Three beautiful love stories

The pity of fast-food love and the sadness of campus love have caused people to reflect on campus love. Here are three sad love stories I recommend for you.

Three sad love stories: I met a love like ash in the north.

On that day, through the company's floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw a girl with a good face, wearing a white sports T-shirt and Nike Miyu sneakers jumping around in the busy street, followed by a boy's coquetry eyes, as if I had seen Han and me four years ago, and my eyes were wet?

I'm playing with a simple platinum ring with fine lines on my hands. This is a souvenir. At that time, it was not alone. It's exactly the same as the pair in his hand. Every time I see it, I can't help thinking of those past events. I look around my home, a fashionable two-bedroom apartment. We can see things that we like but can't afford everywhere. Tibetan tapestries, simple and elegant murals, ebony jewelry boxes? Now I have bought it all and put it in my residence, but he can't see these objects that record our memories.

It has been two years since I was cold, and I have become an out-and-out urban woman. I'm not the straight black hair I had two years ago, wearing a comfortable T-shirt and sneakers and walking on the streets of Changchun with a sunny smile. That's because the cold departure took away all the happiness and sunshine in my life. Now, I am a woman with a gentle smile, chestnut curly hair, wearing a black coat and stiletto boots. In the eyes of all people, I am a beautiful, calm and capable woman, and no one can see through my fragile sadness.

200 1 I fell in love with Han. In 2002, after graduating from college, I stayed in Changchun for the winter and didn't go back to my parents in Dalian. At the same time, I gave up the good job that my parents arranged for me. I rented a house with one room and one living room, which is relatively simple, but I can be cold next to it, and I don't care about the unsatisfactory living conditions. At that time, Han was a very outgoing boy, and I was deeply attracted by his personality, while Han liked my handsome appearance and cheerful personality. Han graduated from the English Department. He went to a foreign-funded enterprise, but as time went on, I found that he didn't like the job. In fact, I understand that his ideal is to be an excellent photographer. He was very addicted to photography when he was in college. His works won several awards, some of which were selected by magazines. But photography is not a stable industry in Changchun, and I don't support Han's choice.

He caught a cold and began to smoke. The cigarettes he smokes are camel. The background color of the cigarette box is light yellow, which means the vast desert. There are pyramids and palm trees in the background pattern. Every time he comes to my cabin, he always makes a room full of smoke, and behind the smoke is his gloomy expression. At such times, I always hold his hand and say nothing.

I understand his thoughts. He longs for a free life. Even if he went to the desert, he wanted to pursue his favorite photography career. Even if there is no future or development in his life, he will stick to it, because he has experienced it after all. I don't want to let him go, and I don't want to live such a wandering life with him, because I know that I have been spoiled since childhood and I can't live without a fixed income. I can only be selfish and leave the cold around.

Under my obstruction, Han finally quit his job in a foreign company. He went to a magazine as a photojournalist and studied while working in a photo studio. Cold was a little happier, and I was a little relieved. The living conditions of Han and I are very average. Besides maintaining a normal living standard, we have no extra money to buy what we like. Compared with when I was in college, I spent my parents' money on various luxuries, and now my life is much more bitter.

When my parents came to visit me in Changchun, they were very distressed to see me living in such a small and humble house. They suggested that I go back to them, but I refused. For my love and success, I insisted on staying in Changchun. So my parents insisted on buying me a comfortable house, at least my own place, so that I could live in peace of mind. A month after my parents bought me a house. My relationship with Han suddenly changed, which I didn't want to believe, but I expected it.

On the surface, my life with Han is quiet, but I am always worried that one day Han will give up our love for his ideal, and this day will really come soon. I spent our second Christmas with Cold. It was a wonderful three days, and then we parted once and for all. From then on, the coming of Christmas will always draw a thin and dense scar on my heart, reminding me of the bitterness of separation from the cold.

Han decided to study photography in the south in order to find inspiration in different cities. He wants me to go with him. I am very angry at his decision. I couldn't control my temper and had a big fight with Han Da. I told him that there was only one choice between his career and mine. Since I can give up a better job opportunity to stay in Changchun for him, he should stay here for me, and I will never wander with him. If he chooses his career, he will leave the city at once and don't let me see him again. When Han slammed the door, I felt the pain in my heart, but my stubborn personality didn't allow me to keep him. I bit my lip and told myself not to think about the cold.

Cold really left without saying goodbye, leaving me with lonely pain. In the passage of time, I think this love is like a disease. When I came, the sky fell apart, and when I left, it dragged on very slowly. Only when I caught a glimpse of the gap in my body did I know how sad I was.

In fact, I regretted it when Han slammed the door. I shouldn't have let him go like this. Cell phones that catch a cold are always turned off. However, on my mobile phone, in the fourth month after I left with a cold, calls from different city area codes kept coming, either disconnected or hung up immediately, and no one answered when I called back. Sometimes once every two months, sometimes once every four months, the time is not fixed. I know it's cold. Every time he goes to a city, he will tell me this. I can't find him anywhere, and I'm very sad.

I bought home all the things we used to like, and I felt a little comfort when I saw them. In recent years, I will buy many greeting cards, write down the names of the cities I know, find out their postcodes, fill them out, then write Han's name and mail them out. I know Han will never receive these cards. I just want to comfort myself on this special day.

Occasionally, I light a camel cigarette in the dead of night, watch the smoke around and recall the cold days together. Those who are not lonely, full of laughter, even helpless, even sad, are all the same in the past. Through the slowly rising smoke, I saw our once brilliant and unforgettable youth. And the process of ash flying down is like our love, which really burned and existed, but now it can only be recalled in a long time?

I have never been so clear-headed in an instant: do I really love cold? If you give me another chance to choose, I will definitely follow the cold, regardless of the ends of the earth, until forever.

The fate of every love has an end, no matter how pale or vigorous the ending is, it is just the end. There should be no regrets when there is an end, because even a lifetime of regrets can't change the established facts. If possible, let's remember those good times, such as the lemon juice in that summer, those days as bright as summer flowers?

Three sad love stories: if you love too seriously, you will lose a game of chess.

The beginning of the story is that he fell in love with her first. At that time, she was a charming woman surrounded by countless men. He regarded her as the goddess in his heart, and tried every means to please her. Finally, she was moved by his infatuation and became a prisoner of his feelings. Love is a woman's bible. Once a woman falls in love with a man, she often pays wholeheartedly, and she is no exception.

She moved to his house, cooked and washed for him, got up early in the morning to buy him fried dough sticks and soy milk, and even squeezed toothpaste for him to wake him up. At first, he was flattered, doubly spoiled her and gave her countless surprises. She strengthened her determination to identify the man.

However, after a long time, a man's heart began to be occupied by his career and friends, and he no longer bothered to surprise her. When I go home at night, I can't see hot meals and hot dishes, and I will complain that she is not virtuous enough; On weekends, instead of staying with her, I invited my friends to go clubbing, which is called enjoying my last single time. Her heart is all wrapped up in him, looking forward to his return every day. Finally, she began to wonder if he liked someone else. Why don't you stick to yourself all day like you did at the beginning? The result is quarrel, cold war and inevitable repetition.

He hates going home even more. His job is troublesome enough. Why did he face her cold face when he came home? She felt cold, but she didn't want to break up. I entrusted him with all my great youth. How can I give it up? So she started talking to him about getting married. Originally, it was a matter of course for every couple who wanted to last forever. However, he disagreed, his career was unfinished and he had no capital to get married. She thought it was because he didn't want to marry himself, so she looked for support everywhere, complained about his ingratitude, and even pressed him with her parents.

He was very angry. Men love face most. In his eyes, she became the executioner who deprived him of his freedom. He looked at her with disgust out of the corner of his eye. Where did the gentle and considerate woman with a clever smile go? Gradually, he felt that any girl outside was cuter than her. Finally, he moved on and stayed with a girl who was not as good-looking and knowledgeable as her. Breaking up is the inevitable outcome.

She couldn't understand why the man who promised to be happy all his life changed his mind so quickly. Why do you give your heart and soul, but you get fatal injuries?

Men also feel wronged. He didn't do it on purpose. At the beginning, he made up his mind to love her and join hands with her until he was old. However, her love unconsciously spoiled him, so that he could not see the value she paid. Her wholehearted love became a burden to him.

In fact, the game of love only has a win-win situation and a lose-lose situation. Those who fall in love first may not lose. However, love is too serious and persistent. Without diamond cut diamond, it is a failed game.

Three sad love stories: I just don't mention loving you.

Looking out of the window in the middle of winter is as unpredictable and unfathomable as the bottom of the sea, but a few lights in the distance bring some vitality to the night.

When the phone rang, I was shaking my head hard to get rid of the sudden chill. Xiao Na's voice came from the phone. Are you still awake? She is my girlfriend, at least I think she should be, although I can't come up with any evidence to support my idea at the moment. But I have decided that she is the one who can accompany me for a lifetime. It is not difficult for a young man like me to make such a decision. At the moment, hearing her concern, I almost fainted with happiness.

? Are you free tomorrow? She asked with some hesitation. I know tomorrow is her birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't been with her for a long time. Since I worked hard, I found that I lost many opportunities to be with her. I never gave her a day when young lovers promised each other, but I believe she understands me as much as I think she cares about me.

? I don't have time! ? I said this sentence to surprise her tomorrow, although it is really old-fashioned. I can't imagine her face after her invitation was rejected, but I believe this is the last time, because tomorrow, I will tell her my heart and let her stay with me forever.

The alarm clock screamed hysterically in my room and I immediately bounced out of bed like a frightened dog. The sun shines gently through the window, which makes people mistakenly think it is spring. Although I sleep late every night, I always feel radiant after washing and grooming. My biological clock often makes me proud.

At this moment, Wang Jue called. She is my best friend. She calls me almost every morning to bother me. I don't know where she got so much energy. No matter what happens, she always nags.

? Today is Xiao Na's birthday. Has she asked you out yet? She asked sincerely. ? Why should I tell you? Amid her protests, I quickly hung up and ran out of the house.

I carefully selected birthday presents in the street and jumped up as happy as a child who was about to succeed in a prank.

I can't wait to go to Xiao Na's place. The eyes of passers-by were attracted by a bunch of red roses in my arms, which made me feel a little embarrassed. I never sent flowers to Xiao Na, although she was very eager to get them, even if there was only one.

As soon as I came to the corner near Xiao Na's house, I saw her coming out of the room from a distance, and my heart was pounding. Can she imagine a boy standing in front of her with roses in his arms soon? I guessed, and I couldn't help grinning. Maybe that smile is too exaggerated. A child came up to me and almost cried with fear.

Xiao Na is particularly beautiful today. When a large bouquet of red roses suddenly appeared in front of her, the blush on her face betrayed her shyness and excitement. She looked at the boy behind the bouquet, her eyes full of joy and surprise, and more affectionate.

I was almost intoxicated by her smile. Then an indisputable fact was placed in front of me, which almost made me faint: I have been standing on that street corner, and Xiao Na is dozens of meters away from me. In front of her, there was a big bunch of roses and a boy, but it wasn't me and I didn't know that man-a strange face!

When I finally understood what was going on, Xiao Na and the man had disappeared.

My head is buzzing and everything around me is dark, as if I were in a train passing through a tunnel. My every movement becomes unconscious, but what I can control is the boiling liquid in my eyes, and I try not to let it slip.

Bright bouquet of roses fell to the ground, unable to conceal its fragility, and instantly turned into countless petals scattered on the ground with the wind, dazzling red flying all over the sky, I do not know where to go.

I took out a beautiful box from my arms, which was a birthday present for Xiao Na. At the moment, even the temperature above it is an unreserved irony to me.

? What's the matter with you? Don't even answer the phone. ? When Wang Jue met me, I had spent several days in alcohol and nicotine.

? Want you to take care of me Even I'm surprised that I can still talk.

? Didn't you tell Xiao Na that you liked her? Asked the baron.

? No, I just want her to have the freedom to choose forever.

? Did you get what you wanted? She asked.

? I knew you'd say? You don't have to have her to like someone, as long as she can be happy? You never say, how does she know you like her! She would never choose such uncertain feelings, Wang Jue roared.

? Why do you sound like a fortune teller? I said.

? Don't interrupt! In fact, you dare not confess at all. You are afraid of rejection. You are a coward! ?

I was silent. Although what she said may not be right, I am really speechless.

I looked up at the baron and was immediately startled. I don't understand why she is crying. Coward. Coward. Her voice kept echoing in the room.

In the later days, I went back to work day and night, not because I realized anything, but because it would make me forget a lot of things.

Xiao Na is engaged to that man and has seen many movies and novels. I know I should congratulate them generously. Accompanied by me is Wang Jue, who has been by my side recently, like a flea. She and Xiao Na are also good friends. Of course, she will go with me.

? The lover is married, and the groom is not you? How do you feel? At the gate of Xiao Na, Wang Jue asked me with a smile.

? Say it again and I'll knock out your front teeth! ? . I gave her a hard look.

That man looks ordinary, but he is very funny, and the atmosphere is relaxed by him. It's hard for me to vent my lovelorn pain on him.

I tried to make myself laugh and laugh, although I felt a little artificial, but it also covered up my embarrassment to some extent.

When everyone was joking, Xiao Na suddenly asked me in public. When did you start to like me?

I want to stay calm in front of everyone. From the first time I saw you, yes, it was love at first sight. ? Having said this, I still want to laugh, in order not to let everyone care too much about my words.

? That's bullshit！ ? Xiao Na blushed and smiled. Although she doesn't believe me, she is still a little shy.

? Really! ? I said,? If I saw you when you were born, you might like you too. ? Then I grinned again, deliberately making my laughter look obscene.

Everyone laughed, except Wang Jue. Maybe I look like a clown in her eyes at the moment.

? When did you stop liking me? Xiao Na some adamant4.

? I don't remember. ? This is a sentence that everyone can believe, and I hate to say it.

Wang Jue whispered to me:? Why can't you admit that you still like her? Coward. ?

Her words immediately aroused my anger. None of your business? I shocked four people with this sound.

Wang Jue got a fright, turned pale and left in tears.

Xiao Na said to me, What's the matter with you? Actually, Wang Jue has always liked you. ?

? What? I feel a little surprised.

? Hard to see?

? Don't say that. ? I, Yu Nu, don't say it.

? Listen to me, it's not easy to have someone who always likes you. Why don't you cherish it?

? Who are you to talk about me? ! ? As soon as the words came out, I regretted it. I was at a loss and ran out the door.

The night in the middle of winter is still so bleak that even some lights in the distance have disappeared without a trace. Looking up, the night outside the window is still as unfathomable as the bottom of the sea, making me feel deeper and deeper.

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