Love

The dream of woke up is a dream
All the prosperity has fallen out, the strong father has died for many years, those so-called love warm and cold is just a flash in the pan, illusionary dream like, the dream woke up is just a dream.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
Even if you love, don't lose yourself
Don't sacrifice, if for love, you sacrifice too much of your preferences, then one day, your love will also be sacrificed, and not even just love. No matter how much you love a person, you should also choose to be true to your heart, only then you are using a complete self to love, but also to get a complete love.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
Goodbye, those days with you
I had such a boy in my life, it was in the year of my review. He was not tall, not handsome, but his only feature was that he was a good student. We came from the same school, I reviewed because I failed, and he reviewed because he was not satisfied with his score, so we started a year of review in the same review school, the same class. But before this, I did not know that there was such a person as him in our previous school, he was on the second floor, I was on the second floor; he was in the experimental class, and I was in the general classification.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
How to run a marriage
The girlfriend is newly married and has already discovered the gaps in the marriage. The husband is like a freshman after the college entrance examination, all slack to be beaten; the mother-in-law is like a never-ending examiner, her requirements are "a hundred feet further"; the original love and affection, such as the family wine like household chores, suddenly endless, like a sea of smoke ...... "The first thing you need to do is to get a divorce, a thought that flashed through your mind before you went to sleep, like a firefly, casually mixed in the dark sweetness of thirsty sleep, but she was startled to sit up.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
I love you, do not need a second to hesitate
He and she, as if born with a destiny. At that time, she was timid, and weak, walking on the road to school, even a dog barking, will be scared to death. At such moments, he would always appear, holding her sweat-soaked little hand, patting his chest, and saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." She was just seven years old, and he was only three years older than her.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
Falling in love with the taste of lemon tea
The first time she went to a restaurant with her boyfriend, she ordered lemon tea to drink. 　　So every day after that, when she returned to class at noon, there would be a can of lemon tea on her desk.
By kate3 years ago in Fiction
The love of two trees
I don't know the year or the month or the day, but a little bird was carrying two laurel seeds happily flying over the mountain stream, and the two laurel seeds were left behind and fell on a piece of barren land beside the path. One seed was next to a piece of wet mud, and the other was next to a rock, more than a meter apart from each other. The seed next to the wet mud quickly sprouted and grew roots. The other seed had been lying next to the stone for a few days, and she felt a little sorry for herself as if she saw death beckoning to it. In her drowsiness, she heard a faint call from the roots of her kind as it drew closer and squeezed through the hard clay. She woke up and took advantage of a thunderstorm to suck in the moisture around her, bursting her thick shell and sprouting two light green leaves.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
This time, let the love slowly hot
Every girl wants to be happily married, but I've had a turbulent journey, and in my mother's words, "TV shows don't dare to shoot like this."
By kate3 years ago in Fiction
Do not be a "bad judge" in the marriage
Over the years, my husband and I have lived in each other's bad reviews. Originally a good day, we lived into the criticism of the meeting. Then I realized: that the most taboo thing in marriage is to give each other bad reviews. When we praise each other, our mood will also become better. When a smile blooms on my face, I feel prettier too -
By kate3 years ago in Fiction
Life is like a song
Yesterday I was still thinking about the grandeur of 2009, today I will set off to run to 2010, is my pace too slow, or is the sunrise and sunset too fast? But no matter what, I will treat life with a melody like a song.
By James3 years ago in Fiction
We've Only Just Begun
"We've only just begun to live…" the sweet strains of Karen Carpenter's voice comes on Irene's car stereo as she and her bestie Suzy drive Southbound on PCH toward Newport Beach for a day of fun in the sun. Irene turns up the radio and starts singing, "White lace and promises…" and then says to Suzy, "I'll be Karen and you can be the brother." "Wait," Suzy responds, "Why do I have to be the brother? I'm not a guy. I want to be Karen" "Okay," Irene laughs, "We can both be Karen." Then they continue singing on their sunny road trip, "Before the risin' sun, we fly…"
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Fiction
"Il respiro del fiume", chapter 1
At four in the morning, the light is already sufficient in Benares to cross the city and reach one of the hundred ghats on the Ganges.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction