校園愛情故事英文
校園情事經(jīng)久不衰,成為“臥談會(huì)”上最熱鬧的話題，下面這些是小編為大家推薦的幾篇校園愛情故事英文
校園愛情故事英文：I have nothing to do with sadness
When I read the high school, every day can always see my girl and a boy go upstairs. The boy every day to send the girl to go home, to the area of the gate.
I remember that boy has a very clean skin, than I also like to laugh, you are more beautiful than girls. That girl is very serious appearance, also does not look good, is often heard her learning in the population at home, people more reasonable.
I have nothing to do with sadness at the weekend, sometimes he also standing in the downstairs waiting for her to go out in the garden, but not directly to find her again, and then nowhere, in the garden. My classmates and I play in the side, the students will ask a few words: "waiting for her?" "You are a few class ah?" Classmate ask, he answer, or he never looked up. I feel his eyes really clean, smile will become curved.
I have never said a word with him, never. But I see that girl unsmiling, as well as adults to her too high evaluation, will secretly. Only privately.
A winter morning, he downstairs waiting for her, I went to the village to see him. He smiled to me, don't ambiguity, just smiled politely. Instantaneous time I stopped, looked at him quietly, he's full of petty pleasures of snow on the shoulder. I stood silently accompany him, he did not know.
Since I was young, I was afraid of the cold, but that day I have been in the waiting silently, also don't know why. Saw her slowly down the stairs and said good sliding road. I run all the way to leave.
At the beginning of high school take an examination of the day, he and I the same venue. I quietly looked at his back, I want to talk to him, but don't know what to say. He looked back once in a while, is still a curved eyes.
High eleven, we put three days off, I'm boring at home reading a book. I many times to look outside the window, have their figure, I didn't see all the time.
At the end of the holidays, school started to spread a rumor.
"You know, a boy ran to the girls home, was met by her father.
"Her parents are on a business trip, he will dare to come, who knows her father suddenly ran back with something.
"Just see them kissing on the spot, her father, the boy was too frightened to suddenly fell down from the balcony, was killed on the spot."
"Who are you say?" Suddenly I was afraid, I can't hear my own voice.
"Is your home upstairs that woman and her boyfriend."
I closed my eyes quietly, standing in that don't move.
I go home to grandma asked about this matter, said the grandmother, her father was not blame them, but the boy was frightened and will fall. Silently I look from the balcony, her family on the fifth floor, this fall, fall much more ugly. I think of his clean skin, he curved eyes, felt faint sad. I have no chance to see her, didn't have a chance to know her reaction, how sad, how sad.
In this way, the third year, no one is talking about him.
Senior year at the beginning of the exam, I saw her name at the top, very lovely appearance. Commendation congress have also seen a year, she as before, serious, very stubborn raised his head, else, quickly smiled a while taking the photo, laughing in a hurry, let a person feel very naughty.
I suddenly thought of the boy, I don't know her sad look for him, for he cry. I left the playground, without my behind his back to the thousands of blatant, quietly left.
I know they don't care, because everything is over, she could not for future feelings broken. I know I should don't care, because everything has nothing to do with me.
But I really want to leave, just want to leave. People clapped and laughed behind, no one will notice me.
I know no one understand me, no one understand me. I at that moment, the tears flow.
校園愛情故事英文：You are my warm gloves
Sixteen-year-old spring. Conducted an interesting activities in the class, in order to let the boys and girls can get along well, the class teacher AD hoc next Monday as girls' day, to the whole class boy for a girl to do a good thing, and give a meaningful gift.
You are my warm gloves I chose her, Ye Xiaohua. One at a time when almost forgotten by the whole class classmate rural girl. The corner of the window, she quietly with his head down. When I called out her name on the stage, she suddenly got a fright. Class male students started booing, laughing.
Laughter, I with she together into a less embarrassing.
I'm not with her. I chose her, entirely out of kindness, even, is a kind of pity for the weak. Although, I know the word for Ye Xiaohua is so cruel, but I can't think of there are other reasons. She accept me, estimation is helpless choice, because we all know, besides me, there will be no second boy chose her.
Each lesson she listened very carefully, especially a foreign language. And I hate all of the subjects, and even in the grade I bad student know the school do not love learning. We together all night surfing the Internet, smoke; Sometimes with his fists on someone else's nose breath; Back schoolbag to steal fruit from the orchard, exhaled to eat fruit, and put the rest of the residual broken when standing in front of the students in the class the bench...
Almost all the bad things I have done. I hate language, so that every time take an examination of the foreign language, hearing problem has not put, I have put all the multiple choice questions well, just waiting to submit the time to come.
There is a rule in the class, every time the mid-term after the final exam to be a big adjustment of qualifying. The class out of the classroom, according to the examination results successively enter one by one, choose oneself want to take the position.
I remember very clearly, the achievement of the Ye Xiaohua ranked first. She, in all admiring eyes slowly towards the empty classroom, walked towards the dark corner by the window.
Sit down at that moment, I don't know how, feeling his chest was what pressure and heavy.
She answered with a slightly alarmed stopped the teacher: "I am taller than other students, I sat behind also can see, some students to sit in front of may."
Early in the morning of 15, an extreme hate foreign language bad boy, smelled good.
I chose Ye Xiaohua of girl day as the object of the message or pass out, in the bad student union of school. Smoking in the toilet, lei and a group of high grade one bad my classmates to come over to ask me, if after the Ye Xiaohua. I say: "you break wind. I don't even have a crush on a head of the sow sporty Ye Xiaohua."
All people know I seldom get angry. A look at me like that, don't have words. Finally, lei to drop a word away. After Ye Xiaohua is a peasant, he says, is to go back home to the fields to feed pigs.
My heart suddenly some sad. I know, I don't have any relationship and Ye Xiaohua is, but why I am uncomfortable? She return back ah, farming, feed pigs, why should I be sad?
Early in the morning, the teacher in the lecture, I sleep acock. Opened his eyes, facing Ye Xiaohua position. She pressed the pen in "sasha vujacic" to write. My heart suddenly some sour, because I didn't see at this moment, her thin grew on the back of a few big frostbite, her hand rub them from time to time.
Pass by lei family's clothing store, I saw a pair of pink, with a little flower gloves quietly on display in the counter. I just spend $9 take the double price for $32 gloves. Lei assiduously behind scold me, said my gloves must be sent to a village Ye Xiaohua. I didn't look back. But in the ride a bike on loudly said 1: "I was sent to the village, the gloves are buy for her farm with me."
Lei didn't sound at the back. I'm against the sharp wind, laughing loudly.
Ye Xiaohua didn't look at me when wearing gloves. Because as long as she is put on the gloves, the last row in the class of male students will shout loudly. I'm too lazy to go to them, I just don't have time to realize the everyman. Besides, I also don't know why, after I gave her gloves, her away every time I see I want to hide. Can't hide, blushing a nasty run away.
I thought I was too sensitive, but over time, everybody used to it. Perhaps, is forget about it.
Since then she will take the initiative to send me some English notes, let me look good. I then, but I never go through that. God knows how much I hate English.
The university entrance exam, finally over years of study career, including those I do bad boy, you can come to an end at last.
With a group of friends are preparing to wasted, Ye Xiaohua suddenly appear in the bar. That a faded old cloth is different from the usual dress makes her look so lovely. Seventeen years, always like a bouquet of sunshine penetrated my pupil.
All the people present are kept the same with me surprised, for Ye Xiaohua.
She said to me. "Thank you had to send my gloves, warm." I didn't talk, laugh.
Then she quips again ask me: "to be honest, you knew how to write in English?"
She know I hate English, but also deliberately ask me this question. I reply to her at that time, all in English, I know to write "I love you", because of chasing girls want to use. Other, I know nothing.
Probably, this is my last conversation with Ye Xiaohua.
Later, I am the parents' relationship into a power company secretarial. A few months, can't adapt to the feeling of inferiority, resignation and friend partnership opened an advertising company.
Busy social life, I began to forget everything when I was a student, including the village Ye Xiaohua.
Sometimes think, really funny. After the others had said a village condemned home fields to feed pigs. Now the somebody else in famous university, the prospect one be bright, how can you go home?
Can't remember a few years later, I got a promotion planning about clothing and gloves. Because the problem of The Times, the media that must come into contact with English, so I have to open a computer query on English spelling of clothing and gloves.
Glove, gloves. When this short English appeared on a computer screen, I suddenly understand something. The girl to put English notes to lend me, the girl met I was running away from, with what kind of a passion. About those distant gloves, at that time, English so good, she must know, what is the meaning of the gloves.
Difference love, to love. I read in English over and over again, I suddenly remember the afternoon was riding a bicycle, Shouting with the gloves together with her fields. Remember, that day on the platform called out her name; Remember, that day, at the last moment she shed all girlish missish, asked the meaning of my gloves. The meditation, suddenly understand with some regret from mind flash across, I want to make up for what?
I began trying to find Ye Xiaohua messages. Finally, through the other students learn that she had married, according to the friend I give the address of the past. Finally, a restaurant in front of her home to see her.
She call out my name, I smiled and nodded, suddenly speechless. Holding side tall men, for I suddenly appeared, she was not the abnormal half of it.
Just, she told me a joke type: "be sure to learn English well."
Back home, and then looked at the list been I repeatedly copy of English words, suddenly cried. Pain that's hard to said, combined with the youth in the regret regret flowing with heavy together.
Overnight, I delivered gloves advertising plan to the client, client representatives unanimously.
Spring coming down as shortly before dawn, the whole city of outdoor stop, floor tower, is a the same gloves covered with advertisements. Slogan is a simple sentence: gloves, Giove, difference love - my love for you, a warm new era.