Ask for a touching romance drama script for about an hour

A: The two of us love each other so much. b：

B: It's all my fault, I forgot to close the door last time.

It is a literary form, which is the textual basis for the creation of dramatic art, and the choreographer and actors perform according to the script. Words similar to scripts also include scripts, plays, and so on.

It is mainly in the form of endorsement, and the literary style of the storyline is expressed. The most important thing in the writing of a script is that it can be performed on the stage, and the theatrical text is not considered to be the completion of art, but can only be said to be half completed, and it is used for stage performance to be the final artistic presentation, which is called "script" (i.e., "performance text" or "performance script").

A: I'm sorry I did such a stupid thing. b：

(A's nickname) little fool. We say yes, we can't say sorry to each other, never. a：

Bow down) but....I can't even forgive myself. B: (holding A's face) Do you know that the world changes every day, and people change, but we are friends, good friends, and this is a fact that will not change and cannot be changed.

So, how can I bear to blame me for being so good to you. A: (almost crying) B:

Hug A) (softly) Snot let my shoulder take it for you, stupid.

Why are you leaving?

To love him or her is to make him happy, you said.

About 10,000 words of a compact plot 6,000 of a dance with ** is not compact.

There are many types of wild vegetables, such as marantou, plantain, lichen, ......You can say a lot of things casually. But who knew that behind the small wild vegetables, there was such a tear-jerking story hidden.

There is such a grandmother who went to the city to visit her granddaughter. The family was so happy that they left the old man behind. One day, my granddaughter was shopping with my grandmother, and I saw a vendor selling wild vegetables for a small handful of two yuan.

The granddaughter told her grandmother that wild vegetables are now expensive, and some people in the city would rather not eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas than eat a small plate of wild vegetables. Grandma smiled, she said, "Granddaughter, if you go to my house one day, I will make you wild vegetable dumplings to eat."

Our wild plants, big patches of them. The granddaughter happily agreed, and that evening, the grandmother went back to the countryside, and she couldn't stay.

A year has passed, and my granddaughter is busy and has not come back.

Two years have passed, and my granddaughter is busy, but she still hasn't come back.

In the third year, her granddaughter suddenly received an urgent telegram saying that her grandmother was critically ill and wanted to see her before she died. The granddaughter hurried over in a hurry, and as soon as she entered the house, she saw handfuls of wild vegetables, both dried and fresh, on the ground, and hanging from the beams of the house. There were still dozens of wrapped dumplings on the table, and the skin was almost dry, and the granddaughter cooked the dozens of wrapped dumplings with tears in her eyes, and put two bowls, one bowl in front of her grandmother, and one bowl with her hands, sitting in front of her grandmother, sobbing.

Every time she took a bite, she said, "Grandma, I have eaten the dumplings you made for me, they are so delicious." ”

Grandma's open eyes slowly closed, but there was a happy smile on her face.

An uncle told her: "Since your grandmother came back from the city, she has been digging wild vegetables every day, rain or shine. Once, your grandmother dug half a basket of wild vegetables, and suddenly fainted on the side of the road, and when she woke up, she held on and dug up the other half of the basket of wild vegetables...

The uncle covered his face with his hands, choked up, and couldn't speak.

Another sister-in-law followed the uncle's words and said, "Your grandmother is critically ill, and she is still lying on the kang and making dumplings for you." She always said, 'My granddaughter is still waiting to eat my dumplings.' Sometimes, when she is a little sicker, she leans against the threshold and waits for you to come back. ”

When the granddaughter heard this, tears rained down.

Seeing this, tears slid down my face and dripped onto the back of my hand. Yes, grandma's love, earth-shattering, ghosts crying!

In Eastern Europe, there is a rift in the relationship between mother and daughter, and the 13-year-old daughter has always believed that her mother's humble status has made her unable to hold her head up in front of others. The mother is busy and hard all day long, and she cannot make her daughter happy. In February 2002, the mother invited her daughter to ski in the Alps, a move that of course wanted to make her happy.

The mother and son were skiing and got lost due to their lack of experience and strayed off the slopes, and suffered a terrible avalanche. The mother and daughter struggled in the snowy mountains for two days and two nights, and several times they saw the helicopters that came to search for them, but they were difficult to find because they were wearing silver-gray ski suits. Finally, the daughter passed out due to physical exhaustion, and woke up to find herself lying in the hospital, and her mother was no longer alive.

The doctor told her that it was her mother who saved her life. It turned out that it was the mother who cut her artery and crawled in the snow, staining the snow red with her own blood, so the helicopter found the target.