英语情感小故事：Hungry for Your Love

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1、英文爱情故事大全（精选9篇）

2、关于情感的英文故事

3、英语情感小故事：Hungry for Your Love

　　爱情让人迷惘，于是有了 问世间情为何物 ，爱情让人欲罢不能，于是有了 只教人生死相许，下面这些是小编为大家推荐的几篇英文爱情故事大全下面是小编辛苦为大家带来的英文爱情故事大全（精选9篇），如果能帮助到您，小编的一切努力都是值得的。 　　A story is told about，a young married couple whose names are Jim and Dclla. They are poor but very much in love with each other. 　　As Christmas approaches, Della wonder what to get Jim for C'hristmas. She would like to give him a watch chain fur his gold watch. but ；he doean't have a enough money. Then she gets an idea.She has beautiful long hair. So Della decide, to cut off her hair and sell it buy the fancy chain for Jim's watch. 　　On Christmas Eve she return s home, and in her hand is beautiful bos containing a gold watch chain which she purchased bys elling her hair. Suddenly Della begins to worry. She knows Jim admired her long hair, and she wonders if he will be disappointed that she cut it ott and sold it. 　　Della climbs the final flight of stairs leading to their tiny apartment. She unlocks the door and is surprised to find Jim home and waiting for her. In his hand is a neatly wrapped box containing the gift he purchased for her. 　　When Della removes her scarf, Jim sees Della's short hair, and tears well up in his eyes. But she says nothing. He chokes back the tears and gives Della the gift box. 　　When Della opens it, she can't believe her eyes. There in the box is a set of beautiful silver combs for her long hair. 　　And when Jim opens his gift, he, too, is astonished. There inside the box is a beautiful gold chain for his gold pocket watch. Only then does Della realize that Jim pawned his gold watch to buy her the silver hair combs. 　　Far more beautiful than the gifts is the love they symbolize. 　　Veronese story took place in the city, Montague family and Kaibulaite family two doors to a giant family, generations of hatred Jieyuan plot stirred up a new dispute over the fate of the doomed the two enemies gave birth to a pair of unfortunate lovers ， Rational and crazy Romeo and Juliet in the beautiful gentle family vendetta in combination. The misery of their tragic Yunmie, reconciliation of their Jiaoe Zunqin. This section of the Sang Sang stubbornly love, and the rift that two parents, one-to-many situation of the children killed, has become today's speech this drama. The conflict is tragic Romeo and Juliet love and the hatred of between the two families and confrontation. 　　故事发生在维洛那名城，蒙太古家族和凯布莱特家族两家门地相当的巨族，他们世代的积仇结怨激起了新争，是命运注定这两家仇敌生下了一双不幸的恋人，理智而又疯狂的罗密欧与美丽温柔的朱丽叶在家族宿怨中结合。他们的悲惨凄凉的殒灭，和解了他们交恶的尊亲。这一段生生死死的恋爱，还有那两家父母的嫌隙，把一对多情的儿女杀害，演成了今天这一本戏剧。悲剧的冲突是罗密欧与朱丽叶的恋情与两个家族间的仇恨和对立。 　　QQ a friend sent this to me a little short, look after the deeply about. Sometimes love really helpless, when you miss, and perhaps will not come back to your side. The opportunity comes, if we failed to grasp that fleeting. I love being warned to men and women, falls in love with a person, say so bold, and show your sincerity, do not hesitate and a loss, the result is not important, otherwise you will regret in life. 　　A 18-year-old boy from the falling in love with a girl. They are next, but it is not a class, the boys would like, and so on the university he will tell the truth, because the boys like girls laugh flowery face, like her voice pure and thin Dan Fengyan, he felt that the girl should be on his He would like to, and so it no longer. 　　At the same time, they admitted to the University. To his beloved girl, he chose the same university, and he could have been a better school. After the girls to go to college to start a colorful campus life, every day that this society organizations, boys see girls wanted to live so happy, and so it. He still did not say. 　　The sophomore Valentine's Day, he finally summon the courage to tell the truth, found that girls have a window of a red rose, he did not even have hidden in a jacket of red roses to come out. Girls ask you something? He stammered, no, no, I just want to open your hometown would be. Girls disappointed to see him, and then it sticks to the Red Rose poured the water, said the squad was sent to the same class. 　　After graduating from the marriage of girls, but boys have not love, he just follow all the way back to the girls of their small town, he would have a chance to stay in the city, for their love of the girl identified him. 　　He did not say that no one's own aspiration of the people he introduced to the target, he always refused to smile, people thought he was too much too critical condition, so few people and then gradually to control him, he Always look at a person to listen to music, but also do not know how long to observe the feelings. Once students drink more than a gathering of all, it was open they were a joke, did not say how near he was a month, he smiled, and nothing has been said that the girl was excessive drinking, watching his eyes: they see I do not. Distracted him there, do not think that sticks out of red roses at this time, he has become the heart Cinnabar mole general and let him feel bad. He had wanted to tell her of his love, but he would like, too late, really late, he did not know the girl changes have taken place in the marriage, she was divorced to do. 　　Wait until marriage for girls from the end, he would like to finally say, because the girl he loves ah, he did not understand how they missed it, God would have given him the opportunity to have a good period of their marriage, but why is it here Give him a conclusion? 　　Unfortunately, this is not the end, when he was about to declare a time when he was found to have cancer, he did not have the heart to allow girls to share his pain, so he still did not say. He wanted to let him take the secret to life until the end of it. 　　Girls look at him, and declare that he can take care of, he said with a smile, I disdain you, I look at you to declare a long time ago, why wait until now? Self-esteem of girls affected by the injury, not from his point of view. Sometimes, he would in a bed in a daze, looking out the window of the leaves gradually falling, he would like his love like this in the autumn leaves, is a fall to the brain, finally buried in the ground and become An exquisite heart, but who do not know how he loved the ah! 　　QQ上的一个朋友今给我发过来一篇小短文，看后有所感触。爱情有时真的很无奈，当你错过了，也许就不会再回到你身边。机遇来临时，如果我们没能把握住，稍纵即逝。所以我要告诫正在热恋的男女，爱上一个人，就大胆的说出来，拿出你的真心，不要犹豫和彷徨，结果如何并不重要，不然你会遗憾终生的。 　　一个男孩从十八岁就爱上了一个女孩。他们是一届，但不是一个班，男孩想，等上了大学他就会表白，因为男孩喜欢女孩笑面如花，喜欢她清纯的声音和细细的丹凤眼，他觉得这个女孩就应该是他的，他想，再等等吧。 　　他们同时考上了大学。为了自己心爱的女孩，他也选择了同样的大学，而本来他可以上更好的学校。上大学后女孩开始了缤纷的大学生活，每天这个社团那个社团的，男孩看到女孩过得这么快乐就想，再等等吧。于是他仍旧没说。 　　大二的情人节，他终于鼓足勇气去表白，却发现女孩的窗前已有了一枝红玫瑰，他甚至都没有把藏在夹克中的红玫瑰掏出来。女孩问，有事吗？他结结巴巴地说，没，没有，我只是想找你开老乡会。女孩失望地看着他，然后给那枝红玫瑰浇了水，说是同班的班长送的。 　　毕业后女孩结婚了，男孩却一直都没有谈恋爱，他只是一路追随着女孩回到了他们的小城，本来他是有机会留在大都市的，可为了自己爱的女孩他认了。 　　他对任何人都没有说过自己的心愿，别人为他介绍对象，他总是笑着拒绝，人们都以为他条件太高了太挑剔了，所以渐渐地很少有人再管他的事，他也总是一个人听听音乐看看书，不知道还要把这份感情守多久。有一次同学聚会大家都喝多了，有人开他们俩玩笑，说他近水楼台怎么没得着月，他笑着，什么也没有说，倒是女孩喝多了酒，看着他的眼说：人家看不上我。他愣在那里，想起没有拿出来的那枝红玫瑰，此时已变成了他心底的朱砂痣一般，让他心疼。他本来想告诉她他的爱，可是他想，太晚了，真的太晚了，他不知道女孩的婚姻已发生了变故，她正在办离婚。 等到女孩离完了婚，他想终于可以说了，因为女孩也爱他啊，他不明白他们怎么就错过了呢，本来上天给过他机会，给过他们一段好姻缘，可是为什么偏偏到这里才给他一个结局？ 　　然而不幸的是这还不是结局，在他正要表白的时候他就被查出患了癌症，他不忍心让女孩为他分担痛苦，所以，他仍旧没有说。他想，让他带着这个秘密直到生命的尽头吧。 　　女孩来看他，表白了可以照顾他，他笑着说，我看不上你，我要看上你早就表白了，何苦等到现在？女孩的自尊心受了伤害，从此再不来看他。有时候，他会一个人在病床前发呆，看着窗外的树叶渐渐地飘落，他想，他的爱情也像这秋天的树叶，正在一片片地落下来，最后埋藏在地下，成为一颗玲珑心，只是，谁也不知道他曾怎样的爱过啊！ 　　Time in a hurry, the thick love 　　White is the color of you; ， "lo lo" generous character; Because, because of you! 　　Despite, in spite of all you want to do him; The sea, and the general mind hold anyone bully him.。. 　　Heroin, it is you, I'm afraid you all "addiction" to each other! 　　"You his mama be sick.。." 　　"I am sick.。." 　　"Sick quickly take medicine!" 　　"You are the medicine." 　　Simple confessions, start your youth throb. 　　Mishaps life, made your flame. 　　Eight years ago, and you meet, to know each other, love each other. 　　Eight years later, you read, together, together. 　　Course because, as you help HaiZha mother died almost lost his life, you to Gu Hai rescued him from the car with his hands, and you alone to make his father agreed to join the army.。. 　　Gu Hai, for the sake of course because of the reputation of your classmates badly wounded, in order to protect the course because you blocked the truck for him dying, you in order to propose to his three hundred million yuan with lamp Mosaic "course because, let's get married!" 。.。.。. 　　In a car accident have not break up you, but to the world that you love. 　　The love of youth, perhaps the youth; Love, as an adult should be mature. 　　Eat together, sleep together, to go to school together, fishing, elope together.。. This is once upon a time. 　　Eat together, sleep together, struggle together, together hand in hand and together always.。. This is forever. 　　Course, now you are the captain, but still able to Gu Hai weakness. 　　Gu Hai now that you are "by sea" of the company's big boss, but still for course with tea to send meal. 　　You have become an integral part of each other, love each other, do not need to express in words, even if only one eye can feel each other's heart. 　　Time in a hurry, you from the impulse of youth into a mature man, eight years time, mishaps, but it was not polished the sincere heart. 　　The thick love, let you from the most beautiful years to perfect now, eight years time, ordinary, but the deep feeling is full. 　　I moved for you, also for you. 　　because 　　Although the time in a hurry 　　Still love the thick 　　I wish you hand in hand this life concomitant forever. 　　Time in a hurry, the thick love; Warm my heart, touched my feeling.。. 　　The peach blossom fan 　　The full moon that night's floor, bright transparent clear; That night a willow in accordance with the people, gentle dancing with the wind. 　　For months he was drinking, chat with friends, but in the gentleness of the bend in the move to open view. Her hands holding a hip flask, wen wan smile, America laguna. 　　Filed a hip flask, sleeves, her charming smile fill a glass of wine for him. Nostalgically down hip flask, secretly looked at him, her body to be present in the back, as the pipa guzheng ringing sound, dance. Gently swinging twirls and small ground step more lined with she revealed between the eyebrows of attraction. The peach blossom fan gently and agile one, half hidden edge covering her whole face. Is drinking her line of sight across the folding fan quietly looked at he enjoy dance, dance to distribute fragrance in the peach blossom fan, stroke with another hand twirls a left forward, full sleeve petals fell out of the split, bend over to her smile, in the rain flower silks and satins and folding fan with shoulder, red through the dimple hid her heart thoughts. 　　With the audience with her he did not have a general idea, he stared at her up.and, mouth already don't know what is the taste of wine. He close not gazing at the line of sight, murmured a mouth: "almost spent outside the building, downstairs, take full sleeves. The daughter home, worry let, two eyebrows. Satin and folding fan by shoulder to swim, she again dimple red through." 　　That night, he have lots of wine to drink, not the word; That night, she is a never-ending dance, sing not over. Inadvertently, face is a hot flush. She dance under a month for a long time for a long time, the already weak she is still in the rotation, the glance like water tender feelings, let her don't want to stop. 　　From then on, he every night drinking, watching his dance; She also wine for him, every night to sing for him. They did not say anything, but knew each other's heart feeling. 　　But destiny difficult violations, he is rich, handsome and talented set of a suit, and although she has the capacity of the whole, the advantages of the tilting, but just a little girl in this small restaurant, they two destined for lifelong commitment. That day, he went away, left the town, it was on that day, she waited for him for a night not see his dashing figure. 　　Sunset rain show, will leave, late autumn mark in this paper. She every night waiting for, but again to see the figure sitting in the audience to drink. Her daily by window full moon, like the drizzle outside the window just how many, can't cut off. He is in another town, also miss her glance a smile every day, and she danced every dance, sing every word, the dream is always met her the night scene. He put the missing words written into the shining, poetic littered the streets, and he drift between the past small town has not been her again in the city. She is folding the willow in the city, the shining statement also sing the new sorrow, no one to listen. 　　A few years later he still adrift, with a covered in wounds in midnight drinking, not the sorrow of missing in the heart. She took off her yard flowers purples, sowed the patches and tender is about to drip of the disc, them from the dock and along the river, and they can float in the place of him. 　　Not miss is no longer suffer, he halfway turned back to the city of her first encounter with him. The willow because when the spring is in the city, the green buds covered with branches. Gust of spring breeze breeze, blowing the tree flocculant ShangMian white, like snow faded and fallen. It is this poetic, he saw the passionate to her. Her hand was a first take the peach blossom fan, only in the thoughts of the sector on a few more words. 　　Her lethargy in the wind, in the hands of folding fan metamorphoses, fall to the ground. And he also surprised in place, until the tears across the cheek, hot feeling to let him know that it is not just a dream. 　　Every day I anxiously wait for you to gel to class. I and say good morning. Some days, when you arrive only can't wait for us to smile at each other incredibly and listen impatient. Instead of reading the Daily Calendar, seconds before the lecture begins, I'm I anticipate your footsteps from behind for your voice. Today is one of your late days. But I don't mind, because after a month of desperately desiring to ask you out, today I am going to一Encourage me, because letting you know like you seems as risky to me as skydiving into the sea. 　　I know that dating has changed dramatically in the past few years, and for many women asking men out isn't at all daring. But 1 was raised in a traditional European household’where simply the thought of my asking you out spells-naughty. Growing up, I learned that men call, ask and pay for the date. During my 3 years at Berkeley, I have learned othcnvise. Many Berkeley women have brightened their social lives by taking the initiative、with men. My girlfriends insist it's essential for women to participate snore in the dating process. "I can't sit around and wait any more，"my former roommate once blurted out.‘Hard as it is, I have to ask guys oW if I want to date at all!" 　　Wonderful, more women are inviting men out, and men say they are delighted, often relieved, that dating no longer solely depends on their willingness and courage to take the first step. Then why am I digging my nails into my hand trying to muster up courage'？ 　　I keep telling myself to relax since dating is less stereotypical and more casual today. A college date means anything from studying together to sex. Most of my peers prefer casual dating anyway because it`s cheaper and more comfortable. Students have fewer anxiety attacks when they ask somebody to play tennis than when they plan a formal dinner date. They enjoy last minute let's make dinner together“dates because they not only avoid hassling with attire and transportation but also dun't have time to agonize. 　　Casual dating also encourages people to form healthy friendship prior to starting relationships My roommate and he;r boyfriend were friends for four months before their chemistries clicked,they went to movies and meals and often rot together with mutual friends, they alternated paying the dinner check."He was like a girlfriend "my roommate once laughed-blushing"。 Mcn and women relax and get to know each other more easily through such friendships. Another friend of mine believes that casual dating is improving people's social lives. When she wants to Iw a guy know she is interested. she will say, "Hey, let's go pct a yoghurt" 　　Who payfor it? My past tlatrs have taught me some things. You don't know if I'll get the wrong idea if you treat me for dinner,and I don't know if paying for myself. John whipped out his wallet on our first flute betore I could suggest we go Dutch. 　　During our full dinner stroll he told me he wa; interested in dating me on steady basis. After I explained I was more interested in a friendship. he told me he would have understood have I paid for my dinner. "I have practically ；topped treating women on dates.'"He said defensively. "It is safer and more comtbrtable when we each pay for ourselves." John has assumed that because I graciously accepted his treat, I was in love. He was mad at Himself for treating me,and I regretted allowing him to. 　　Larry. on the other hand. blushed when I otfercd to pay fur my meal on our first date. I unzipped my purse and Hung out my wallet, and he looked at me as if I had addressed him in a foreign language. Hesitant. I asked politely, "How much do I owe you''" Larry muttered, "uh, uh, you really don"t owe me anything, but if you insist.。." 　　Insist. I thought. I only offered. To Larry, my gesture was a suggestion of rejection. 　　Sliding into his desk, he taps my shoulde and says "Hi, Laura, what's up'？" 　　"Good morning”I answered with nervous chills Hey, how would you like to have lunch after class on Friday" 　　"You meant attcr the tnidtenn'？" he says encouragingly I'd love to go to lunch with you. 　　"We have a date"I smile. 　　In 1970, two years before his death, Edward said: 　　There are some people who think that I was wrongto give away my crown. But they don't understandtrue love. 　　When I was young，I lived in Buckingham Palace. Icould have anything that I wanted. But I wasn'thappy be-cause my heart was empty. 　　Then I met Wallis and everything changed. For half of my life I have lived here with the mostbeautiful woman in the world. And she is everything to me. 　　When I sit in my garden with the Duchess by my side, I sometimes think about my early life. Iremember the days alone in my bedroom. I remember the teacher who hit me with a stick. Iremember the war and my travels around the world. And then I remember the crowds of peoplebelow my window，who shouted: "Long live love!" 　　On my last night in London I spoke with Winston Churchill. In the middle of our conversationhe said: "I think, Sir, that the best things in life are free." I have nev-er forgotten those words. And now, many years later, I un-derstand what they mean. You cannot buy happiness. And youcannot buy love. 　　To be happy deep inside your heart is the most wonderful thing in the world. I have been alucky man. And so I say： 　　"Thank God for Wallis，and LONG LIVE LOVE!" 　　1970年，即爱德华去世前两年，他曾说过： 　　有些人认为我放弃王位是错误的。但他们不懂得真正的爱情。 　　我年轻的时候住在白金汉宫。我想要的东西都能得到。但我并不快乐，因为我的内心是空虚的。 　　后来我遇到了沃利斯，一切都变了。我的后半生都和这位世界上最美丽的女人在这里一起度过。她就是我的一切。 　　我和公爵夫人一起坐在花园里时，有时会想起自己早年的生活。我想起自己孤零零待在卧室里的那些日子。我想起那个用棍子打我的老师。我想起战争和周游世界的旅行。我想起那些聚集在我窗下的人群，他们高呼着：“爱情万岁！” 　　我离开伦敦前的最后一个晚上和温斯顿·邱吉尔做过一次长谈。谈话中，他说：“陛下，我认为生活中最好的事情是无偿的。”我从未忘记这句话。现在，许多年之后，我才理解了它的涵义。幸福是买不到的。爱情也是买不到的。 　　内心深处的幸福是世界上最美妙的。我是一个幸运的人。所以，我要说： 　　“感谢上帝给了我沃利斯，爱情万岁！” 　　Love makes waiting for life 　　"Break up"。 　　My message to him, no punctuation emphasis, nor cute emoticons, dead silence as empty of refuse, removed the mobile phone card, don't give it a chance to ask why at all! I never thought, I always high cold, cold to let a person feel freezing cold! 　　While he on a business trip, I a person walk through of all the places we had been together, SLR help me to record every familiar place, recalls the past scenes, floating floating in my heart. But I know, the big stones in my heart aroused waves, this time from now on with these memories. I favorite city look, tearful, do the deepest farewell. 　　Listening to the songs ZhuangXinYan, tidy up your belongings, yes, I want to leave, I love to leave the city for many years, just to escape. Once upon a time, I'm betting, cities don't allow myself to hurt in love, or leave, but now leave, count yourself injured? I don't have time to think about these, pick up too many memories, burns my eyes, fall in my heart. 　　（2） 　　Met with him, because of a photo. 　　Entering the university, as a bookworm, favorite places, of course, is the library. But I was in the library of the photos in the photo contest saw my own shadow, in a corner of the window, with white desk, a clean girl holding a book sitting on table, gentle sunshine, a little glow on her. I see a delusion, never thought so humble little girl taken can also be so beautiful, companion suddenly took me and the silly? The somebody else all violation of your image rights, you still not go to look for his theory theory? I a surprised, rightness, at least he this effect is how take out? 　　So, I met with him, he didn't know he is sophomore computer science student, and as a freshman, I learn the financial accounting. Though different professional, we have a lot of things in common: professional is a waste of brain cells, like to read and write, tourist photographs. But, I never thought of, have adventures, and colors. But the world will always have a lot of, make many things strange. 　　As time goes on, the more I found that I and he will always be the understanding of each other's words. In addition, I often happen to coincide in the library to meet with him, in a coffee shop, and even sometimes work encounter. It's doomed, isn't? Looked at me, trying to want to see the whole youth! Youth, however, get started? 　　（3） 　　In young age, always meets the foolish thing. But the idiot will fell in the pit of fog fog, and then in a fog. The most is bitter, so I always out-of-touch, but don't want to thoroughly subjugate this time. However, if you meet such a person, you won't really fall? 　　Since college, I developed the habit of a do not love to eat breakfast, so the stomach is bad, but later, he wake me up on time every day, and then took me to eat breakfast. Although his family is rich, but still insist to go to work, he said, love depend on the material, but this material is to be responsible for his deeply engraved on my heart. I write good copy don't know why lost, he will be able to help me can or call back. He never like another me, I am wordless, he can know what I think, like what, so I never received a bouquet pruning, but all kinds of beautiful book, pen and small adorn article. We are together in a notebook to write mood diary, he kept during the day and night I custody, agreed with each other, to the twilight, write your own story together; We will go to play, he will patiently taught me the use of SLR method and skill to take photos, agreed with each other for each other for a lifetime of scenery, and the last stop is gulangyu island; We'll bubble is the city's largest library, together with the bread for a whole day, agreed on each other through the book here, do a real bookworm.。. Sometimes I peremptorily willfulness, snarling crayfish is a genuine, he is always very clever soothe me, make me obedient lovely doll. Perhaps, love is water, if lost, the flowers will wither. 　　Later, he graduated from work, and I also need to spend a year at school. Start I'm afraid of, afraid of external factors can let us produce distance. A lot of things, will divide the interpersonal relationships, perhaps stranger from now on. Have to say, I'm a luckydog, also can thoroughly into the intelligence quotient is negative, completely fell into the pit. No matter how busy, he will be after the first time for me, on a business trip with small gift compensation I, will use various ways to express his heart. 　　And now, I look at the past, not from get nose a acid, suddenly want to cry. Finally, I still strong, tears streaming down her face, never finishing on strength, holding himself tightly, curled up, things chest cough up hurt by silver bethanath across the ring - he promise when graduation, to trap me, forever! The rest of my life, perhaps for a long time, also perhaps is now. I just reached out and cut off his own lifetime, 《白话文·www.baihuawen.cn》pack up the past, accompany to continue in the future. 　　Thought, my graduation will be a perfect start, but now, only to find that, this is the end of the broken. A wave of his hand of fate brought me into another road, let I missed him, between him and me, only parallel, loss of equal since then should be won't meet again. I ended up with a cruel refuse story, is not worthy of nostalgia, is miss, be remembered? Thoughtful, you should be right. Lock up lust, back up the bags and headed for the stranger. 　　（4） 　　Leave, equal to, but, a person, alone to go where? Suddenly a voice in my head: a lot of people feel you like a girl in suzhou, not suitable for the coastal city of big waves. Well, suzhou, and keep the amorous, poplar and willows. Know in addition to my family, I also told my girlfriends, all the things she fears, both my body and mental, I comfort her, and I will be strong to let all the things have a happy end, I will write my whereabouts in the blog, focus on "good luck"， is to protect me. I gave her a big smile, big hug, because I don't know, this time to leave, when to meet again? When the meet again, if I can recognize her with eyes? Gradually glides across the lonely and sad in my heart, but I can't cry. 　　Goodbye favorite city, silently say goodbye to the favorite person, before I go, stood his home for a long time for a long time, long to I feel this is for a lifetime. Light scatter, I turned and, on the southbound train, I want to be with your eyes, a good rest. I want to pretend to have his company, when I can see the world, complete my dream, and he had walk the belong to our dream. 　　With your own words, I in the editorial department has found a job successfully. Still under a pen name "edge" - pale predestination, also want to live to dream, although I know, have a heart, I will die in the in the mind, to rot. 　　Away for so long, my heart is guilty, he said to me that love, not love. To him, love is respect, love is occupied. But to me, love is to leave, love is entangled. Miss away for so long, my heart, he said that once the text hiding himself, only to meet me, words is hidden under me, so now? Hiding who in words? Borrow my girlfriends QQ number to visit his space, time and time again to read his writing, read his heart. I saw him the most afraid of lonely, but finally when he wrote to start a new relationship, I stopped the silent attention, love, felt relieved, and then I will easily to start her own life. 　　I work hard, earn a lot of a lot of money, then go to travel, and constantly update their own blog, only the text. Years later, maybe in my eyes is the decoration, so, I just left the scenery in my heart. Although my blog without pictures, but bo powder increasingly multiplication, or share with each and every one of their own good, be a kind of happiness. 　　（5） 　　Time in a hurry, unconsciously I danced around a few times, he has always been my hidden in a corner, but he is sunshine, warm my heart. More want to forget, more memorable, and ran aground in the love of nature, like the method of poison, erode my every cell, is not here right now. Travel, tourism, tourism, in cities, in the city, in the city! 　　Even shuttle in every city, the heart will still stay at the origin, never leave. But, I can't go back, already can't go back! Then with the wind. 　　Each to a city, I will still be used to buy a beautiful book, but more think it's rare to see admire; I will go with a variety of small ornaments shop, but never take away one thing; I will choose a holding a warm day, in the coffee shop take in a seat near a window, a quiet afternoon; I still like to walk in the street looking around, or people will see similar to his, want to run in the past, but tell yourself, how could he come here? I don't quit the habit, just quietly from nosy I grow up to be me. 　　The days passed, her eyes grew blurred. Perhaps it is time I went to gulangyu island. I write my blog: 　　If two people pledge into a person's romance 　　Gulangyu is not far away? 　　Who escaped the line of sight 　　Who fulfilled who lie? 　　If at that time not see 　　At this time also can miss? 　　The last stop 　　Stand out of the fate of prejudice 　　If there is reincarnation 　　Don't live up to meet! 　　（6） 　　Player's head, the second day ready for departure. But got a parcel at this time, I opened, suddenly found a stack of photos and two ticket: a picture is on the corner of the every city I have ever been to me, my coffee shop, bookstore of I, I'm in the wind, the rain I, in the sun I; Ticket ticket is gulangyu, a write my name, and the other one, I froze: jung - right, is he, like a flash of lightning split into my heart, I nearly fainted! My eyes blurred, plain edge, edge, can live the dream? 　　The ticket below, it is a postcard, qiu jin powerful font greeted, familiar, too familiar, just can't believe the sight of all is a dream, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?？?？?？? I will go to: postcards, word read word 　　Meet, like a thief 　　Steal my heart gentle 　　In ten thousand, from the fear of soft enough 　　Indirect light, turned out the warmth of your hand 　　Photo frames 　　I forget about 　　Can you the goblins 　　With my all, slip away 　　I forgot to talk, forget to smile 　　Forget to follow you, escape from the earth together 　　But used to drive, I have to find you 　　In fact you have been in the palm of my hand 　　Never leave 　　I stay in the office in front of you 　　For your blog writing poetry 　　This time I want to guard you 　　Never leaving 　　I'll be your eyes 　　I'll be your eyes 　　Take you have seen every scenery, through every inch of the land 　　I know your mind 　　See through your self-esteem 　　I hesitated, wandering 　　Foolhardy would I scare you off? 　　I'm so scared to lose 　　So I've been doing a stealth, protect you well 　　Forgive you surprised, you are the one, no branch can depend on you, forgive you all 　　You must believe that no matter what happens can alienate our promise 　　You remember, as long as you call me I will appear 　　You are never alone 　　I'd like to forward to give you a sense of security 　　My cell phone number has never changed 　　That heart, waiting for forever 　　- jung 　　Word my heart pulled up, forcefully pain, it turns out that I've seen in the figure, is he, he has been! Then open the box below: a beautiful book, open, is his endless tenderness, write "together" we been city; One unique small adorn article, is willing to part with or use I pick it up and down. 　　I have tears, focus attention on the things in front of all the whole, he gently to my neck in silver bethanath remove, remove the ring, predominantly wear in my hand: be ring is inescapable, it's a curse, only I can solve! 　　I looked at him, and his eye in floating in the sunlight and gentle! 　　It was two years ago when I first met him. At that time, he was a roamer who had、 just come to this city, single and had no thought of settling down. I still remember that he used to describe himself as a lost child drifting in the world, seeking things to till his heart, he could never stop, for he would lose his way, then die in silence. 　　It was like a crystal, though, our relationship, beautiful. pure but fragile. Sometimes we just like old friends. talking and laughing. But I knew that, there is always a separate yvorld in which only he exists, and he never let other people in. 　　"True relationship takes work," I told myself time and time again. I could wait, wait for the day he let me in, and wait for the day we became true friends. For a while, I believed that, until his leaving. 　　It was hidden and with an awful finality`'。Till then did I know that, I was a little part of his time on earth, a little understanding of his physical being. I was a little piece of him. Maybe to his drought-like heart, our relationship was just a drizzle, useless and disappointing. 　　Time slid away from fingers while I was trying to get on with my lifc. I locked our memories in a box and put it at the bottom of my heart, pretending nobody had turned up in my life,nothing had happened. 　　His appearing again split my peace again. Vivid memories came flooding back from the box deep in my heart. For a while, I was vaguely conscious, it was just like there hadn't being any distance, any separation between us, and his one-year left was just an alter of eyes. 　　When he told me that he had found the harbor for his wondering heart, I felt like drowning in a lake, cold and breathless. He kept talking but I could not hear a word. Perhaps nobody could be immune to `' such felony. 　　That night, he and his true love haunted my dream. They were flying far across the fields and woods,， leaving me far behind. I ran and ran, but could not catch up. I was the one left behind. 　　At that time, I realized, even perfect love couldn't promise you forever, sometimes, forever means to let him go.　　所有的财富和名誉都会被时间带走，任何的忧伤与快乐也都会被时间冲淡。在时间的雕刻下，一切都是如此的脆弱不堪，但有样东西除外，那便是爱情。下面小编为大家整理的关于情感的英文故事，希望对大家有用! 　　关于情感的英文故事 　　Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of others including Love.However, one day it was announced that the island would sink, so all prepared their boats and left.Love was the only one who stayed.Love wanted to stay until it started sinking. 　　When the island was almost sinking, he decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a beautiful boat.Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you? ” 　　Richness answered, “No, I can't.There is much gold and silver in my boat. There is no place in here for you.” 　　Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by, “Vanity, please help me! ” 　　“I can't help you, Love.You are all wet and will probably damage my boat, ”Vanity answered. 　　Sadness was close by, so Love asked for help, “Sadness, let me go with you.” 　　“Oh Love, I am so sad that I prefer to go alone! ” 　　Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not listen when Love called her! 　　Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come Love, I will take you.”It was an elderly.Love became very happy that he even forgot to ask the name of the elderly. 　　When they arrived to the other side, Love asked Knowledge who was the elderly. 　　“It was Time.” 　　“Time? Why did Time help me? ” 　　“Because only Time is capable of understanding how great love is.” 　　情感的小岛 　　从前有一座小岛，上面住着快乐、悲伤、知识，以及其他一切的情感，也包括爱情。突然有一天，情感们得知小岛将要沉没。于是，他们都准备好了小船，打算弃岛而去。唯有爱情留了下来，他想一直待到小岛开始下沉的时候再离开。 　　当小岛快要淹沉时，爱情决定寻求帮助。富裕划着一条漂亮的小船，从爱情身旁经过。爱情说：“富裕啊，你能带上我一块儿走吗?” 　　富裕回答道：“不行，我的船上全是金银珠宝，已经腾不出地方啦。” 　　爱情又决定向身旁的虚荣寻求帮助。“虚荣啊，请帮帮我!” 　　“我没法帮你，爱情。你全身都湿了，说不定还会弄坏我的小船。”虚荣回答道。 　　悲伤也从旁边经过，于是爱情又向他求救，“悲伤啊，让我和你一块儿走吧。” 　　“噢!爱情啊，我太悲伤了，我还是一个人走的好。” 　　快乐也从旁边经过。但是她沉湎于快乐之中，根本就没有听见爱情在叫她。 　　突然，一个声音传来：“来吧，爱情，我带你走。”说话的是一位长者。爱情非常高兴，连那位长者的姓名也忘了问。 　　到达彼岸之后，爱情向知识打听那位长者是谁。 　　“他是时间啊。” 　　“时间?时间为什么要帮助我呢?” 　　“因为只有时间才能理解爱情的伟大。”　　It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight? 　　Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers. 　　Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance. 　　The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it. 　　And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile. 　　This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion. 　　For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well. 　　One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shippe 　　d to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. 　　The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face. 　　Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples. 　　And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. 　　Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common. 　　"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years. 　　"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply. 　　Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet. 　　"What is it?" I ask. 　　"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy." 　　Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together." 　　With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 'Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to 　　another camp'?" 　　"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling. 　　"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?" 　　I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma." 　　For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering. 　　Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don't ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?" 　　I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again. 　　Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise. 　　Valentine's Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her infront of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day: 　　"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."

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