英語短篇愛情小故事

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1.Are you waiting for me?

The girl is very beautiful and very cute. Adolescent boys, well, I like her, like dead heart! But, he didn't dare to say to the girl! In order to see more girls, boys can only be on the way from school, at a crossroads for cycling, hiding in the side, quietly waiting for the arrival of the girl.

Across the intersection of the air, also can't remember, how many times I have been the boy's drumming heartbeat drive. Near the car of the old man, also to keep shake head, sighing young boy, and the heart of blurred.

But one day, the girl in the corner, suddenly stopped. She cheerfully came to the boy, asked softly:" are you waiting for me?"

Instantly, the boy's heart is warm. That afternoon, he and his girl, riding a bicycle, side by side to walk a long good long way, said a lot of words...

The boy and girl, never be together. But a growing boy, but the heart remember that girl, and be good girl, has been moved.

Someone like you, it is your blessing. If you know he likes you, waiting for you, might as well offer, to speak out love and not love. Even if you don't like him, also it doesn't matter. In the face of love, you teach him to learn to let go, tell him to wait for another person, this is love to each other due to the feedback.

The boundless huge crowd meet, don't silence, don't escape, more don't disregard, let us ask gently:" are you waiting for me?"

2. Time left to life

His eyes, eyebrows, lips, and sound... All of his. Even that some broken shoes - he is the boys of class, with delicate facial feature and very sweet voice.

But he had to go, want to go to the army, he wanted to fly.

I can't deliberately pretend to go to the toilet round to his class went to see him, can no longer behind his bicycle... Heard the news, I ran to the outside of poplar in burst into tears.

The sun is bright, hot, dry, cicadas in the air. In the hole and nothingness. I skipped school, decided to visit him.

He is in a small town far away. But I still decided to go to.

It is a bold and aggressive decision. He doesn't know me, we didn't say half sentence.

In on my bicycle. I am on the way to the strange town.

Is really strange. All dirt, boiling up soil dives into my face, and sweat. Just rained by exposure to the sun, the dust has indescribable smell, I like the taste, like to go to see a person's feeling. Bicycle is broken, a chains will be off, I hang chain while humming a song of songs, hum of what is not important, important is I have a light fragrance of the heart, with a stimulus and joy.

I this is to see oneself to like a person!

The sun is very poisonous, my skin was burnt by the hot, I'm thirsty, but didn't sell water, I only ride, only go forward.

I think, I almost heatstroke. Throat smoke, more hot, white shirt quick became black, with a mixed dust and sweat on the clothes.

Shoes also is full of soil, but my heart is happy, again afraid, and trembling, saw what he says, he said I like? No, I won't say! I only see his one eye is enough, just looking at it. Just a glance! Midway I also lost, went to another town. Ask again for you to find, to his home, it's getting late. I stood at his doorstep, cold feet.

Quietly into the yard. See the back of a teenager.

In the mind blast.

But, not him.

Fat some, shorter than him, he looked back and you seek? He asked me.

...... I said, I find... I carefully say his name.

My brother went to grandma's house.

I suddenly feel aching, like breaking down, I just smiled, then rushed out, I ran quickly, on the bike ran crazily, like what's behind the people after me.

Who are you? Who are you? Shouted his brother in the back.

Who am I important? This is important? I can't say who I am, I only know that I came to see him, he is not, he is not!

I don't know how long I cried, cry while riding. The wind came, and with my tears, east west, on the face, dirty, chaotic, my heart, very sad.

The bicycle tire, I pushed it under the stars, step by step walk back.

In the middle of the night, I came back home, drink a lot of cold water. Down on the bed, can't move anymore.

Then I have a fever, ill a few days. I'm good, he went away.

Then later, I didn't tell him. His wife and son, I marry a woman, we live a life of their respective. He did not know, there is a girl, the summer at the age of 17. Once in an afternoon, on his way to see him. I think that some things, some love, just one thing, with him.