Memories of love memories in my heart 40

If so, I would like to ask when was your happiest date?

Maybe a romantic evening with a walk under the stars; Or join together for an exciting ** meeting. Whatever the case may be, it will be a precious and beautiful memory for you. If you still remember the scene, you might as well write it down, save this memory, and hope that it will always accompany you on the road of love, and become the warmest moment in your life.

If you don't mind, can you share a specific scenario?

I'd love to find out what your happiest date looks like. Maybe the atmosphere was so romantic, or maybe it was so funny. Maybe you've had a fulfilling and enjoyable weekend together, or maybe you're celebrating together on a special holiday.

Maybe you've taken a trip to an unfamiliar city and explored new sights and cuisines. Or just relax on the beach and enjoy the sun, sand and waves. Maybe you're participating in a sporting activity together, such as playing basketball, swimming, or hiking, and you're feeling each other's strength and understanding.

No matter what the scene is, I'm sure you have a lot of good memories and stories. At the same time, I would like to remind you to cherish these wonderful memories and continue to create more beautiful sail moments. In love, memories are our precious treasure and the bond between us and our partner.

Our youth slowly fades with time, and those youthful love stories drift away with our youth. Yes, I want to go back to the past, I want to be naïve again, I want to be brave again, I want to see if the people in the story are smiling as before, I want to know if we would have missed each other in our lives if we hadn't given up easily, I wondered...

It's just that we can't go back. It's because we don't know how to love, and it's because we don't know how to per Goodbye, but for a lifetime.

It's been ten years, and it's been such a long time since they each other, growing up and being happy in each of the two worlds without any intersection. The former vows are only preserved in memories, and they flow to the softest place in the heart with the years. Occasionally, when I hear that familiar name, I will have a faint sourness, my eyes will wander, and I miss it from anyone.

Our happiness is forgotten in**.

Meeting again is like a world away, remembering the past and our love together. The past is like a time machine slowly going backwards, clearly presented one by one, as if laughter is still in the ears, as if returning to the self who sat quietly under the willow tree, thinking lightly and melancholy. It's as if you see the warm sunlight on that basketball court in the morning, sprinkled on your white face.

As if everything hadn't gone far, it was still yesterday.

I open my scars, and the pain makes you see. You said it would be distressing. I began to regret that I didn't hold back my words, and that I shouldn't have told you.

But only you can talk to me and understand me. I'd love to tell you that I'm doing well and I'm at peace now. Because you're happy, that's fine.

We need to take our responsibilities and stick to our choices. So, if we are unfamiliar, maybe this is the best way for us to get along. I'll remember that you owe me a film pact.

"There is only a mother in the world who is good ......This is the lyrics of the world's popular song "Only Mom is Good in the World", yes, only Mom is good in the world. My mother's love for me is like a warm snow, which cannot be replaced.

My mother is like a great immortal, who brings light to me, but deprives me of my troubles and pains and allows myself to "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves the people, bringing success and sunshine to me, but blocking failures and wind and rain and letting myself bear it; Mom is still like a selfless nanny, snatching my affairs and my burdens away and letting herself carry ......All in all, my mother is like a goddess of luck, giving me happiness, success, and ease, but holding sadness, failure, and burden in her own hands.

I love my mom, however, my mom loves me even more.

On a snowy day, the ground is frozen three feet, people walking on it is harsh, as long as you are not careful, you will fall a dog and eat, it was at noon when school was out, I remember that I was only in the first grade, our class against the biting northwest wind, and the snow into the bones out of the school gate, the ground is particularly slippery, like smeared with oil, I am afraid of slipping, walking carefully, suddenly, I heard someone calling me, I fixed my eyes and looked, my mother is in front of the left, I am like looking for a ray of light in the dark, Happy like a bird, three times five divided by two jumped in front of the mother, "Mom! Mom! I exclaimed.

Mom smiled happily, seeing that a layer of white snow had fallen on my mother's head, a smile had already appeared on her anxious face, and the snow seemed to be melted by family affection all of a sudden, and I asked curiously: "Mom, why are you here?" Mom winked mischievously and said

Isn't there a companion for the two of us to walk together, aren't we afraid of falling? I said with confidence, "I'm not afraid, let me protect you!"

So, when my mother and I went home with our arms, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I came home alone, not that I would fall, for my mother's sake, which had been eroded by the wind and snow for twenty minutes, and I was so naïve.

Now, when the old things are opened, there are different opinions, and my mother's affection for me is growing day by day, and her love for me is no longer expressed.

Mother's love is like a warm snow.

Song Title: Memories of Love.

Singer: Cui Taojing.

**: Chinese original soundtrack.

Memories of love. Word: Masquerade.

Song: Bronze mask.

Singing: Bronze masquerade.

Love. Does anyone understand.

It turned into sorrow.

The unclear entanglement.

Until each other is hurt.

Feeling. How can you tell.

In the end, that one changes the heart.

Do. It's not clear who is right and who is wrong. Straight. Arrive.

Each other is tired.

Love. There will be no one who is wrong and who is right.

Do you want to fly separately in the end?

Memories become scarred.

only to find that he was speechless and heartbroken.

Love. It's not a sad experience.

In the end, there will be no tears left.

Eyes on you. Tears of sadness.

Cuddle into your arms. The taste of numbness.

Feeling. How can you tell.

In the end, that one changes the heart.

I can't figure out who is right and who is wrong.

Until. Each other is tired.

Love. There will be no one who is wrong and who is right.

Do you want to fly separately in the end?

Memories become scarred.

only to find that he was speechless and heartbroken.

Love. It's not a sad experience.

In the end, there will be no tears left.

Eyes on you. Tears of sadness.

Cuddle into your arms. The taste of numbness.

Love. There will be no one who is wrong and who is right.

Do you want to fly separately in the end?

Memories become scarred.

only to find that he was speechless and heartbroken.

Love. It's not a sad experience.

In the end, there will be no tears left.

Eyes on you. Tears of sadness.

Cuddle into your arms. The taste of numbness.

Only to find that everything had burned to ashes.