A short story of love
Selected 15 short stories about love. Short stories about love 1
"How have you been these past few days since we broke up?" He felt a little regretful when he knocked over.
A long time.
"Very good, are you okay?" She was a little sad.
"It's okay, I just miss you."
After he finished speaking, he became nervous and invisible, not daring to hesitate.
"Fool, I miss you too." She thought to herself, feeling heartbroken.
They were in tears on both sides of the computer. A short story about love 2
The teacher informed me that there will be a parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon.
My mother works part-time and I don’t know where she went.
I had to come to the construction site to find my father. The father carried the cement and poured it into the mixer.
In the afternoon, my father took leave and came to school.
At the meeting, the teacher asked the students to talk about their ideals.
His daughter stood up: My ideal is to invent a machine to pour cement into the mixer.
This way, my father doesn’t have to carry cement. The first-grade classroom was silent, and my father burst into tears. A short story about love 3
When people get along with each other, sincere care and dedication are rewarded with gratitude and happiness. Stories of love are happening everywhere around us, ranging from the love of parents, the care of teachers and classmates, to the hands of strangers and selfless volunteers. Because of everyone’s dedication, this place has become There is love everywhere in society and happiness everywhere.
Who has been doing my shit and peeing for me since I was a child, and has never left me until I grew up? Who took care of me and supported me when I was sad; who was there to alert me and remind me when I was successful and proud; who was there to accompany me and encourage me when I was lonely? Whose appearance seems to have added a pair of invisible wings to me, helping me fly higher, farther and wider? Who is both my perfect best friend and my number one hero; my number one dad and my conscientious teacher? That is my favorite family, classmates and teachers.
The hands of strangers provided me with the driving force to keep moving forward, irrigating my long-dried heart, and pulling my heart back from the annihilated game. Once, I suffered the pain of failure; once, I suffered the ravages of setbacks. It is him who encourages me to take steps forward and move forward again; it is he who encourages me to flap my wings and fly again. This great stranger is the noble person in my life. No matter it is raining or blowing, those people still work tirelessly to recycle resources in order to protect and care for the earth. This perseverance really makes me admire them and makes me determined to do it. Muster up the courage to join the ranks of resource recycling? The people who changed me were those selfless volunteers.
In fact, as long as you work hard and feel with your heart, you will find that little stories of love are everywhere, waiting for us to discover them. Of course, don’t forget to use your warmest care and gratitude to let them understand your thoughts and make them feel that their efforts are worth it. A short story about love 4
She and he were introduced to each other by friends, and they agreed at that time that if they both found someone more suitable than each other, they would let go.
One day, she called him and asked him: Have you found a girl you like?
He paused, he understood what she meant. Well, found it.
She said cheerfully on the other end of the phone, that’s great, I’ve found it too, let’s separate.
Putting down the phone, he sighed, why didn't you ask me who that girl was. A short story about love 5
She flipped through a diary, and the word friendship was written in big words on the first page.
On that cold windy day, the time spent together gradually became a little dim.
Time is slowly eroding our past.
Turn to the last line of the last page,
She wrote a sentence, "I always remember you, but you have forgotten me!"
< p> Then he closed the diary, threw it in a dusty box, and closed the lid.That is the lost friendship! A short story about love 6
The movie was released not long ago.
The man sitting in the front row chattered the plot of the movie to the girl next to him, and the girl listened patiently.
In the middle of the movie, I couldn’t help but tell the man to keep his voice down.
The man was about to say something but was stopped by the girl.
After the movie ended, I walked out of the cinema and saw the man holding the girl in front of him in despair.
Some people said that he would take her to watch a movie every week, even if she couldn't see it. A short story about love 7
Dear parents:
Hello! As we all know, summer is the season when primary and secondary school safety accidents occur frequently. Students accidentally drown outside school and encounter floods, thunderstorms, typhoons and other unfortunate accidents from time to time, causing huge harm and irreparable losses to families.
In order to ensure the safety of students, the school has carried out relevant education for students. At the same time, it requires the cooperation and support of parents to prevent and educate together to ensure the safety of their children. We hope that parents can do the following: < /p>
1. It is necessary to educate children not to swim in the water privately without the guidance of their parents, not to swim with classmates without authorization, not to swim in unsafe waters, and to prevent drowning incidents.
2. Do a good job in supervising and managing children during holidays and after school, and strengthen the supervision of children’s extra-school activities. We must effectively assume the responsibility of guardians, monitor children’s movements, and educate and supervise children.
3. Strengthen ties with schools and communities. It is necessary to cooperate with schools and urge village committees or relevant departments to set up safety warning signs on rivers, reservoirs, ponds, etc., and set up voluntary supervisors in accident-prone areas to ensure student safety.
4. There are more thunderstorms in summer. Please pay more attention to the weather forecast and cooperate with the school to protect your children from lightning strikes, typhoons, heavy rains, floods and other natural disasters, so as to enhance their self-prevention awareness and self-rescue ability. .
We hope that parents will pay attention to this education and work with the school to sound the safety alarm for their children. It is our greatest wish to ensure the personal safety of their children.
In addition, our school will hold a town-wide psychological open day event at 2:30 pm on May 30. Interested parents are welcome to return to school to participate in the event. We look forward to your visit! A short story about love 8
They were sweet and happy for seven years. From junior high school to university.
Living together after graduation and working. But he spent every day in quarrels.
She thought he was busy with work and had no time to accompany her. I think he makes less money. No big ambitions.
He thinks she doesn’t know how to do housework. I think she is always petty and jealous.
In the end, we parted ways. Growing old in regret with such a sweet past. A short story about love 9
In a Chinese teacher’s class in a certain school, students not only did not receive criticism when they made mistakes, but they “won” applause. If anyone interrupts during class, the whole class will applaud to "remind" him; if he is late, the whole class will greet him in unison; if anyone makes trouble during recess, the teacher will invite him to be the "little administrator" , lead the whole class by example; whoever does not do the exercises seriously will be asked to come on stage to lead the exercises; whoever spits without bringing a tissue will be assigned to write "Tissue Paper, I Want to Say to You..." and read it to everyone.
On campus, "rewards" have also become a kind of clever education. The teacher believes that a burst of laughter is more effective than a burst of scolding. Empathy is easier for children to accept and remember better. A short story about love 10
The first day he met her, he fell in love with her at first sight, and later they fell in love smoothly.
Later one day, he couldn't help but ask: "I heard that you were very cold before we met, is that true?"
"Yes."
< p> "Why?""Because I want to ensure that I stay single when I meet you." She said with a smile.
He held her in his arms. A short story about love 11
She met him in a coffee shop. She is a waiter. He is a guest.
Every time he comes to the coffee shop, she is the one who entertains him. She loves him. But he doesn't know.
He is a rich man. She's just a waitress. So she didn't dare tell him.
This time, he came again, and she entertained him, but he asked her to sit down and said: "Every time I come here, it is for you. I finally plucked up the courage to tell you. . I love you." A short story about love 12
He fell in love with her by chance.
Every day he waited for her avatar to be colored.
But he has never dared to face it or simply say: I love you.
He became silent. When he opened QQ, he would always say: Colored avatars are more tragic than gray avatars, such as turning a blind eye.
Once, the colorful avatar shook, and when opened, there was only: I love you. Short stories about love 13
1. Warm winter night
The warmest winter night in the world A couple had an only son. One day, the father said to his son who broke the contract: "If you break the contract again, I will lock you in a cold attic." But the son broke the contract again. That night, the couple sent their son to the cold attic, but could not sleep. The wife realized her husband's fragile heart and said, "You may feel distressed, but if you take your son down from upstairs now, your son will not listen to you in the future." The husband said, "You are right. But my son It's so cold and scary now." The husband quietly got out of bed and walked to the attic.
In the cold attic, my son curled up on the hard floor and fell asleep. The father gently lay next to his son and let his son rest on his arm... The young son burst into tears. Dear brothers and sisters, isn’t this the warmest winter night?
2. Inspiration of love
A long time ago, in a factory in Naples, Italy, a young man dreamed of becoming a great singer. After many difficulties, he finally took his first vocal lesson.
But the teacher said to him sternly: "You have no qualifications as a singer. Your voice is like the wind in the doorway." The boy's mother hugged her disappointed son tightly and said: "Son, you can do it! Don't be disappointed "My mother wants you to learn vocal music at all costs." The boy practiced singing hard with his mother's encouragement. This boy later became a world-famous singer, he was Enrico. Caruso. A word of love inspiration can change a person's life, so how do you treat the people around you?
3. Love is spent together
There was a particularly busy father who finally took a vacation. Because he could not resist his son's pleading, he had to accompany his son to go fishing. That night, my father wrote in his diary: "I wasted a precious day today by going out to play with my son." But the son wrote in his diary: "I went fishing with my father today. This is my happiest and happiest day." ”
All fathers, you must understand: love is actually about spending time together. Any plans for this weekend? Please express your love for your family!
4. Alexander's portrait
A painter received an order from the king to paint a portrait of Alexander the Great. He was particularly distressed because Alexander the Great had an ugly scar on his forehead. On the one hand, he didn't want to trace the scar carefully, because it would undermine the majesty of the emperor. But on the other hand, if the scar is not painted, it will be a fraud and the artist's reputation will be tarnished. After worrying for a long time, he finally came up with a clever plan. Finally, he painted a portrait of Alexander the Great resting peacefully with his hand on his forehead.
Have you seen other people’s wounds? Should we find ways to cover up other people's flaws? The Bible says: Love covers a multitude of sins. A short story about love 14
1. A short story about love
My grandma suffered from Alzheimer’s disease and could not take care of herself. In the end, she no longer knew everyone. Her grandson persuaded her to Grandpa looked for a nanny, but he said: "I don't trust others to take care of me. Besides, young couples always come to keep me company." "But grandma doesn't know you anymore!" Grandpa was silent for a while and said, "But I know her!" < /p>
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In the bathroom, an old man was helped by his middle-aged son to sit down. The son whispered: "Dad, I'll take off my clothes first, and I'll help you later." The old man nodded obediently and sat quietly. At this time, someone next to him said: "The old man has many clothes and it is slow to take them off. Hurry up and help him first." The son said formally: "If you ask the old man to wait for me, won't you freeze the old man?" For a while, the bathroom was so quiet. surprisingly.
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“Then you can send me to my mother’s place. But uncle, my mother lives far away from here.”
“I wouldn’t have carried you if I had known better.” The gentleman said jokingly.
The gentleman kept driving as the little girl said. Unexpectedly, after walking out of the main road in the city, he followed the winding mountain road and came to the cemetery. The little girl placed the flowers next to a new grave. She walked a long way to present a rose to her mother who had just passed away a month ago.
The gentleman sent the little girl home and then returned to the flower shop again. He canceled the bouquet he wanted to send to his mother, and instead bought a large bouquet of flowers and went straight to his mother's home, which was five hours' drive away. He wanted to present the flowers to her in person.
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There is a middle-aged postman in a small village. He has been traveling fifty kilometers back and forth every day since he was just twenty years old. Stories of joy and sorrow are delivered to residents' homes day after day. Twenty years have passed by like this, and people and things have changed several times, but the road from the post office to the village has never had a branch or a leaf from the past to the present. As far as the eye can see, there is only flying dust.
"How long do we have to walk on such a desolate road?"
When he thought about having to spend his life on a bicycle on this dusty road without flowers or trees, , there is always some regret in my heart.
One day when he finished delivering the letter and was about to go back with a lot of worries, he happened to pass by a flower shop. "By the way, this is it!" He walked into the flower shop, bought a handful of wildflower seeds, and starting from the next day, he took these seeds and spread them on the road. In this way, after one day, two days, one month, two months... he continued to spread wildflower seeds.
Not long after, the desolate road that had been walked back and forth for twenty years actually bloomed with many small red and yellow flowers; summer flowers bloomed in summer, autumn flowers bloomed in autumn, and they bloomed in all seasons. Never stop.
The scent of seeds and flowers makes people in the village more happy than any piece of mail that the postman can deliver in his lifetime.
The postman who whistles and rides his bicycle on the road that is not full of dust but full of flower petals is no longer a lonely postman, nor a sad postman.
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There lived a mother and daughter in a remote hut in a small village in the countryside. The mother was so afraid of being stolen that she would always put her doorknob on the door at night. The daughter is tired of the boring and unchanging rural life like a landscape painting. She yearns for the city and wants to see the gorgeous world she imagined through the radio.
One morning, the daughter left her mother in pursuit of that illusory dream. She secretly ran away from home while her mother was sleeping.
"Mom, just pretend you don't have me as your daughter." Unfortunately, the world is not as beautiful as she imagined. She unknowingly fell into depravity and fell into the mud from which she could not extricate herself. , then she realized her mistake.
"Mom!" Ten years later, the grown-up daughter returned to her hometown with a wounded heart and an embarrassed body.
It was late at night when she returned home, and the faint light seeped through the crack in the door. She knocked lightly on the door, but suddenly felt an ominous premonition. Her daughter was startled when she opened the door. "It's strange. Mother has never forgotten to lock the door before." Mother's thin body curled up on the cold floor and fell asleep with a distressing look.
"Mom...Mom..." Hearing her daughter's cry, the mother opened her eyes and hugged her daughter's tired shoulders without saying a word. After crying in her mother's arms for a long time, her daughter suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Mom, why didn't you lock the door today? What if someone breaks in?"
The mother replied: "It's not just today. I was afraid that you might not be able to enter the house when you suddenly come back at night, so the door has never been locked for ten years."
The mother has been waiting for her daughter to come back for ten years, and the furnishings in her daughter's room remain the same as before. That night, mother and daughter returned to how they were ten years ago, locked the door tightly and fell asleep.
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In that poor era, many students often did not even have the ability to bring a decent lunch box to school. The classmate next to me That's it. His meals are always black tempeh, but my lunch boxes often contain ham and poached eggs. There is a huge difference between the two.
And this classmate would pick out the hair from his lunch box first and then eat his lunch as if nothing had happened. This uncomfortable discovery persisted.
“It shows how sloppy his mother is, she actually has hair in her food every day.” The students were discussing privately. In order to take into account the self-esteem of my classmates, but not to show it, I always felt dirty, so my impression of this classmate began to be greatly reduced. One day after school, my classmate stopped me and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can go to my house to play." Although I was reluctant, it was the first time since I was in the same class that he invited me to play at home, so I didn't I had the nerve to refuse him.
I followed my friends to a slum village located on the steepest terrain in Seoul.
"Mom, I brought my friends here." After hearing the excited voices of my classmates, the door opened. His elderly mother appeared at the door.
"My son's friend is here, let me take a look." But the classmate's mother who walked out of the room just touched the beams outside the door with her hands. It turns out that she is blind.
I felt a sore nose and couldn't say a word. Although his classmate’s lunch box is served with black beans as usual every day, it is his invisible mother who carefully packs the lunch box for him. It is not just a lunch, but also full of love from his mother, even the hair mixed in it. , is also a mother's love.
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He is a single father, raising a seven-year-old boy alone. Whenever his child came back injured after playing with his friends, he felt particularly deeply about the shortcomings left by his deceased wife, and could not help but feel sad murmurs in his heart. This is what happened on the day he left his children on a business trip. Because he had to catch the train and had no time to have breakfast with his children, he left the house in a hurry.
Along the way, I was worried about whether the child would eat or not, and whether he would cry. I couldn’t let go. Even after arriving at the business trip, I still call home from time to time. But the child always asked him sensibly not to worry. However, because of worries and uneasiness in his heart, he hastily dealt with the matter and set off on his way home. When he got home, the child was already asleep, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The exhaustion from the journey made him weak. When I was getting ready to go to bed, I was suddenly shocked: there was an overturned bowl of instant noodles under the quilt!
"This kid!" In anger, he hit his sleeping son on the buttocks hard.
"Why are you so naughty and make dad angry? Are you so naughty that you mess up the quilt? Who are you going to wash?" This was the first time he physically punished his child after his wife passed away.
"I'm not..." the child sobbed and defended: "I'm not naughty, this...this is dinner for daddy."
It turns out that the child was trying to cooperate with his daddy When I got home, I made two bowls of instant noodles, one for myself and the other for my dad. But because I was afraid that my father's bowl of noodles would get cold, I put it under the quilt to keep it warm.
After hearing this, the father hugged the child tightly without saying a word. Looking at the remaining half of the soaked instant noodles in the bowl: "Ah! My child, this is the most... most delicious instant noodles in the world!" A short story about love 15
Here in New York Driving a taxi in a big city is bound to be filled with many interesting or strange experiences. Taxis take passengers from one place to another, facing all kinds of people and all kinds of requests.
A taxi driver in New York received a strange call from a passenger one day. The experience left a deep impression on him and made him feel emotional for a long time, so he shared the experience anonymously on the Internet.
I received a call and had to go to an address to pick up passengers. After arriving at the location, I honked the horn but no one came out. I called, but the call didn't go through. I started to get a little impatient.
This is the last order I am going to take in the afternoon, and it will be time for rest soon. I had almost given up and was ready to drive away. But in the end, after thinking about it, I decided to stay.
After waiting for a while, I got out of the car and rang the doorbell. Not long after, I heard an old, weak voice say: "Please wait a moment."
I waited at the door for a while, and then the door slowly opened. I saw a petite old lady standing there, I guessed she was at least 90 years old. She held a small suitcase in her hand.
I glanced inside and was surprised to see the scene inside the apartment. It looked almost uninhabited, all the furniture was covered with cloth, the walls were bare, no clock, no decorations, no photos or paintings, nothing.
I only saw a box piled in the corner, filled with old photos and souvenirs.
"Young man, could you please help me get my suitcase into the car?" the old lady said.
After I put the luggage in the trunk, I came back and held her arm, leading her slowly downstairs to the car. She thanked me for my help.
"It should be." I said, "I treat passengers like my own mother."
The old lady smiled, "Oh, you are really nice. ”
She got into the car, gave me an address, and asked me not to take the road downtown.
"But then we will keep taking a detour." I said to her.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not in a hurry." She replied, "I'm going to a hospice."
I was a little surprised by what she said.
"Isn't a hospice a place where the elderly wait to die?" I thought to myself.
"I have no relatives." The old lady continued, "The doctor said I don't have much time left."
At that moment, I decided to turn off the odometer. "So how should I go?" I asked.
..... As a result, we spent the next two hours traveling around the suburbs of the city.
In the car, she pointed out to me the restaurant where she had worked as a counter. We passed many different places, the house where she and her husband lived in their early years, and a dance club where she went to in her youth. When passing certain streets, she would also ask me to drive slower and look out of the window curiously without saying anything.
We walked around almost the whole afternoon and evening, until the old lady finally said: "I'm tired, let's go to our destination."
On the way to the nursing home, we said No words were spoken.
The hospice is smaller than I thought. Upon arrival, two nurses came out to greet us. They brought a wheelchair and I carried the old lady’s luggage.
"How much is the total price of this train?" she asked, looking for her handbag.
"No money." I answered.
“But you also have to support your family.” The old lady said.
"There will be other passengers." I said to her with a smile.
I barely had time to think before I gave her a hug. She hugged me tightly, "You made an old man who has almost reached the last few steps of his life feel very happy. Thank you." She said with red eyes.
I shook hands with her and said goodbye. On the way back, I found myself wandering aimlessly around the city center. I didn't want to talk to anyone and couldn't muster the spirit to fly. I keep thinking, what if I hadn’t waited for her? What if I couldn’t find anyone and just drove away?
Now when I think back to that day, I still believe that I Made important and correct decisions.
In our lives, we are always bombarded with busyness. We have more “important” things to do, and they need to be done faster and more efficiently. But this old lady made me truly appreciate that quiet and meaningful moment. At the same time, it also makes me sad, the loneliness and sadness in the last journey of life.
We all must spend time with ourselves and enjoy our lives. We should all wait more patiently before rushing to honk our horns. Then maybe we'll see what really matters.