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found this "love letter" (please forgive me for using this word. From beginning to end, I think it is just a cute card. But it is because my son repeatedly emphasized that it is a "love letter", so I described it like this) for a long time. It was turned out on my son's messy desk. There was no complicated emotions such as other parents in my heart, such as shock, surprise, anxiety, suspicion, etc., but there was a little joy, a little funny, and even a little hope.
did not ask the origin of my son's card, and continued to drown it in the mess on the desk. Until one day, he pretended to find it unconsciously in front of his son, pretended to open it unconsciously, and asked quietly: Son, what is this?
The son looked calm: Xiao Ma’s love letter was written by her classmate! My son often underestimates such things and all belong to the "cat and dog model". He said calmly, as if he was a sophisticated, mature and steady adult.
When asked about the origin of this love letter, his son said it was written by Xiao Ma in the class. He was discovered by the math teacher and read it aloud in front of the whole class. The whole class burst into laughter.
My son talked calmly, and I was thrilling to hear it - you should know that the little bit of the child's emotions was poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, which was no less than being in an ice cave in the cold weather. I felt uncomfortable for that innocent child. If it were my child, I would definitely not accept the teacher's approach.
In my heart, there is a little bit of hope - I hope that such a lovely love letter comes from my son's handwriting. I don't want my son to fall into the so-called "early love", but I hope he can grow into a man who is full of heart, rich in emotions, and can speak out "I like you" loudly.
From beginning to end, my son never admitted that it was his own work and he always described this matter in a relaxed tone. I carefully examined my son's expression, but did not dare to explore it too much, for fear of arousing unnecessary anger, so that he would never talk to me about such a topic so easily and ease again.
The son said: That Xiao Ma looked like that, and he still thought that anyone liked him? However, the words in this love letter are well written, much better than his usual words. After that, I said: That's true. There are many students in our class who write very similar words to those I write, which makes me unable to explain clearly. I teased him: Even if you write it well, I feel very cute. My son looked at me in surprise and asked: Why? I said: Like it means like it, nothing is funny. The conversation like
was surrounded by the mother and son. It seemed to be quiet and gentle. I was actually nervous. I felt that I couldn't control the limit and didn't know the depth of it. If I didn't say it, I was a little worried; if I said it, I was even more worried - I was originally ignorant, but maybe it attracted attention.
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After those ignorant years, I have heard many real stories, and seen too many other people's feelings, and then I understand: what should come will always come. The way to cover my eyes does not mean that I will not understand without seeing it.
In fact, adults are shocked, as if they had never been moved by anyone back then, as if children should not know "what love in the world is", it seems that adults' feelings are just for granted. Once children talk about feelings, they are like beasts, and they should not be underestimated and must be prepared for them.
I remembered that we should have been like this back then. We were foolishly and self-righteously weaving a fairy tale of love. In the diary, one person was moved, one person was sad, and one person recorded the sadness and love of the four seasons of two people - I thought it was because of him, but I only realized many years later that it was just because of that innocent era, and what was written down was just one person's sadness and love of the four seasons.
This is the real "love does not know where it arises, but it goes deeper; love does not know where it ends, but it goes dangerously."Maybe I will have the chance to say it many years later, maybe my life is buried in my heart and no one knows it. But that initial thought is indeed the most true, pure, heart and no distractions. When I was in junior high school, there was a senior sister who was one year older than me, but she always liked to talk to me about her little secrets, let me see the poems she wrote on her arms, and the plum blossoms she drew on her wrist when she was sad. Because she was dyed over and over with ink, it had penetrated into the texture like a tattoo and would never fade.
At that time, I was a taciturn child, and I often liked to play with the deepness of her face without changing my face. I listened to her talk about her complex mood expressionlessly, and looked at the ink plum blossoms on her wrist expressionlessly, and my heart The shock inside is endless - it is really hard to understand that a person can reach such a level of love for a person, and it is a person's sorrow and joy, and the other person has never responded.
I think it was because my face was not changing, so I gave the senior sister the courage to tell her thoughts easily and freely - she didn't need anyone to understand, she just needed to listen alone, she just needed to weave her own thoughts into stories, but she just needed to move her own thoughts.
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Thinking of when I was young, there was an apricot tree in the garden. When the trees were full of apricot flowers fell one after another, a small green apricot was selected from among many apricots that were not as big as a finger. Every day I went to see if it had grown up. The sun and earth stared at it from small to large, from green to red, slowly exuding the fragrance of ripening. Deep in my heart, I felt that the apricots in the tree belonged to me, and they grew up slowly as I listened to what I said.
However, one morning, when I woke up and ran over to see my apricots, I found that it was missing. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Everyone in my family said: Do you eat the apricots in the tree? I just felt sad - the apricots that belonged to me were missing.
In fact, from beginning to end, I never planned to eat it. I just hoped that it would grow up and mature quickly from the bottom of my heart. I was waiting for the happiness of slowly growing up, and I didn't know how to face it after it grew up.
is like the extremely profound thought of the senior sister. She just likes the feeling of silently liking someone like this, and she doesn't know what the future will be like, and she doesn't plan the future. She just likes to like him silently now.
is often frightened by it, not knowing where her thoughts will go. But the result of being frightened is that as time goes by, everything passes indifferently, as if it has never happened. Fortunately, no one knows, but no one publicizes it, but a person's love ends in vain.
Such feelings cannot be called "love", but it is just a season of growth. A little special feeling is tied to a period of time, weaving into a relationship, interpreted by oneself alone, has nothing to do with others, and has nothing to do with love.
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Maybe everyone has had such a time, and once had such a kind of stingy like, secretly holding it, and dare not say that it is known to others. Every girl should have received a card like this with a boy's sincere intention. Are you worried or secretly happy? Do you ignore it or sneer? Do you put it on the shelf or abandon it?
No matter what, the heart of any person is worthy of respect, and every relationship must be cherished, especially the pure love of a child is even more precious. I was probably a little nervous and helpless when I was in it at that time, but now it is a wonderful memory when I think about it.
Actually, deep down I am looking forward to receiving love letters written to me by others, but I have never had such a happy time in my life. Therefore, I doubt life and doubt whether there is really such unforgettable love in this world?
I have seen a story like this: a boy and a girl grew up together. Unfortunately, the boy was terminally ill, and the girl went to the hospital every day to accompany the boy.The boy said: I have learned to write seal characters. If you read a poem, I will write it to you in seal characters. In this way, I read it alone and wrote it alone, and wrote a lot, and was collected by the girls as a souvenir.
More than 6 years later, many of the incomprehensible poems were discovered by my daughter's boyfriend who studied calligraphy. Only then did I realize that every word and sentence of the original word was written in large seal script - because I love you, I can't tell you my thoughts and can't bear to let you get too much in touch; however, I still want to say my love for you and let it accompany you through the rest of my life.
is often moved by other people's stories. Reading their touching love letters, imagining the love that geese letters are like a short love and a long and eager to see? "If you want to send colorful papers and simple lines, you will know where you know the mountains and rivers are vast." The love in the past was so beautiful, and the words in white and black are told in a leisurely manner. The people are deeply in love, and the people are excited when they see it. "Fish books and butterflies dream two ups and downs", and it is a true love that remains in the years.
is willing to write love letters to you, and those who write love letters for you are all expressing true feelings, and people with romantic feelings. They write a pure love and worship of love. There is no blasphemy or distracting thoughts in their eyes.
The germination of a relationship requires time, connotation, recognition, and two-way journey. The so-called "love letter" is like this, carrying the thoughts of two people coming and going, and what they write is longing, and what they understand is love.
A person's heart is hard to count, it cannot be called "love", and it cannot rise to the height of "love". What is written is nothing more than a thought that cannot be expressed; the colored paper and fish book transmission of two people is "remaining the wish of love".
"The word "lovesickness" on Xue Tao's paper is reopened and folded again." A Fang Shenger, folded and folded for you; a new song cannot fully express the meaning of lovesickness, who can tell this lovesickness? If you love someone, you will be willing to write your lovesickness and write your love in a chapter, and slowly tell it to you.
send you a love letter, hoping that you will know my heart and understand my intentions, and do not neglect your doubts or neglect. "Turn my heart, and for your heart, you will know that we will remember each other deeply." I wrote about your lovesickness, I just wish that there is a letter to the tide, the sound of the geese, and a little lovesickness sent to the clouds.
