of these colors and light and shadow spaces, but simply thinks that he shoots very well.

In this way, they cooperated together. Although they are only part of their spare time in college, they are devoted to each other because of their love. Each submission is always the fastest and the best quality, and they have gradually become the golden partners in the eyes of others.

Fairy girl said that she always thought Mr. hourglass was very nice. At first, they just seemed to appreciate him, but they really liked him. Once, they went to an orphanage for an interview.

It was just an ordinary interview. They just took the money raised by the school and gave it to the director of the orphanage. But I didn't expect Mr. hourglass to like children very much. She and he both brought their own gifts. She brought some fairy tale books, and he brought many novel toys to lonely children without parents.

After writing the interview, the fairy girl saw the children outside pestering Mr. hourglass to tell them stories through the window. He was so happy that his eyebrows jumped. She thinks Mr. hourglass is also like a big child. This is the warmest picture she has ever seen.

In the photo that day, the immortal girl and Mr. hourglass were surrounded by a group of children. In the photo, they laughed like angels.

The fairy girl thinks that Mr. hourglass must be a good gentleman, a warm and kind gentleman. Later, when Mr. hourglass takes pictures of her, she will suddenly blush.

She remembered lev tolstoy's Anna karenin, in which the hero likes the heroine. It is like this. "When he went on, he avoided looking at her, just like he avoided looking at the sun, but he still didn't look at her, just like people saw the sun."

She thinks Mr. hourglass is her sunshine, her only sunshine. She thinks she is in love with him.

two

She buried this love in her heart and cared for it carefully. Let it grow and sprout, and one day, it will grow into a towering tree in her heart.

She wanted to write a love letter, so she spent a whole month editing it. She always thinks it is too subtle for Mr. hourglass to understand, too straightforward and too superficial.

Finally, it was changed many times until it was finally satisfactory. Then I carefully copied seven pages on pink stationery with a black pen. At the end of the love letter, it is her favorite poem. She carefully packed it in a light blue envelope.

She wants to send this love letter to Mr hourglass, but she is too shy. She was afraid that Mr. hourglass would refuse and that they might not even be friends in the future.

Therefore, she deliberately chose April Fool's Day. Early in the morning, before dawn, she got up, quietly put the love letter in a sealed bag, then went under the ginkgo tree next to the school gate and buried the love letter with her secret in the ground.

By the time all this was done, the sun had gradually risen from the horizon and the sun shone on the fairy girl's face. She is full of love for Mr. hourglass and feels unprecedented happiness.

She texted Mr. hourglass and said, I wrote you a love letter, which is under the third ginkgo tree in the east of the school gate.