Famous sayings:

Famous sayings of love

1. The path of true love is not smooth. ——? Shakespeare

2. Love sublimates people's longing to perfection. -Dante

3. Whoever keeps saying "I don't love" is in love. -ovid

4. True love between men and women can not be achieved by body or spirit, but only in the state of mutual integration of spirit and body. -Zhu Yaoxie

5. Joy and pain in love appear alternately. -Joe Byron

6. Whoever loves according to the rules will not get love. -Montaigne

7. Life is precious, but love is more expensive.

Love epigram:

Love is the poem and the sun in life-Suhomlinski

Without love, the sun will die-Hugo

True love never fades-Hugo

Love is not enough. With happiness, I still want to be in paradise; I miss heaven when I have a paradise-Hugo

My soul is tightly attached to you, and your love is the brilliant light in my life-Goethe

Seize the opportunity of happiness, love and be loved-Leo Tolstoy

If the love lasts for a long time, will it last forever-that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.-Bai.

Love story:

I once met an apple.

a red apple.

at that time, I was still young and only went to junior high school. My deskmate was a boy who would blush. Yes, I blush when quarreling-I have quarreled with him a lot, and he always apologizes first. I also secretly think that he is very gentlemanly. Later, the teacher adjusted his position and I separated from him.

It was sunny that afternoon. I rode to school, thinking about something far away, and suddenly I thought of him. He left in the morning and was transferred to the third group. I don't know why, my heart is empty, just like a room that has not been cleaned for a long time. When I came to the classroom, I saw my new deskmate, a boy who didn't say a few words to me. Inadvertently, I turned my attention to him. He was talking and laughing with his new deskmate. When I sat in my seat, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, not for anything, but because I couldn't see him from this angle. When I reached into the drawer to get a book, I met a comfortable and cool thing-an apple. There is a note on it that says "for you" and a smiling face. The familiar handwriting is him.

I don't have a smile, but I think an apple tree has grown in my heart. However, the biggest and reddest apple happened to fall into my hand. It is mine.

I didn't eat it, and I didn't tear off the note. I just carefully put it in the interlayer of my schoolbag and took it home. When I got home, I didn't eat it either. I just put it on the bookcase, with the side with the note facing outward. It is so red and round, just like a poem by Bai Langning. I looked at it, as if I had read words on this apple and read a heart that was so red and round.

I don't remember how those days passed. I only remember that I couldn't see him in my seat because of the angle problem. I only caught a glimpse when passing the notebook. He was still like that, blushing, knowing some Olympic math problems that girls couldn't do, and smiling at the teacher stupidly. However, the quarrel that only belonged to us never appeared again. I heard my own heartbeat for the first time in that brief look back.

every day when I go home, I will talk to that apple. I'm afraid the apple is tired of listening to it, too. Little girl's triviality, little girl's heart. However, the apple still looks like a good temper, emitting fragrance and attractive luster, just like a silver bowl, containing the same secrets as rice grains. Gradually, every time I pass by the fruit stand and see an apple, I will think of him, his bright smile and the way he blushes when he quarrels. Simple, like an apple.

I was at a loss when the apple began to fester. Where the apple festers, water begins to flow. I know, it's cider. Smelling the fragrance of wine, I still didn't throw it away.

When the apple was completely corrupt, I left that note, but there were stains on it, which was an apple's footprint to the world. I passed the fruit stand that day, bought an apple and put a note on it, just like before. However, I know that the note is still the original note, and I am still the original me, just an apple, not the original apple.

I've always adhered to that habit. When an apple rots, I'll buy another one, put a note on it and put it on the bookcase. Until graduation from junior high school. I looked for him with my graduation contact book, but he paused and wrote down his contact information. However, in the message column, he only wrote "bon voyage".

when I got home, I looked at the apple and shed a tear.

I still remember the sound of tears falling on the ground. Although I am a college student, I have never called him or bought him one apple after another, because I know that the best way to deal with an apple is to eat it.