Desperate for a touching conversation between an elderly couple, thank you 50

Although old, it is still the most beautiful.

What kind of parting does a couple refer to? Is that line a conversation between two people?

When I left, I thought that it was the leaves that left the leaves, not the abandonment of the leaves, but the call of the wind.

Broke up. Don't think of me. You must be happier than I am.

Parting? Is it the parting of a breakup, or the parting of a party when one of them is going to a distant place?

What I miss is not you, but the fatal past you gave.

Meeting you is the most beautiful thing in my life ...

Boss Fei pays attention to a person and why.

M: I can't bear you. The woman said coldly

I give you up. M: I hope you will give me another chance to love you again.

F: Forget it, the first love is beautiful. It's like a dazzling firework that passes and never returns.

The man said lightly: I respect your decision. The woman looked at the man's back, turned around and burst into tears, and the woman said sadly

I want you to be happier than I am!

Actress Liu Xiaoqing limped into the studio, and the director came up to ask for warmth.

Director: "Oh, Sister Xiaoqing, what's wrong with your foot?" ”

Liu Xiaoqing: "Don't mention it, I walked carelessly today and hit my face on the glass door!" ”

Director: "Why is my face fine, but my foot is injured?" ”

Liu Xiaoqing: "A piece of foundation fell off and hit my feet!" ”

A story of a girl who will cry when she sees it, and a boy who will be silent There is such a couple. The girl is very beautiful, very understanding, and occasionally comes up with some bad ideas to play on the boy. The boy is very smart and sensible, the main thing.

Strong sense of humor. You can always find a way to make a girl laugh when you get along with two people. Girls love the optimism of boys.

They have always gotten along well, and the girl's feelings for the boy are faint, saying that the boy is like her own relatives.

Boys love girls very much and care very, very much about her. So whenever there is a quarrel, the boy will say that he is not good, his own fault. He said so even sometimes when he really didn't blame him. He didn't want the girl to be angry.

Five years later, the boy still loves the girl as much as he did at the beginning.

One weekend, the girl went out on errands, and the boy was going to look for her, but when he heard that she was in trouble, he dismissed the idea. He stayed at home for a day, he didn't contact the girl, he felt that the girl had been busy and it was not good for him to bother him.

Who knew that when the girl was busy, she was still thinking about the boy, but she didn't hear from the boy one day, and she was very angry. When I got home in the evening, I sent a message to the boy with a lot of words. There was even a mention of a breakup. It was 12 p.m.

The boy was so anxious that he called the girl's mobile phone, called 3 times in a row, and hung up. No one answered the ** at home, guessing that the girl pulled out the ** line. The boy grabbed his clothes and went out, he was going to the girl's house. It was 12:25

The girl received the boy's ** again at 12:40, and she hung up again when she called from her mobile phone.

Nothing was said all night. The boy didn't hit the girl again.

On the second day, the girl received ** from the boy's mother, and ** there were tears. The boy was in a car accident last night. **It was said that the speed of the car was too fast, and the brakes were not sharp, and it hit a large truck that broke down in the middle of the road. By the time the ambulance arrived, the person was gone.

The girl's heart hurt so much that she couldn't cry, but it was useless to regret it. She can only remember the joy and happiness that the boy brought her from the bits and pieces of memories.

The girl endured her grief and made it to the parking lot of the accident car, and she wanted to see the last place where the boy had been. The car has been hit and completely out of shape. On the steering wheel, on the dashboard, there were also stains of the boy's blood.

The boy's mother gave the girl the belongings of the boy at the time, the wallet, the watch, and the mobile phone stained with the boy's blood. The girl opened her purse, and there was her ** inside, and most of it was soaked with blood.

When the girl picked up the boy's watch, she was surprised to find that the hands of the watch stopped near 12:35.

The girl instantly understood that the boy used his last strength to hit her ** after the accident, but she herself didn't answer because she was still blocking air. The boy didn't have the strength to dial the second ** anymore, and he went away with infinite affection and guilt for the girl.

The girl never knows what the last words the boy wants to say to her. The girl also understands that there will be no one who will love her more than this boy!

Dear landlord.

Many things are always experienced before you know that you can't afford to gain or lose. Just like feelings, after the pain, you will know how to protect yourself; If you are stupid, you will know how to persist and give up in a timely manner. Many times, what we think is earth-shattering love is nothing more than a joke in the eyes of others.

Remember this and never love someone who doesn't love you. People who don't love you, no matter who you are

How much to sacrifice, ta

At most, it will only move the heart of pity, and it may be a little apologetic, but it will never be love, so it is unfair. Maybe love is an unreasonable game, and the person who is loved can always control the power of life and death of love, even if it is arrogant to lawlessness, it is also tolerated and spoiled. In this world, if you don't love you, they will love you, and if you fall in love with someone who doesn't love you, it's destined to be just a pain and hurt for you...

If you find that the only door in your world is no longer open for you, you don't have to wander around the door anymore, or hit your head and never wake up, learn to give up, and then turn around and look for a skylight that is open for you, where you can also see the stars in the sky...

The June in my memory, like a blazing flame, lit up the distance between darkness and dawn, not far or near, but still unable to touch the edge of hope. I gazed into the falling night, and with a burning gaze, I presented all the coldness that I had too late to hide.

Some stories are destined to have no ending, just like dust, even if they don't know the future stay, they always stage the unintentional joy and sorrow. Too much sadness can't help it, and a strong fate dominates the blooming of flowers, and in the depths of each round of season, ups and downs, undecayed and undefeated, until it multiplies into a large piece of heart. Is this what it calls firmness?

I smiled and rubbed it into the realm of life as a feeling.

The pain hidden between the fingers was painful, extending along the veins of the fingerprints to Dongmi. Perhaps, there is a dream that can say goodbye to the time exchange of black and white. Perhaps, there is an expectation that you can survive the unruly life of life.

Indifference began to dominate all the warmth, perfunctory with the regret of pulling reincarnation. The scenery is changing, the heart is changing, and the only thing that hasn't changed is the withering of the years. When the layers of real faces were peeled away, when a trembling sigh pierced through the frozen soul, I finally saw the decadence of longing, like the sun of early winter, slowly burning out in the evening breeze, scattered into ashes.

Does anyone know how far the other side is? Is there an answer? Those who are still struggling in the sea are not unwilling to move forward, but they will never reach the other side. It's not that I don't want to turn back, but I've long lost my way home.

I finally understood that how far the heart is, how far the other side is. Who can cross the line of the heart? I stopped time on the ridiculous scale, and hid the disguised love with my own hands.

I want to feel the fullness of your palm again, and I want to hug you again with the softness of your arms. However, when I tried to hold on again and again, that last touch of tenderness, I found that it had already quietly gone away. I watched and watched until its back sank in.

It turns out that not every wait has a result. It turns out that not every tear drains. When the stranded sorrow has nowhere to rest, the faint melancholy echoes again, and the thousand-year-old groan then falls into the ancient wind forest, raising the sound of today's infatuation.

Time and space are bleak, the warmth of the new life is receding step by step, and the awakened smile is gone. The damp text, so it smelled of tears, spread all over the ground. I know that I no longer have the strength to forget, even if parting is a promise, I still want to become an attachment in your life that cannot be ignored.

Sunlight hits a corner of the glass, penetrates the lonely window lattice, and folds out the folds of color. I counted every deep or shallow imprint, and walked silently through June in the barren morning wall of memory, and the flowers were happy.

But no, the man was in a car accident and died, and the girl wrote an article. It touched a lot of people.

I found it. But I won't upload it!

The mother gave birth to a precious son when she was thirty years old; In the second year of his son's birth, his husband died in a car accident.

The mother was afraid that her son would be wronged, so she vowed not to marry and lived a hard life in a small bungalow.

The mother works in a hospital pharmacy and always looks absent-minded because she often thinks about her son who is locked in the house. Finally, one day he grabbed the wrong medicine and almost cost the patient his life. The dean was angry, and after research, it was decided to expel him from public office.

When the mother returned home, she picked up her son, who was crawling on the floor, and cried so much that she cried. The son didn't know what was going on, so he raised his little red face, stared at his mother with wide round eyes, and after a while, he also cried "wow". Afraid of frightening her son, the mother tried her tears with the back of her hand, pursed her lips, and kissed and kissed her son on his chubby face.

After three years of hard work, the mother sent her son to kindergarten, and came to the nanny agency by herself, going to the east house today and the west house tomorrow to earn some money to support the family.

After another twenty-three years in difficult days, my son is twenty-six years old, working as a fitter in a state-owned enterprise, and falls in love with a girl who works as a car worker. They are ready to get married, but they don't have a house.

One night, the son enlightened his mother: "Mom, you often say that the most painful person in this world is me, I want to get married, you won't object, right?" Mother said

Silly son, it's too late for Mom to be happy. The son said, "But where shall I get married?"

The mother said, "You two are in the inner room, I am in the outer room, usually you go to work, I watch the door and cook." The son said:

If you put a big bed in the back room, you won't be able to put anything. You tell me? The mother's heart moved, and she said

I understand, I'll go out and rent a room. ”

In the second year of their marriage, the young couple added a grandson to their mother, and when no one watched the grandson, the son took his mother back, and the mother and grandson lived in the outhouse.

When my grandson was six years old, my mother fell ill, and although she was in her early sixties, she was already gray-haired and coughed incessantly. The son often quarreled with his daughter-in-law because he spent money on medicine, but his mother's illness did not lessen. One morning, the son put a bowl of medicine on his mother's bedside and left for work.

When he got home from work at noon, he was surprised to find that his mother had committed suicide by cutting her veins, there was a piece of black blood dripping under the bed, and there was a white paper pressed with a medicine bottle on the bedside table. The paper reads: "My beloved son, you have forgotten that your mother used to be a pharmacist.

If I drink your medicine and die, the Public Security Bureau will definitely conduct an autopsy and solve the case, and then my beloved son may have to suffer a lawsuit and pay for his life. So I chose to cut the veins ......I poured the bowl of medicine into the sink and wiped the bowl clean. See you in the next life!

The son fainted at his mother's bed.

Little brother, you're so cute! There are really not many boys like you who admit that they like love stories, if you like short stories, there are a lot of youth digests and readers, and the longer ones are a little longer, read Ming Xiaoxi's **, there are a few books that are quite touching.

In fact, I also like love stories, but I rarely read articles on the Internet, either to buy books to read, or to watch idol dramas, in fact, many idol dramas are selected from the best in the love story, but maybe you like to read the text, you just go to watch it.

Isn't there too much to publish in this, do you want to read it from the Internet? I don't know if you like it or not, but I think it's a very touching "Honey, Let's Get Married".

Buy a copy of "There is a Wishing Tree by the Lake", which is full of very touching love stories.

There are many touching stories, but I don't have a heart to touch.

You say you're 20, and I'm 19, and I'm 20.

I don't know if my story is touching.

We met on the Internet, and we met each other without much chat, and we were very happy, and she loved to call me every night when I returned to the dormitory after class.

And I love to sing to her every day.

The first song is the First Love Man exercise.

She also named Mona Lisa's tears, saying that she wanted to cry when she heard the song, and our relationship was limited to seeing each other and talking about our hearts, and she admitted that my husband liked her.

After that, I told her to call me husband 10 times a day.

It is conceivable that it was after a lot of lobbying.

Finally she screamed one after another.

I was impressed. And we're all still high 3

There will be no step on sex.

Since then. I just love the word.

I don't know why I like such a vulgar word.

After thinking about it, I found out.

It turns out that I want to love.

Those who meet on the Internet are destined not to withstand the storm.

After that, there were only empty numbers and I didn't remember it.

Thinking of this, I am also unloved.

Just a few words, husband, I yearn for it.

To die listen to love, want to love, true love.

It turns out that I have no one to love.