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<p><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">温暖记忆 简短却震撼的七个爱情故事<script></script>
</span></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">这七个故事很简短,但她们说的都是一个主题</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">——</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">爱情!真心希望你们每个故事都看一下,不会用很长时间<wbr></wbr>,但保证你能感到那种被震撼的感觉!</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="279" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.1&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="200" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;">1.</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">带走的钥匙</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他和她邂遇在火车上,他坐在她对面,他是个画家。他一直在画她<wbr></wbr>,当他把画稿送给她时,他们才知道彼此住在一个城市。两周后<wbr></wbr>,她便认定了他是她一生所爱。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">那年,她做了新娘,就像实现了一个梦想,感觉真好。但是<wbr></wbr>,婚后的生活就像划过的火柴,擦亮之后就再没了光亮。他不拘小节<wbr></wbr>、不爱干净、不擅交往,他崇尚自由,喜欢无拘无束<wbr></wbr>,虽然她乖巧得像上帝的羔羊,可他仍觉得婚姻束缚了他<wbr></wbr>。但是他们仍然相爱,而且他品行端正,从不拈花惹草。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">她含着泪和他离了婚,但是带走了家门的钥匙。她不再管他蓬乱的头发<wbr></wbr>,不再管他几点休息,不再管他到哪里去、和谁在一起<wbr></wbr>,只是一如既往地去收拾房间,清理那些垃圾。他也习惯她间断地光临<wbr></wbr>,也比在婚姻中更浪漫地爱她,什么烛光晚餐、远足旅游、玫瑰花床<wbr></wbr>,她都不是在恋爱和婚姻中享受到的,而是在现在。除了大红的结婚证<wbr></wbr>变成了墨绿的离婚证外,他们和夫妻没什么两样。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><script></script><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">后来,他终于成为了有名的艺术家,那一尺尺堆高的画稿<wbr></wbr>,变成了一打打花花绿绿的钞票,她帮他经营帮他管理帮他消费<wbr></wbr>。他们就一直那样过着,直到他被确诊为癌症晚期。弥留之际<wbr></wbr>,他拉着她的手问她,为什么会一生无悔地陪着他。她告诉他<wbr></wbr>,爱要比婚姻长得多,婚姻结束了,爱却没有结束,所以她才会守侯他<wbr></wbr>一生。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">是的,爱比婚姻的长度要长,婚姻结束,爱还可以继续<wbr></wbr>,爱不在于有无婚姻这个形式,而在于内容。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="200" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.2&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="200" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;">2.</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">破碎的花瓶</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他和她是大学同学,他来自偏远的农村,她来自繁华的都市<wbr></wbr>。他的父亲是农民,她的父亲是经理。除了这些,没有人不说他们是天<wbr></wbr>生的一对,在她家人的极力反对下,他们最终还是走到了一起。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他是定向分配的考生,毕业只能回到预定的单位。她放弃了父亲找好的<wbr></wbr>单位,随他回到他所在的县城。他在局里做着小职员,她在中学教书<wbr></wbr>,过着艰辛而又平静的生活。在物欲横流的今天,这样的爱情不亚于好<wbr></wbr>来坞的</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">“</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">经典</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">”</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">。</span><script></script>
</font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">那天,很冷。她拖着重感冒的身体,在学校给落课的学生补课<wbr></wbr>,她给他打过电话,让他早点回家作饭。可当她又累又饿地回到家时<wbr></wbr>,他不在,屋子里冷锅冷灶,没有一丝人气,她刚要起身做饭<wbr></wbr>,他回来了。她问他去哪了,他说,因为她不能回来做饭<wbr></wbr>,他就出去吃了。她很伤心,含着满眶的泪水走进了卧室<wbr></wbr>。她走过茶几时,裙角刮落了茶几上的花瓶,花瓶掉在地上,碎了<wbr></wbr>。半年后,她离开了县城,回到了繁华的都市。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">这便是婚姻,坚强而又脆弱。如同漂亮的花瓶,放在一个合适的位置<wbr></wbr>,可以经受得住岁月的风化,但是只要轻轻一碰,掉在地上<wbr></wbr>,就可能会变成无数的碎片。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="200" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.3&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="200" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;">3.</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">滴水的窗檐</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他和她属于青梅竹马,相互熟悉得连呼吸的频率相似。时间久了<wbr></wbr>,婚姻便有了一种沉闷与压抑。她知道他体贴,知道他心好<wbr></wbr>,可还是感到不满,她问他,你怎么一点情趣都没有,他尴尬地笑笑<wbr></wbr>,怎么才算有情趣?</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">后来,她想离开他。他问,为什么?她说,我讨厌这种死水样的生活<wbr></wbr>。他说,那就让老天来决定吧,如果今晚下雨,就是天意让我们在一起<wbr></wbr>。到了晚上,她刚睡下,就听见雨滴打窗的声音,她一惊<wbr></wbr>,真的下雨了?她起身走到窗前,玻璃上正淌着水,望望夜空<wbr></wbr>,却是繁星满天!她爬上楼顶,天啊!他正在楼上一勺一勺地往下浇水<wbr></wbr>。她心里一动,从后面轻轻地把他抱住。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"><script></script> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">婚姻是需要一点情趣的,它就犹如沙漠中的一片绿洲<wbr></wbr>,让我们疲劳的眼睛感到希望和美,适当地给</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">“</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">左手</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">”</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">和</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">“</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">右手</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">”</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">一种新鲜的感觉吧。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="240" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.4&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="200" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;">4.</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">最后的旅行</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他是个搞设计的工程师,她是中学毕业班的班任老师<wbr></wbr>,两人都错过了恋爱的最佳季节,后来经人介绍而相识<wbr></wbr>。没有惊天动地的过程,平平淡淡地相处,自自然然地结婚。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">婚后第三天,他就跑到单位加班,为了赶设计,他甚至可以彻夜拼命<wbr></wbr>,连续几天几夜不回家。她忙于毕业班的管理,经常晚归<wbr></wbr>。为了各自的事业,他们就像两个陀螺,在各自的轨道上高速旋转着。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <script></script>
</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">送走了毕业班,清闲了的她开始重新审视自己的生活<wbr></wbr>,审视自己的婚姻,她开始迷茫,不知道自己在他心里有多重<wbr></wbr>,她似乎不记得他说过爱他。一天,她问他是不是爱她,他说当然爱<wbr></wbr>,不然怎么会结婚,她问他怎么不说爱,他说不知道怎么说<wbr></wbr>。她拿出写好的离婚协议,他愣了,说,那我们去旅游吧<wbr></wbr>,结婚的蜜月我都没陪你,我亏欠你太多。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">他们去了奇峰异石的张家界。飘雨的天气和他们阴郁的心情一样<wbr></wbr>,走在盘旋的山道上,她发现他总是走在外侧,她问他为什么<wbr></wbr>,他说路太滑,他怕外侧的栅栏不牢,怕她万一不小心跌倒<wbr></wbr>。她的心忽然感到了温暖,回家就把那份离婚协议撕掉了。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">很多时候,爱是埋在心底的,尤其是婚姻进行中的爱,平平淡淡<wbr></wbr>,说不出来,但是真实存在。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="200" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.5&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="240" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;">5.</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">晾晒的萝卜干</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">楼下住着一对老夫妻,男的是离休的处级干部,女的退休前是一家大医<wbr></wbr>院的主任医师,他们的两个孩子,一个是某局里的中层干部<wbr></wbr>,一个在国外读书。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">入秋的一个傍晚,我看见那老夫人在翻晒萝卜,我很奇怪<wbr></wbr>,像她这样的家庭,还用自己淹菜吃吗?我问她,张阿姨<wbr></wbr>,你家还淹咸菜吗?那老夫人很有丰韵,笑起来一脸的幸福<wbr></wbr>,她说你王伯就爱吃我做的萝卜咸菜,吃了一辈子都不腻<wbr></wbr>,过去工作再忙,都要给他晾菜,何况现在退休了,有多是时间。</span></font><span lang="ZH-CN">
</span></p><script></script><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">望着翻菜的老人,忽然就想起林语堂先生的名言:爱一个人<wbr></wbr>,从他肚子起。对那些走过几十载风风雨雨的婚姻来说<wbr></wbr>,爱可能真的就落在碗里,落在</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">“</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">萝卜干</span></font><font face="PMingLiU"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: PMingLiU;">”</span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">上了。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> </span></font><font face="SimSun"><span lang="ZH-CN" style="FONT-FAMILY: SimSun;">不是每份爱都是惊天动地的,实实在在,朴实无华是婚姻的一种境界。</span></font></p><p style="LAYOUT-GRID-MODE: char;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;"> <img height="240" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&disp=emb&attid=0.6&th=10d356a8bf9b6c07" width="180" border="0" alt=""/></span></font></p> |
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