Longing for love

Selection of emotional essays:

Longing for love

“How high is the blue sky/Ask the sky The clouds/How long the river is/Look at the sand by the river/Distant lover/Can you hear/The song of flowing love and longing..."

Quiet night, everything is quiet , I sat in front of the computer and repeatedly listened to a song "Missing Love" sung by Yang Jin Lanze. My emotions were playing a piece of missing love along with the melody of the music. I tapped on the keyboard gently, bits and pieces deep in my heart, tapping the thoughts of your love in the quiet night.

Every time in the loneliness of the night, every time when I wake up from a dream, thinking about your love has become my habit. In silence, I have heard the words in my heart. The beat is gently rhythmic. There is no formal gathering or formal separation between you and me. The love in the dream and the longing in the heart are only reserved for you in the distance.

In the whirling night, the flowing clouds are gently flowing, the long and affectionate love song stirs the heart, and the secret impulse of a wisp of fragrance cannot hide the care and longing for you in the distance. The reverie of longing is like searching for the past dreams, deeply imprinted in the clear memory of the mind.

What I think about day and night is your figure and smile. What I can’t explain is the dizzy longing and expectation. What I can’t explain is the deep lovesickness and melancholy. What you can't let go is love, but what you pick up is still that love. What cannot be shaken off is the love, and what is still attached to you is that love. I am willing to live in such a dreamlike longing, and I will wait for you silently without any regrets.

Emotions are as beautiful as spring flowers blooming, as warm as the summer sun, as lingering as the silken autumn rain, and as pure as the clear snow in winter. The longing of love is like a trickling stream gushing from a clear spring. It can't stop gurgling from the bottom of my heart. What flows into the East China Sea are lingering and caring teardrops. What floats across the Western Ocean is the red rain of longing for lovesickness in the distance. The rising tide stirs up thousands of waves. There is my heart-beating attachment, and there is my excited admiration; there is the ebb and flow of thousands of waves, there is my warm tenderness, and there is my romantic remembrance.

My thoughts of your love are all under the clear cold moon, in the windy dusk, in the spring breeze of May, and in the words that I type for you quietly against the cold screen. The thoughts of love are like a burning bonfire, burning me, burning you, and burning all lovers in the world!

The longing of love is the congeniality between two people, and the reflection of the collision of two hearts! Love's longing is romantic pleasure, without the slightest evil thoughts or lust, just asking for sincere and sincere kindness to each other; giving is willing to give, and asking for it only needs to give me a warm smile.

The wilderness where love has stopped is sprinkled with sweet spring rain and dew, nourishing the wilderness and full of greenery, bathing and blooming flowers. Like pieces of white clouds passing by elegantly, bringing with them the lingering feeling for the morning glow and the nostalgia for the sunset. There is a heart burned by love, where love is sublimated and where love is purified. (Collection of mottos)

Like a play about the holy baptism of life, reading the true feelings of the world and tasting the deep love from afar. The expression of pure and true feelings, the confession from the depth of the soul, how precious is the "I love you"! The prayer of life is only for love!

Your piece of love has been deeply treasured in my heart. I know how to care for and cherish!

Your appearance is an arrangement of fate. The encounter between you and me was destined in the previous life!

If we didn’t have a 500-year love agreement in our previous life, this chance encounter on the internet would have left you and me just passers-by. Without this acquaintance that we have never met, perhaps the calm sea of ??mind will never be able to stir up the waves of longing. If there is no mutual understanding between heart and soul, I will not cherish you in my heart like this. Without the longing and love from afar, there would be no unforgettable joy and melancholy!

See all the ups and downs in heaven and earth, and feel the reunion and separation of true love in the world. How many people in life do you and I miss? How many people do you and I care about? This love in the dream and the longing in my heart are only reserved for you in the distance! I miss you in my prayers, I pray and I miss you. Deeply in love, missing life!

Selection 2 of emotional essays:

Thoughts of love

Love is deep without words, love is deep without resentment.

Accidental acquaintance, the longing of life;

The longing of you and me turns into a piece of falling snow; (slogan)

Floating in your heart, Fall into your heart.

The love between you and me turns into a ray of fragrance;

It infects your soul and penetrates my heart.

Your sorrow in heaven, my sigh in hell;

Your longing in the moon, my helplessness in Mars.

Long-lost longing, belated pain;

Torturing you and bullying me.

Your thoughts, my regrets.

Connect to you, penetrate to me.

Your figure, my memory; (Dazai Osamu)

Took you away and stabbed me.

Everything has become a passing cloud,

has been swallowed up in the darkness,

disappeared in grief.

My confusion and regret;

Has turned into a trace of ashes,

Disappeared on the horizon.

Everything is over.

Three selected emotional essays:

The longing of love

The longing of love is like a wisp of morning mist, and the longing of love is like an invisible thread. Silk thread, the thoughts of love are like an endless path. Under this dusk sunset, I saw a path full of flowers, which was full of light and life. Feelings! She has both infinite joy and infinite pain of longing. You will never understand that if he is an eagle in the sky, I will shape his image with the desire of love. If he is a seed, I will plant it in the land of my heart with the longing of love.

The thoughts of love are as soft as water, as gentle as dreams, and as confused as clouds. The longing of love is like a net rope, netting my heavy and worried heart, netting the sweetness and past that linger in my heart. It also carries my desire, my search, and my dream - the path we walked together, the whispers under the shade trees, the sweet messages accompanying us all the way, the sweet songs deep in the wilderness. The vigorous dance steps under the setting sun and the talented words are all coming towards me, or they are unfolding in my mind scene by scene. No one understands the loneliness in my longing, no one understands the depression in my longing. When I miss him, my heart jumps with joy, I feel fascinated and inspired.

The thoughts of love are like falling rain, making everything wet? Is it the umbrella, letter, and clothes? No, it’s the wings that I miss so much. I often spit out my thoughts to the vast stars, to the deep moon, and to the clouds in the desert sky. Ask them to carry my thoughts away and let me listen to his affectionate whispers again——-

The thoughts of love last longer than the eternal universe, are higher than the mountains passing through the clouds, and are higher than the fairy tale world. Even more wonderful. The anxious mind of longing crosses the ocean, and the longing is boundless and endless. His image is shaped in my heart like a god. When the fire of longing is ignited, my fiery heart will be stirred forever!

The longing of love is like a tape, recording the tenderness of my thoughts and the aftertaste of tenderness and sweetness that hits the thick cocoon of my heart. The longing of love also condenses my passing years, comforts my vicissitudes of heart, and shows my perfect vision and fairy-tale dream————