Lyric and argumentative essays related to love

Suddenly remembered a sentence many years ago: marriage is like shoes on your feet. Whether you are comfortable or not, only you know.

Love is meeting the right person in the right place at the right time. That's great!

As the days go by, the road goes on. Love your feet and cherish your shoes, but don't let them affect your mood.

Within three months, shoes with broken soles and shoe segments will not be returned or replaced. So if you find something wrong with your shoes within three months, don't bother to return them, and don't give up because they are too expensive. Our slogan is: "Choose only the right ones, not the expensive ones". Replace them and find shoes that suit you.

Our distance is measured in light years.

This is not a story.

Eight years ago. I am a sophomore and you are a senior. I saw you coming from a distance and turned your head as if nothing had happened. You stopped me with a smile, young man. You don't say hello when you see me. I bowed my head and hurried by. The wind in Pukou is very strong. Wildflowers on the roadside are in full bloom. How much I look forward to it, looking forward to passing you by every time.

Six years ago. I am a senior three student. You have graduated and are working in Shanghai. Before graduation, I traveled between Shanghai and Nanjing. I tried to find a job in Shanghai. Just because you are in that city. Closer to you, I think. Even a little.

Five and a half years ago. I graduated and came to Shanghai as I wished. You, quit your job and go back to Nanjing, because I heard that you are going to go through the formalities of studying in Germany. I find that all my efforts are to keep myself away from you. I'm standing on Nanjing Road in Shili Foreign Exchange. In the hot summer, I am cold all over. You and I have no choice but to race like turtles and rabbits.

Five years ago. I told my mother that I wanted to go abroad. I am going to study in France. Mother is puzzled. You graduated from the Japanese Department. Why did you go to France? I won't talk about it. I can't say I'm just following in your footsteps. I studied French hard for half a year. Find the local language school. Your old friend accidentally told me that you had gone to Germany. I was shocked. Didn't he apply to go to France? Your friend simply said that it was rejected by France and replaced by Germany. Anyway, you have to learn the language from scratch, the same. Yes, it's the same for you, but it's completely different for me. I began to believe that cause and effect are predestined, and everything has a destiny.

Four and a half years ago. I came to Japan in despair. Without your country, it's the same everywhere. You, I don't know where you are at this time. You have no idea. I think you're crazy. You are in Germany. Where are you in Germany? I haven't heard from you at all

Four years ago, winter vacation. I went to Germany alone. Not for you, I just want to travel to Europe. I told myself this. Your friend sent me your address in Germany. You're in northern Germany, cold Hamburg. I am very afraid of the cold. But that year, I was covered in blood.

That cold winter, all I can remember is the creak of a thick scarf and boots stepping on the snow. I got off the plane in Frankfurt and went to Hamburg by train. I see the city where you live and the castle of fairy tales by myself. Your phone number is written in the notebook in my pocket, and I keep it in mind. But I never had the courage to fight. Before I leave, I take a taxi to your door. I look forward to seeing your smile and back. I can only see the snowflakes rustling in front of your red brick and green door, and there is a thick wooden sign hanging on the copper door handle, which says in German, ich ing in die tschechoslowake. Candy. In short, here is your clever signature. The wind beat on the door panel and drove me into the abyss. It doesn't know its owner, but a friend Wan Li came to visit it. In the cold wind that year, I desperately thought that we had no fate at all. You will stay away from me forever. You are busy in sunny Prague, and I am crying in Hamburg in northern Germany.

Three years ago, spring break. Your friend told you about my MSN that year, and you added me. Hey, young man, do you remember me I said, yes, of course I remember my brother. Do you remember, you don't know, the word is unforgettable. You said, last time I heard that you came to Germany, why didn't you contact me? I said, time is in a hurry, brother Han Hai. You said that I am in Denmark now and have time to travel.

Hehe, you always run so fast. I looked up and found that the distance between us can only be calculated in light years. I will always follow in your footsteps, always slower than you.

That spring break, I went to Denmark. Although, I didn't tell you.

The streets of Copenhagen are full of bright sunshine and cold wind.

This Nordic city is filled with the breath of Andersen's fairy tales. Yes, this is a beautiful fairy tale.

Vor Frelsers Kirke, the roof of the church of the Savior, the moment I saw you, it was unparalleled sadness. I've been looking forward to meeting you countless times. In gone with the wind in Nanjing, or in the sparse subway, I waited for a thousand years, in exchange for your busy schedule. You held a beautiful girl's hand and shouted at me, why are you here! Aren't you in Japan? It's amazing! I can't believe I met a younger one in Denmark! There are people around looking at us curiously.

Yes, we are old friends who meet again after a long separation. In your opinion, the probability of one in ten million is not deliberately created by me, but painstakingly managed by me. Although before I came, I thought the world was small and Copenhagen would be big. I don't remember whether I cried or not. I put my hands together, the church of the savior, the savior of all beings, and I will always remember this name.

I'm ten meters behind you, and seeing you in love in a sea of people has nothing to do with me.

Two years ago, you told me on MSN that you immigrated and the technicians immigrated to Britain. You said that English-speaking countries are more developed. Oh, England, another cold place. I'm a little tired. For so many years, I love you like a dry battery that runs out of energy, but it has become a habit.

You said, you like traveling so much. If you come to England this year, I'll drive you there. At that time, you were enthusiastic.

I really want to tell you that I don't want to go to England. What a cold place it is. It reminds me of the desolate Hamburg. Finally, I went. I can't refuse you.

We went to Scotland that year. Beautiful Loch Ness, moving bagpipes.

That was when I was closest to you. You told me what I was like when I was studying in Nanjing. At that time, students and teenagers were in high spirits.

You said that your girlfriend in Denmark is going to apply for a visit visa to accompany you next year.

I am also your alumnus, a girl who likes to travel around the world.

At that moment, I knew that the farthest distance in the world is not the ends of the earth, not that I am by your side, and you don't know that I love you. But I can't say I love you when I'm by your side.

I should know that you and I, it's time for me to be alone.

I went to France a year ago. I have been in France all my life. The place I always wanted to go. This year, I only ran for myself.

I have seen your photos under the Arc de Triomphe. You leaned over and grinned.

I'm at a loss to know what it's like to take your girlfriend to France. Are you wandering the streets of Paris like me, with blurred eyes? where am I going? How romantic Paris is can't dilute my melancholy.

This year, you said I was lonely in England and wanted to go to Northern Ireland. You asked me if I could go.

My passport is stamped with visas issued by various countries. How much I like traveling. How sad I feel to be alone.

I said I'll go. I can't refuse you in my life.

I want to see you one last time this year. Maybe meeting you will ease my sadness. After that, I never want to go to Europe again.

Northern Ireland, don't you find that the pronunciation of "Northern Ireland" is "sadness"?

This year, you told me that you broke up with your girlfriend, and your four-year relationship was gone.

You never know, I have a crush on you for eight years. How many eight years are there in a person's life? I have decided to stop loving you from next year.

You said, stop running around the world, finish reading early, get married in China, marry someone you like, and live in peace.

I said, okay. I will.

You were silent for a while and said, what if you went to Germany and I didn't go to the Czech Republic?

I said, I-I don't know.

You know, but you knew all along.

This is just a novel.

I miss you today.

We often love to lose, only to realize that what we once had was so beautiful; However, in the same way, when we can have something, we will understand what we have lost before.

We often say: the lost thing is always the best, the lost love is always the most unforgettable, and the remaining lover is the most perfect. You should cherish everything now, lest you regret it one day.

Yes, some things, once lost, can never come back. However, when calculating the gains and losses, have we ever thought that you may never know what you have lost? If you don't leave the old you, you will never know. You could have found a better love.

If you haven't met him/her, you may never know that all the love, sacrifice, devotion and care you have done are superficial. Today's meeting made you suddenly understand that the previous paragraphs were not love. The person you miss so much and can't give up is actually nothing. How kind the world is, so that you finally have everything now. Just a little, you'll never know what you've lost.

How thrilling is it between gains and losses? When I lost it, when I owned it, I experienced a storm.

Don't let love become a kind of injury.

If you don't love someone, please let go and let others have a chance to love her; If the person you love gives up on you, please let go of yourself so that you can have a chance to love others.

Some things won't belong to you no matter how much you like them, and some things are doomed to give up if you miss them again. There are many kinds of love in life, but don't let love be a kind of harm.

Some destinies are doomed to be lost, and some destinies will never have a good result. You don't have to be loved, but if you have someone, you must love him well.

If sincerity is a kind of harm, I choose lies; If a lie is a kind of injury, I choose silence; If silence is a kind of injury, I choose to leave; If the loss is painful, are you afraid to pay? If confusion is bitter, will you choose to end it? If the pursuit is bitter, you will choose stubbornness; If separation is bitter, who do you want to talk to? A lot of things were seen later. Many things were not bitter at that time, but they just couldn't find their way.

There is a kind of love, obviously deep love, but I can't say it. There is a kind of love that I want to give up, but I can't give up. There is a kind of love that you know is suffering, but you can't let go. There is a kind of love, knowing that there is no way out, but the heart can't be redeemed.

Love is not a game, but a sincere effort. You have to forget that it is really impossible. No matter where I go, I think I should leave a pure beauty in my heart. I have never been easily tempted by others, and suddenly I find myself deeply in love. What kind of taste is really difficult to express in words, is it joy? Is it sadness? How can you forget that you can take back what you like? What can be done is not love.

I often feel that maybe love just needs to find someone to love because of loneliness, even if there is no ending. But why is love so fragile? Sometimes it is more fragile than glass. It is so powerful that it still loves it and never regrets even if it is hurt all over. Love can be temporary or lifelong. Everyone can fall in love with different people at different times. Why is my love so difficult? I don't know who can't live without who, but it's hard to forget. Maybe that's why I'm not strong enough.

You never know, in fact, everything has come at the right time, but we are not in the mood to meet or care. Give up because of love. It sounds great and free and easy, but who can really leave for love? Maybe you can, but I really can't give up easily Although some feelings are so direct and cruel, there is no room for any twists and turns. Some things won't belong to you no matter how much you like them, and some things are doomed to give up no matter how much you value them. Love is a song in life that can never be sung. You may experience many kinds of love in your life, but don't let love be a kind of harm!

Love you like a fish for 7 seconds.

Someone told me that the memory of fish is only 7 seconds. After 7 seconds, it doesn't remember the past, and everything becomes new.

So in that small fish tank, it will never feel bored, because after 7 seconds, every place it swims has become a new world. It can be kept fresh forever.

I'd rather be a fish and forget everything after 7 seconds. Everyone I meet and everything I do can disappear, but I'm not a fish, so I can't forget the people I love, the pain I care about and the pain of lovesickness. . . . . .

Fish can't see the tears of the person they love, but they can feel each other's heartache. In this life, we can't be free fish, so you can't feel it, just like I can't feel that you love me. . . . . .

How long can you love someone?

If I were a fish, I could love you for 7 seconds. . . . . .

Seven seconds later, I fell in love with you again, and I will love you forever. In the way of fish.

I'm blinking. What about you? Are you okay when I blink? I miss you, so I keep blinking, because I don't want to shed tears. It turns out that fish also have the feeling of missing and pain. How nice it is to be a fish in the water. You can freely shed tears for love without being hurt.