I sighed, sat at her desk, looked at the "Pushkin Collection" that she had read halfway through, and happened to see Pushkin's famous article
I have loved you, maybe, love has not completely disappeared from my heart, I hope it will no longer bother you, and will not want to make you sad at all
I have loved you silently and hopelessly, and I am secretly sad for fear and jealousy. I love you so sincerely and lingeringly. I hope others love you, just like me.
This is the most touching article about Pushkin's poems I read in high school.
At that time, I had fantasized countless times that I could meet a beautiful and good girl. I loved her and she didn't love me. I was far away from her, looking at her, silently enduring the pain and sorrow of my secret love, and then quietly leaving her and going to a place where no one is alive for the rest of my life
However, I have never tasted the secret love in my life, but instead made countless women who like me sad for me. Now, I have dragged Song Min, who has experienced two failed marriages, into the sea of suffering.
Seeing Song Min's tears of almost despair tonight, I felt guilty and regret for this for the first time in my life
Seeing this poem, I can feel Song Min's sad and helpless mood at that time. There seemed to be traces of being wet by her tears on the paper. I also saw that this poem had been turned over by her countless times.
Next to her, she interprets her mood with a tall and beautiful brush. She is a talented woman. Her calligraphy has been obtained from the true teachings of her famous calligrapher's father. There is only one sentence on it: Mingtao, I love you
My tears can no longer help but burst into my eyes!
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, turned over this page and continued to read. After turning over a few pages, I saw another song "Happiness" which she often reads.
The flowers of life have just bloomed, and they withered in the lonely confinement. The youth has quietly passed away, leaving only its traces of sadness
From the moment I fell to the ground, to this delicate youth, I have never tasted joy. Please tell the flowers: My melancholy heart has never had happiness
There is also the mood interpretation written by her next to her: This is also a portrayal of my life. I don’t know when I will be with Mingtao. Maybe, I am about to lose him. The happiness of the past is like flowing water passing away, flowers falling to the ground, crushed into soil and turned into dust.
My eyes were completely blurred and I could no longer see, because there was almost a sentence next to every poem: Mingtao, I love you
This collection of poems was a birthday gift she and I gave her when we first met her 5 years ago
I originally wanted to give her a big diamond ring and a handful of red roses, but considering her personality, doing so would definitely make her look down on me, and would make her feel that I am a very philanthropic and vulgar person.
So, I went to bookstores in Beijing, big and small, to buy this hardcover version of "Pushkin Poetry Collection", and then went to a gift shop to wrap it with the most elegant gift paper.
When I delivered the gift to her, she was very surprised. She didn't expect that such a street angel-like figure, I would like Pushkin as much as she did.
I was very dissatisfied with my evaluation and took her to my house without blushing. I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and took out a broken notebook, and asked her to see the poems written by Pushkin in high school. She smiled while watching, looking up and down from time to time, looking up and down at me
I said proudly at that time: How about it, it’s a bit like a sweet sweet charm of a master.
When Song Min saw that she almost couldn't straighten her waist at the end, she gave me a comment: 1 in 10,000, this is already very polite. Haha, don't be angry. The writing is good. Unfortunately, you can't understand Pushkin's mood at that time, nor does he have the depressed experience he had at that time...
Later, I forgot what she said. Since then, she has treated me much better than when she first met me. We gradually found out that we are all the same type of people, and most of our hobbies and tastes are the same.
At that time, Song Min was able to fall in love with me. My good taste was the primary reason, and I was also a bit lucky. I guessed that she thought it was right.
Although we are together almost every day, she never shows how deep the feelings for me are. She is always close and distant
I was immersed in the memories of the past, suddenly, a warm hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Song Min stroking my face. I quickly turned my head and wiped my tears.
Song Min sat softly on my thigh and put her around my neck, asking: Why are you crying? Don't be sad for me, I accept my fate... She snuggled her head against my head, and still gently stroked my face, and then said: You have seen what I wrote, alas... I really shouldn't let you see it, make you feel uncomfortable with me. Don't think too much, go and pick her up happily tomorrow.
My tears almost flowed out again, and my voice couldn't help but tremble and said: I'm sorry for you
She smiled bitterly and said: I'm fine, don't think so much about me with you for so many years. I've been very happy and happy. Really, I'm much happier than the days I lived in the past. I've always been grateful to you and I don't blame you for hating you at all... Today I was too out of control and let you see my secret. It's really a failure. Haha, I'm so failed.
I'm sorry for you, I'm a bastard!
You have never been sorry for me, you have never promised anything, a woman occasionally makes trouble and says nothing is not the truth, don't take it to heart, I won't say anything anymore, you should accompany me for the last night tonight, I'm tired...
I'll carry you over...
hold me……
I picked her up and walked to her bedroom
I gently put her on the bed, took off her long skirt and stockings, and she suddenly said: Let's take a shower together. I haven't taken a shower with you for a long time. I nodded, picked her up again and turned around and walked into the bathroom in the bedroom.
I put her on the sink, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature and started to release water
She held my shoulder, I turned around and hugged her and kissed her...
The sound of water is gurgling, we kiss passionately, our tears are mixed together, and we let the tears flow into our mouths at will
We have no feeling of pain, tears are our sweetest poison. We kiss each other's tears and eat them into our mouths, as if we taste the clear sweet spring, as if we taste the temptation fruit that Eve gave to Adam...
We are not kissing, but sucking each other's souls. Our bodies are completely naked and integrated together. You are me and I are you: Her lips are my lips, my fingers are her fingers, her chest is my chest, my lower body becomes part of her lower body, as if a thick giant python spreads into the ancient and mysterious grottoes...
The water overflowed our bodies, her back was pressed against my chest, and my hands gently stroked her breasts like feathers.
She trembled all over and enjoyed my caress, stretched out her long fingers, grabbed a handful of red, white, yellow, and purple rose petals from the flower basket next to the bathtub and sprinkled them in the water...
After sprinkling the petals, she opened a small bottle and poured a few drops of fragrant essential oil into the water. The fragrance of flowers and oil filled the air, making us both comfortable and comfortable.
Our lower body was tightly combined and motionless, but her inside was constantly shrinking and trembling, cleverly stimulating me to expand continuously!
Constantly hard!
Come on, give it to me, give it to me all...
I am coming!
Ah! I'm going to die!...
Do you want it any more, baby...
If you want...I want it even!...Don't stop... You are so hot... so hot that I hurt!
I know you like the hot feeling!
Yes...I'm really dying!...Ah
Five times
It's the sixth time... You are a devil... a fascist!... I like it! Come on, tear me to pieces! I'm willing to die under you so that I won't suffer for the rest of my life...
Don't cry, my Min'er, I love you!
Mingtao, I love you!
I love you!
I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!………
I love Song Min, but I didn't know it at that time
Or, it is because we have been very dull and peaceful for several years. Although we have not formally lived together, we are like ordinary couples: we go to work together, cook together, watch movies together, go shopping together, read books together at night, and have sex together. As simple days pass by, the love hidden deep in our hearts slowly sprouts and grows.
After taking a shower, we were lying on the big bed together. Song Min said to me: Do you know, every time I read Pushkin, I want to have sex with you. The sweet and greasy smell in his poems reminds me of the feeling you felt when you entered my body.
Well, his poems are so sweet that they can't help themselves and cannot control themselves. It seems that the whole world is made of honey. It's really a devil in the poem.
Your poem is written more like a devil. You were so young in high school. How could you know so many secrets for women? So I felt very funny at that time. Haha, if I hadn't been looking at the paper for many years, I would have thought I had met a postmodern stream of consciousness poet.
Haha, when I was in high school, I went to all the beautiful girls in the school, and I didn’t let go of the nearby schools. In the end, I went to the principal’s daughter and almost got expelled.
No wonder you wrote every organ of a woman so carefully, you bad boy learned bad things so early
How old are you starting to do bad things?
I'm much more honest than you. I'm not the eldest daughter of my first husband after my wedding night. I was 25 years old that year.
Very conservative, I didn't see it
Yes, many men would never have imagined that I was chanted by the elderly in the village since I was a child: This girl was raising her eyes and her breasts were big, and she must have been born by the vixen. Haha... When I was a child, my mother forced me to learn to walk with her head down and wrap my breasts tightly with a cloth strip. I was almost angry!
In the place where birds do not lay eggs in your hometown, golden phoenixes flew out of the thief's nest! When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were a returned overseas Chinese.
Yes, our place was because we were too poor, and horse thieves and bandits were rampant. If we didn't do this, we couldn't live. Later, the Japanese came and killed many people. The male and female soldiers were almost killed because they participated in the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. There were not many women left, so they became even poorer. I heard from my hometown that there are only a few families left there. I am the first female college student there, and the man is my dad.
Haha, your two generations really bring honor to the villagers, especially your dad, who has become such a famous calligrapher
The poor children have become a family early, and they will never get out of the small hills without fighting for their breath
From now on, I will go to see your hometown, and you will take me around
Do we have a future?
I turned her face, kissed her deeply, looked at her eyes and said firmly: Yes! I will not leave you!
She asked: What should I do over there? Do you still marry her? Have you promised someone to get married after being discharged from the hospital?
I said: Marry it! Isn’t it just marriage? What’s the matter? At worst, I’ll leave her if I don’t obey.
Song Min also smiled: Are you a sequelae of marriage fear? Or is it guilty? It seems that someone forced you to get married. It is not as terrible as you think. If you give in to each other, you will pass.
I said embarrassedly: Well, I feel it's too heavy when I think about having to bear a woman for the rest of my life
Then you won’t feel tired if you don’t get married in the future and take care of us at the same time? Your wife and lover, you can only choose one. She is getting older and more social experience, and it will be difficult for you to be foolproof.
I don't believe in this evil!
If you don't believe me, what if I can't control myself? If I ask too much, you will be annoyed again.
There is no way, you two are objective, they are both my heart and soul. I have a bad mind and it is difficult to make a choice. You should give in more, okay? Hey,
Why do I let her do you mean irresponsible...
I interrupted her: OK OK, this problem is too complicated, I will avoid it for the time being, it’s useless for you to force me. I never thought that I would fall in love with two women at the same time!
Song Min’s biggest advantage is that I won’t embarrass me when I’m in a dilemma, and said: OK, go to bed early, I’ll take you on the plane tomorrow
I have loved you, maybe, love has not completely disappeared from my heart, I hope it will no longer bother you, and will not want to make you sad at all
I have loved you silently and hopelessly, and I am secretly sad for fear and jealousy. I love you so sincerely and lingeringly. I hope others love you, just like me.
This is the most touching article about Pushkin's poems I read in high school.
At that time, I had fantasized countless times that I could meet a beautiful and good girl. I loved her and she didn't love me. I was far away from her, looking at her, silently enduring the pain and sorrow of my secret love, and then quietly leaving her and going to a place where no one is alive for the rest of my life
However, I have never tasted the secret love in my life, but instead made countless women who like me sad for me. Now, I have dragged Song Min, who has experienced two failed marriages, into the sea of suffering.
Seeing Song Min's tears of almost despair tonight, I felt guilty and regret for this for the first time in my life
Seeing this poem, I can feel Song Min's sad and helpless mood at that time. There seemed to be traces of being wet by her tears on the paper. I also saw that this poem had been turned over by her countless times.
Next to her, she interprets her mood with a tall and beautiful brush. She is a talented woman. Her calligraphy has been obtained from the true teachings of her famous calligrapher's father. There is only one sentence on it: Mingtao, I love you
My tears can no longer help but burst into my eyes!
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, turned over this page and continued to read. After turning over a few pages, I saw another song "Happiness" which she often reads.
The flowers of life have just bloomed, and they withered in the lonely confinement. The youth has quietly passed away, leaving only its traces of sadness
From the moment I fell to the ground, to this delicate youth, I have never tasted joy. Please tell the flowers: My melancholy heart has never had happiness
There is also the mood interpretation written by her next to her: This is also a portrayal of my life. I don’t know when I will be with Mingtao. Maybe, I am about to lose him. The happiness of the past is like flowing water passing away, flowers falling to the ground, crushed into soil and turned into dust.
My eyes were completely blurred and I could no longer see, because there was almost a sentence next to every poem: Mingtao, I love you
This collection of poems was a birthday gift she and I gave her when we first met her 5 years ago
I originally wanted to give her a big diamond ring and a handful of red roses, but considering her personality, doing so would definitely make her look down on me, and would make her feel that I am a very philanthropic and vulgar person.
So, I went to bookstores in Beijing, big and small, to buy this hardcover version of "Pushkin Poetry Collection", and then went to a gift shop to wrap it with the most elegant gift paper.
When I delivered the gift to her, she was very surprised. She didn't expect that such a street angel-like figure, I would like Pushkin as much as she did.
I was very dissatisfied with my evaluation and took her to my house without blushing. I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and took out a broken notebook, and asked her to see the poems written by Pushkin in high school. She smiled while watching, looking up and down from time to time, looking up and down at me
I said proudly at that time: How about it, it’s a bit like a sweet sweet charm of a master.
When Song Min saw that she almost couldn't straighten her waist at the end, she gave me a comment: 1 in 10,000, this is already very polite. Haha, don't be angry. The writing is good. Unfortunately, you can't understand Pushkin's mood at that time, nor does he have the depressed experience he had at that time...
Later, I forgot what she said. Since then, she has treated me much better than when she first met me. We gradually found out that we are all the same type of people, and most of our hobbies and tastes are the same.
At that time, Song Min was able to fall in love with me. My good taste was the primary reason, and I was also a bit lucky. I guessed that she thought it was right.
Although we are together almost every day, she never shows how deep the feelings for me are. She is always close and distant
I was immersed in the memories of the past, suddenly, a warm hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Song Min stroking my face. I quickly turned my head and wiped my tears.
Song Min sat softly on my thigh and put her around my neck, asking: Why are you crying? Don't be sad for me, I accept my fate... She snuggled her head against my head, and still gently stroked my face, and then said: You have seen what I wrote, alas... I really shouldn't let you see it, make you feel uncomfortable with me. Don't think too much, go and pick her up happily tomorrow.
My tears almost flowed out again, and my voice couldn't help but tremble and said: I'm sorry for you
She smiled bitterly and said: I'm fine, don't think so much about me with you for so many years. I've been very happy and happy. Really, I'm much happier than the days I lived in the past. I've always been grateful to you and I don't blame you for hating you at all... Today I was too out of control and let you see my secret. It's really a failure. Haha, I'm so failed.
I'm sorry for you, I'm a bastard!
You have never been sorry for me, you have never promised anything, a woman occasionally makes trouble and says nothing is not the truth, don't take it to heart, I won't say anything anymore, you should accompany me for the last night tonight, I'm tired...
I'll carry you over...
hold me……
I picked her up and walked to her bedroom
I gently put her on the bed, took off her long skirt and stockings, and she suddenly said: Let's take a shower together. I haven't taken a shower with you for a long time. I nodded, picked her up again and turned around and walked into the bathroom in the bedroom.
I put her on the sink, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature and started to release water
She held my shoulder, I turned around and hugged her and kissed her...
The sound of water is gurgling, we kiss passionately, our tears are mixed together, and we let the tears flow into our mouths at will
We have no feeling of pain, tears are our sweetest poison. We kiss each other's tears and eat them into our mouths, as if we taste the clear sweet spring, as if we taste the temptation fruit that Eve gave to Adam...
We are not kissing, but sucking each other's souls. Our bodies are completely naked and integrated together. You are me and I are you: Her lips are my lips, my fingers are her fingers, her chest is my chest, my lower body becomes part of her lower body, as if a thick giant python spreads into the ancient and mysterious grottoes...
The water overflowed our bodies, her back was pressed against my chest, and my hands gently stroked her breasts like feathers.
She trembled all over and enjoyed my caress, stretched out her long fingers, grabbed a handful of red, white, yellow, and purple rose petals from the flower basket next to the bathtub and sprinkled them in the water...
After sprinkling the petals, she opened a small bottle and poured a few drops of fragrant essential oil into the water. The fragrance of flowers and oil filled the air, making us both comfortable and comfortable.
Our lower body was tightly combined and motionless, but her inside was constantly shrinking and trembling, cleverly stimulating me to expand continuously!
Constantly hard!
Come on, give it to me, give it to me all...
I am coming!
Ah! I'm going to die!...
Do you want it any more, baby...
If you want...I want it even!...Don't stop... You are so hot... so hot that I hurt!
I know you like the hot feeling!
Yes...I'm really dying!...Ah
Five times
It's the sixth time... You are a devil... a fascist!... I like it! Come on, tear me to pieces! I'm willing to die under you so that I won't suffer for the rest of my life...
Don't cry, my Min'er, I love you!
Mingtao, I love you!
I love you!
I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!………
I love Song Min, but I didn't know it at that time
Or, it is because we have been very dull and peaceful for several years. Although we have not formally lived together, we are like ordinary couples: we go to work together, cook together, watch movies together, go shopping together, read books together at night, and have sex together. As simple days pass by, the love hidden deep in our hearts slowly sprouts and grows.
After taking a shower, we were lying on the big bed together. Song Min said to me: Do you know, every time I read Pushkin, I want to have sex with you. The sweet and greasy smell in his poems reminds me of the feeling you felt when you entered my body.
Well, his poems are so sweet that they can't help themselves and cannot control themselves. It seems that the whole world is made of honey. It's really a devil in the poem.
Your poem is written more like a devil. You were so young in high school. How could you know so many secrets for women? So I felt very funny at that time. Haha, if I hadn't been looking at the paper for many years, I would have thought I had met a postmodern stream of consciousness poet.
Haha, when I was in high school, I went to all the beautiful girls in the school, and I didn’t let go of the nearby schools. In the end, I went to the principal’s daughter and almost got expelled.
No wonder you wrote every organ of a woman so carefully, you bad boy learned bad things so early
How old are you starting to do bad things?
I'm much more honest than you. I'm not the eldest daughter of my first husband after my wedding night. I was 25 years old that year.
Very conservative, I didn't see it
Yes, many men would never have imagined that I was chanted by the elderly in the village since I was a child: This girl was raising her eyes and her breasts were big, and she must have been born by the vixen. Haha... When I was a child, my mother forced me to learn to walk with her head down and wrap my breasts tightly with a cloth strip. I was almost angry!
In the place where birds do not lay eggs in your hometown, golden phoenixes flew out of the thief's nest! When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were a returned overseas Chinese.
Yes, our place was because we were too poor, and horse thieves and bandits were rampant. If we didn't do this, we couldn't live. Later, the Japanese came and killed many people. The male and female soldiers were almost killed because they participated in the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. There were not many women left, so they became even poorer. I heard from my hometown that there are only a few families left there. I am the first female college student there, and the man is my dad.
Haha, your two generations really bring honor to the villagers, especially your dad, who has become such a famous calligrapher
The poor children have become a family early, and they will never get out of the small hills without fighting for their breath
From now on, I will go to see your hometown, and you will take me around
Do we have a future?
I turned her face, kissed her deeply, looked at her eyes and said firmly: Yes! I will not leave you!
She asked: What should I do over there? Do you still marry her? Have you promised someone to get married after being discharged from the hospital?
I said: Marry it! Isn’t it just marriage? What’s the matter? At worst, I’ll leave her if I don’t obey.
Song Min also smiled: Are you a sequelae of marriage fear? Or is it guilty? It seems that someone forced you to get married. It is not as terrible as you think. If you give in to each other, you will pass.
I said embarrassedly: Well, I feel it's too heavy when I think about having to bear a woman for the rest of my life
Then you won’t feel tired if you don’t get married in the future and take care of us at the same time? Your wife and lover, you can only choose one. She is getting older and more social experience, and it will be difficult for you to be foolproof.
I don't believe in this evil!
If you don't believe me, what if I can't control myself? If I ask too much, you will be annoyed again.
There is no way, you two are objective, they are both my heart and soul. I have a bad mind and it is difficult to make a choice. You should give in more, okay? Hey,
Why do I let her do you mean irresponsible...
I interrupted her: OK OK, this problem is too complicated, I will avoid it for the time being, it’s useless for you to force me. I never thought that I would fall in love with two women at the same time!
Song Min’s biggest advantage is that I won’t embarrass me when I’m in a dilemma, and said: OK, go to bed early, I’ll take you on the plane tomorrow
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