Yan Zhen:

I hung up the phone with you yesterday. When you heard it was me, you put the phone down. Later I went to your workplace to find you, and you were as cold as ice. I couldn't figure it out, and after wondering for a long time, it suddenly occurred to me: The book "Misty Rain" you borrowed from me probably contained Ye Qing's letter. After you read this letter, you mistakenly thought that I was there again. I was angry because I was exchanging love letters with other girls.

Actually, if you didn’t read carefully, it was a letter written two years ago. I did fall in love with Ye Qing at that time, but now we have no contact with each other.

Ye Qing and I met when we were studying at TV University. During the study process, we learned from each other and gradually developed a good impression, which eventually led to love. Later, her parents felt that my financial situation was not good, so they forced her to introduce a self-employed person. Ye Qing is cowardly by nature. Although she loves me, she doesn't dare to go against her parents' wishes. Her parents seized on this weakness of hers and took advantage of the opportunity of taking her to travel to Guangzhou to force her to marry the self-employed businessman. She wrote me many letters of repentance, and the paper was wet with tears. What can I do? Blame her? Blame her? Blame her? Insult her? Neither works. I just replied to her a letter, telling her that I don't blame her, that I will miss her forever and hope that she lives a happy life.

This is already a thing of the past.

But I still have the letters. Because first love is beautiful and unforgettable for a person after all. I remember it, it does not affect my love for you. Throw away your misunderstandings and suspicions. My heart belongs to you and is forever.

Jie Yun

Sample of first love letter on the first day of the month

Benefit:

The previous letter, thank you for your understanding, I have never heard of it so far. polyphony.

I know that you are not aware of my existence at all, but your face has ignited a raging fire in my heart that is gradually getting colder. Several times I want to muster up the courage to express my feelings to you. But I was only pushed back by your bright eyes. I was so afraid of looking into your eyes that I had to keep the words in my heart.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I always didn't believe it before, but when I met you, I realized that love at first sight is so beautiful.

Loving someone is hard. Why can't I stop giving!

Your graceful grace, delicate and pretty appearance, dignified and decent manners, and elegant and generous conversation made me admire you from the beginning.

Because I bet with my friends and classmates that you will marry me (you won’t hurt me, right?).

I think that in fifty years, I will still love you as much as I do now.

My motivation every day is to see you and talk to you.

On the phone, your pure voice made me imagine that I really have a girlfriend that I can care about and fall in love with. I imagined that I could really see you one day, and that I could meet you in real life just like online. We chatted and laughed casually and naturally, and even imagined that I really started to feel happy.

No one can understand me now, just like every poet's repeated chants.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling; live your life so that when you leave this world, you are smiling and everyone around you is smiling. Everyone is crying.

I really want to be with you. Even if the fire of my life is about to be extinguished, I will have no regrets.

Because my wish is to fly to the distant horizon with you

I really can’t bear it. Although I have a meaningless smile on my face, I am very sad inside. Really, for many days and nights I asked myself, what did I do wrong?

Every day today, longing and love have occupied my thoughts. I want to control it, but I can’t. The conversation in the acquaintance teahouse in the drizzle is endless, but my love will never change. !

You said we would be lifelong friends, I laughed.

I find myself slowly falling in love with you Goodbye!

Reference for Le Chu’s Love Letter

Maybe what love really needs is trust. It’s not that I don’t believe you, baby, but sometimes I really care about you. A friend said to me today : Don’t you find it annoying to talk like this every day? In fact, he doesn't know that love needs nourishment and love needs communication. These days, due to physical reasons, I always feel very tired and don’t want to go to work. So sometimes I’m a lot meaner to my baby. I know you don’t have many friends, and I also know you’re not the kind of extrovert, so sometimes I don’t give you too much space. Although I blame you, I still Tell yourself in your heart that it's not her fault, it's because her life has led her to such a crooked path. I really want to love you well, but sometimes I feel that what I give you is not pampering but restraint, so it’s not that I don’t care about you. Sometimes I realize that I was wrong, but I don’t know how to say sorry to you.

Baby marriage requires understanding and trust. It’s not that I don’t trust you or that I don’t understand you, but I’m afraid of losing you. I can no longer bear the pain of losing you. I always hope to Hold you in my arms, because then I can feel your instant changes, but our road is so difficult now, why don't I want to be by your side to accompany you. It’s not because of the Internet or anything else, it’s just that I’m too afraid of losing you. I’ve always wanted you to be by my side like a relative, but I know that even my own sister will leave one day. But the departure of loved ones will always exist. I am afraid that I will never find you again after you leave. This is the feeling. Do you know why I often say to you: Baby, since we are no longer together, let us be a family. good? That way I can care about you normally. I won’t express my feelings, I just don’t want to lose news about you, so I always want to treat you as a relative. Maybe my lover will betray me, but my relatives will never do that, so even if something happens to us in the future What, can you treat me as your own relative? I don’t want to lose your news, because then I will feel powerless, so I sometimes talk about you and sometimes get angry with you. Don't blame me, baby, it's just that I really don't want to lose you. First love letter: You are a passer-by in my life

The autumn insects are whispering, and along with the dim starlight, the night is coming silently. The autumn wind rippled across the ground, carrying the gentle and deep melody from the tall building opposite, curling up, melodious and sweet, slender and long, gently brushing my ears, beautiful and timeless. In such a quiet autumn night, I stood alone in front of the window speechless, and what I wanted to say drifted away in the evening wind. A gentle sigh, a hint of sadness, quietly slid down the heart, slowly soaking in, slowly flowing, spreading the helplessness buried in the heart, like trickling water, long and thin.

I went back to my hometown to be with my mother during the Mid-Autumn Festival. That afternoon, I chatted with several relatives. My mother said: Yesterday I was playing cards with some poker friends, and one of them said that xx’s son-in-law had an accident while driving under the influence: his brain might have been injured and his hands disabled. After hearing this, my heart suddenly clenched in pain: Is it you? Yes, you are obviously talking about you.

That year, I was 19 years old, graduated from the normal school, a pure and innocent girl, and returned to teach in a rural middle school. At a town-wide teachers' meeting, a young man caught my eye: You are fair and elegant, with a touch of sadness between your eyebrows. Because of this, I always want to get closer to you. One day, I had the courage to write you a letter, the general content of which was that I wanted to make friends with you. But after the letter was sent, there was no reply. At that time, I felt ashamed and my dignity was shattered. When I see you after that, I always take a detour. I don’t know why you treat me like that. I went to my uncle's house in the county town on Sunday. My uncle wrote a letter asking me to take my wife back to the town party committee secretary, saying it was for my sake. On the way home, I secretly opened the letter and found out that I asked the secretary’s wife to be a matchmaker for you and me. Stupidly, I went home and handed the letter to the secretary's wife.

But after a long time, there is still no movement from your side. Dad said: My brother is a doctor of medicine, my parents are outstanding teachers in the country, and we are farmers. What's wrong with the peasants? Aren't you also successful, standing on the podium of middle school like me?

Later, you asked someone to tell me: you like me, but you hate the suitors around me. What are you talking about? It's their right to pursue me. I can't control them. If you really care about me, you shouldn't have such thoughts.

In the early summer of the next year, I put on a white sportswear and a sports cap, exuding a youthful atmosphere, and rode a bicycle on the street. When I was driving on the bridge, I felt a pair of strange eyes watching me. It's you, those fiery eyes staring at me affectionately. Do you appreciate my youthful atmosphere, my outstanding independence, or the unique aura of a girl who loves to paint words? But I did not stop because of your gaze, and looked back at you with a smile.

The vast sea of ??people just passed by. When I saw you again, there was a petite girl beside you, who turned out to be my classmate. I know that there will be no more stories between you and me. I can only wish you silently.

Later you got married and had children. I left my hometown and went to teach in other towns. I also got married and had a beloved daughter. You disappeared from my world.

In order to pursue my dream, I once again entered the university and started a new academic career. I only heard that you left the Sanchi podium and came to another town to become the deputy mayor. There was no news about you in the next few years. After graduating from college, I applied to work in a small town. I vaguely heard someone say that you had joined the county personnel bureau. As for what position you held, I couldn't figure out what position you held.

On a winter afternoon, I rode to school and went to work. At the gate of the city hall, I saw you familiar from a distance. You were surprised to see me and called my name affectionately. I thought it was an illusion for a moment, so I sped up and rushed to school. When I turned my head and looked back, you were nowhere to be seen.

That year I went home for the Spring Festival, and you and I met by chance on the ridge of the river in front of my house. When our eyes met, my face turned red. I didn't know what to say. I tried to speak several times, but I still couldn't make a sound. I was so embarrassed. Poor me, my face is full of vicissitudes of life, coupled with motion sickness, I look even more haggard. I am no longer the young and beautiful girl in white sportswear back then. When I look at you, your body is not as straight as it used to be, and your face is also covered with fine lines. Time, you are so ruthless. It can be seen that you are also embarrassed and can't say a word.

This summer, I heard from someone from my hometown that you hold an important position in the Personnel Bureau. Really, I hope you are doing well.

During the summer, I tutored a fresh college student to participate in the interview for a special position teacher. I couldn't go back to accompany her for the interview because of something else. So I entrust you with the interview of this child. I believe you will not forget the love affair of your youth.

That day, I told you that my student was going to attend an interview, so please take care of me. At first I thought you wouldn't pay attention to me, but I didn't expect you to call me and say you were afraid that you wouldn't be able to help me. You said: You must keep your phone on tomorrow. If I can contact the judges, I will call. At 11 o'clock the next morning, you told me that you couldn't contact the judges. I'm very happy. I didn't expect that you haven't changed your honest and kind character after working hard in the officialdom for many years. I admire you from the bottom of my heart. A few days later, you called and said, congratulations, your student passed the exam! It turns out that you were busy checking the scores for me again. I suddenly want you to help assign my children to teach in the town where I taught. You apologize and say: That is under the jurisdiction of the Education Bureau, and there is really nothing I can do. Alas, I can't cause trouble to others anymore.

One morning I thought that I have caused so much trouble to others during this period, so I had the courage to send you a message: No matter how the years change, how the space transforms, after half a lifetime of vicissitudes, I am here. A corner of my heart always retains a good impression of you; no matter whether you are poor, rich, noble or humble, the most important thing that accompanies a person in his life is his mood. May your beautiful mood accompany you forever! Unexpectedly, you responded to the text message quickly: Thank you, thank you. This is the most beautiful text message I received today. The day after the incident, you took the initiative to send me a message: How old is your child? What grade is he in? Let me tell you: He is sixteen years old this year and is in high school. You sigh: Alas, I didn’t expect that the years would pass by so quickly, and you and I would already be middle-aged. Yes, I know that deep down in your heart, you always retain the image of a beautiful, playful and naughty girl. I also hope that my appearance and appearance will be like the glow of the sun when you look at them in their prime and never forget them. Even in the winter when the prosperous trees are dying, your pupils, as heavy as the pages of history, can bear witness to my brilliance.

For more than twenty years, you and I have been dating on and off.

Deep in my heart, how much I long for you to live healthily and safely in this world, even if you are not the director, even if you work on a three-foot podium like me, stick to poverty and be willing to be ordinary

Tonight, I quietly Sitting here, wondering where you are? How is your physical condition? I opened your mobile phone number again and again, but I just didn't dare to press the dial button. I can only close my eyes and pray for you silently: May you wake up, may you recover soon!

The sound of my dada's hoofbeats is a beautiful mistake

I am not Returning is a passer-by

I know deeply that for you and me, we are all passers-by in each other's lives, but I cherish this relationship very much.