关于爱的英语故事

爱情和情歌一样，最高境界是余音袅袅。只有细水长流才会有相濡以沫的爱情。本文是关于爱情的 英语 故事 ，希望对大家有帮助!关于爱情的英语故事篇一 A beautiful true love story One day, a young guy and a young girl fell in love. But the guy came from a poor family. The girl’s parents weren’t too happy. So the young man decided not only to court the girl but to court her parents as well. In time, the parents saw that he was a good man and was worthy of their aughter’s hand. 有一天，一个年轻小伙子和一位年轻姑娘坠入爱河。但小伙子出身贫寒。姑娘的父母不 太乐意。所以年轻小伙决定不仅向女孩求爱，也向她父母请求。随着时间推移，姑娘的父母 发现这个小伙子很不错，是值得女儿托付的人。 But there was another problem: The man was a soldier. Soon, war broke out and he was being sent overseas for a year. The week before he left, the man knelt on his knee and asked his lady love, “Will you marry me?” She wiped a tear, said yes, and they were engaged. They agreed that when he got back in one year, they would get married. 可是有一个问题：这个小伙子个士兵。不久战争爆发了，他被派往海外一年。在他离开 的前一礼拜，他跪到姑娘的面前向她恳求，“你愿意嫁给我吗??姑娘擦了擦眼泪说愿，于 是他们了订婚了，说好等他一年后回来后就结婚。 But tragedy struck. A few days after he left, the girl had a major vehicular accident. It was a head-on collision. When she woke up in the hospital, she saw her father and mother crying. Immediately, she knew that he must had been badly injured. 但悲剧发生了。就在他离开在几天后，姑娘遇上车辆迎头相撞的重大车祸。当她醒来的 时候她躺在了医院，看到父母亲在哭泣，她意立刻识到自己伤得不轻。 She later found out that she suffered brain injury. The part of her brain that controlled her f ace muscles was damaged. Her once lovely face was now disfigured. She cried as she saw herself in the mirror. “Yesterday, I was beautiful. Today, I’m a monster.” Her body was also covered with so many ugly wounds. Right there and then, she decided to release her fiancé from their promise. She knew he wouldn’t want her anymore. She would forget about him and never see him again. 后来，她发现她自己是脑损伤。控制她的脸部肌肉的那部分大脑受损，她那张人见人爱 的脸现在毁了。在镜子里看到自己样子，她不禁痛哭起来。“昨天我是美丽的。今天却成了 丑八怪”。她浑身都是可怕的伤口。此时此刻，她决定背离他俩许下的承诺，离开她的未婚 夫。她心想他是不会要她了，她要忘了他，再也不见他。 For one year, the soldier wrote many letters — but she wouldn’t answer. He phoned her many times but she wouldn’t return her calls. 一年之中，这位士兵小伙子给她写了许多信，她就是不回复。他给她打许多次电话，她 也不回电话。 But after one year, the mother walked into her room and announced, “He’s back from the war.” The girl shouted, “No! Please don’t tell him about me. Don’t tell him I’m here!” 一年后，母亲走进她的房间告诉她说，“他已从战场上回来了”。姑娘大声说道。“不! 不要把我的情况告诉他，别告诉他我在这里。” The mother said, “He’s getting married,” and handed her a wedding invitation. The girl’s heart sank. She knew she still loved him — but she had to forget him now. With great sadness, she opened the wedding invitation. And then she saw her name on it! 母亲又对她说，“他要结婚了”，说着递给她一个婚礼请帖。姑娘的心碎了，她知道自 己还爱着他，可是现在她必须忘了他。怀着较大悲伤，她打开了婚礼请帖，赫然看到请帖上 写着她的名字! Confused, she asked, “What is this?” “怎么回事?”她困惑不已。 That was when the young man entered her room with a bouquet of flowers. He knelt beside her and asked, “Will you marry me?” 就在这时候，这位年轻小伙子拿一束鲜花走进了她的房间。他跪在她身旁问道：“你 愿意嫁给我吗?” The girl covered her face with her hands and said, “I’m ugly!” 姑娘用手掌捂着脸说，“我丑!” The man said, “Without your permission, your mother sent me your photos. When I saw your photos, I realized that nothing has changed. You’re still the person I fell in deep love. You’re still as beautiful as ever. Because I love you!” 小伙子答道，“没有问你的允许，你妈妈把你的照片寄给了我。我看到你的照片，我 想没有什么可改变的，你仍然是我深爱的人。你还是像以前一样美丽，因为我爱你!” 关于爱情的英语故事篇二 How to keep in touch with my girl friend More than 2000 kilometers apart, I cannot stay with my girlfriend, a beautiful and lovely girl, for we are both busy in studying and working respectively. Almost every night, if not always, she turns up in my dreams, in white wedding dresses with a bunch of flowers in hand, wearing happy smile. My mind, if not occupied by the dull books and endless homework, is always full of her pretty face, her sweet smiles, her tender kisses and her smart tricks. Every day is just a torture for us. I can hardly imagine how I can continue to suffer for another three years. Efficient communication is essential for us, for we miss each other strongly! If the money left in my telephone card is not zero and I happen to be in dormitory, I must constrain myself from calling her, because as a teacher in a university, she has her own business to deal with and I don’t not like to bother her. When I finish my lunch, I dash back and dial her number which is so familiar for me that I can dial it with my eyes closed. Every night, back from the library, although tired and sleepy, I chat with her for at least 20 minutes, just to hear her wonderful voice, which is indispensable for me. Sometimes we chat into deep night, and time always elapses before we know it. If we happen to fail to call, it is hard for me to have a sound sleep. When I am puzzled with some questions, her voice will always inspire me and bring forward new ideas which lead to excellent solutions. What a great miracle! When she run into some difficulties, she always appeals to me and I try my best to comfort her and give some advice. I prefer telephone cards to food although my income is limited, and she takes the initiative to call me because she’d like me to feed myself well. Thanks for the mobile communication technology that is developing fast, we can send short messages with cell phones. We send at least 10 every day, just to feel each other and make us felt. When we are happy or sad, the first reaction is to tell each other in the short messages. I copy all the short messages in my diary and so does she. Sometimes I read them repeatedly, with a warm passion floating in my heart. It is convenient for us to surf on the Internet and we chat through QQ, a popular and free instant communication tool. We bought and installed digital cameras so that we can see each other vividly. Sometimes the pictures captured by the cameras are not so fluent owe to the limited network band but we can endure it because what really count is that we can see each other as if we are nearby. She tells me that she is worried about me when she finds that I am thinner than before and exhorts me to take care. We send e-mails to tell how deep we love each other. Old and almost obsolete as it is, we write to each other frequently. We appreciate the written letters for they make us appreciate and value the warmth. I keep the letters neatly in my drawer and go through them before sleeping. I believe the letters will be our wealth in our life which is so valuable that they cannot be assessed by money or anything else. From time to time, we send little and lovely presents, just to give each other a sweet surprise. When I take photos on the campus of Tsinghua University, I send them to her to confirm her that I am well. When the winter comes, she sends me warm clothes. So as you see, we can feel love and happiness every day in spite of the long distance because we love and care for each other deeply, and we believe the true love will always prevail! 关于爱情的英语故事篇三 最浪漫的回忆 As Anna looked out the window of her old beach house on the edge of the emerald sea, she bedpan to remember all the beautiful memories she had there throughout her many years. One memory in particular seemed to come to mind It was about 70 years ago late in the month of.August. Anna was 16 years old and that was her first summer together with Peter. Although she felt that she had been with him forever, it had only been a short month since then had tirst met on that very beach. This particular day was so memorable that Anna found herself thinking about it all the time, since Peter ha、passed away. 坐落在翠绿的海边的海滨别墅里，安娜望着窗外，开始回忆起她多年来在那里留下的美丽的瞬间，关于其中的某个瞬间的记忆犹为深刻。故事发生在大概70年前的深秋，那年安娜16岁，也是她和皮特一起度过的第一个夏天。尽管她感觉已经和皮特在一起很久了，可实际上自从他们第一次在海滩相遇才过去短短一个月而已。那是特殊的一天，是值得回忆的一天，自从皮特去世后，安娜的思绪总是不自觉地回到那一天。 Early that morning at about 5:45, Anna awoke to the sound of a tapping on her window. When she opened the window, to her surprise Peter was standing there with a picnic basket and a blanket. Peter told Anna that since it was his last day at the beach this summer that he wanted to spend the entire day with her. from the time of the sunrise to after the sunset on the horizon. After they watched the sunrise early that and ate their romantic picnic breakfast. they一sat on the swing at the nearby park.They talked for hours on end, telling each other how they would keep in touch until they could be together the following summer. 那天清晨约5:45,安娜就被轻轻敲打窗子的声音弄醒了打开窗，她惊讶地发现皮特站在窗外手里提着野餐篮和毯子他说今天是和安娜一起在海滩度过的这个夏天的最后一天，他想要一整天都和安娜在一起，从日出到日落他们一起观看老人那天清晨的的日出，一起享用了一顿浪漫的野餐早餐，一起在附近的公园荡秋千他们交谈了好几个小时，让彼此知道他们会一直保持联系，直到第二年夏天再次相见。 It was a beautiful day and the aun beamed down on them in the early afternoon as they swam in the waves of the crystal clear water at the beach. Anna could remember them splashing and playing in the water for what has seemed like a million years and not knowing where all the time had gone. 那天天气很好，他们在海边清澈的波浪里 游泳 ，午后的阳光照耀在他们身上安娜仍然记得，他们在海里打着水仗，时间在嬉戏中不知不觉地流失。 It was already starting to get dark on the beach. So then, Anna and Peter dried off and found a pretty spot at the top of a hill they had often gone to talk throughout the summer. They set out their blankets and laid in each other's arm until all of sudder it began to pour. Most people would have thought that the rain would put a damper on their prfect day, but Anna still remembers the strike of excitement it sent through her, as the drops poured down.The way Peter had taken her by the hand and led her down the side of muddy hill to the beach sent chills up her spine.They began to dance right there on the sand, in th a pouring rain. As they danced. in each other strong embrace.Anna could still remember Peter's exact words. He said to her.‘f love you Anna and f want to be with you and only you for the rest of my life’At that very moment. Anna knew that she felt exactly the same and that they would be together for the rest of their lives. 海滩开始呈现夜色，安娜和皮特待衣服风干后，在整个夏天他们聊天常去的小山顶上找到了一处好位置，摊开毯子，彼此依偎，直到突然下起倾盆大雨.大多数人也许会觉得这场雨给他俩完美的一天带来些许遗憾，而安娜却仍然记得当雨点倾泻而至时自己体会到的兴奋皮特牵着她的手，带着她走下泥泞的山坡，一直走到海滩上的情形令她心动神摇倾盆大雨中，他们开始在沙滩上跳舞，他们跳着、紧紧地拥抱着对方，“我爱你，安娜，我希望能和你共度此生，也只想和你共度此生”，这些话，安娜仍然清楚地记得.在那一刻，她知道，她的想法和皮特一样，他们将共度余生. As the rain bedpan to stop and the clouds cleared from the sky, Peter and Anna sat down to watch the most beautiful sunset that either of them had ever seen. Peter walked Anna home that night and regardless of how hard it was for the both of them to say good-bye; they both knew it had to happen eventually. Throughout that year, Anna still remembers sending and receiving dozens of letters and pictures to keep in touch. 雨过云开，安娜和皮特一起坐着欣赏未曾见识过的落霞美景晚上皮特送安娜回家，尽管他们都不愿意说再见，但他们明自，这个时刻始终会到来安娜清楚地记得，那一年，他们保持着频繁的信件和照片联系。 Thinking back through the 69 wonderful years that they had together, that one day is the one that stands out most in her mind Although she had many more memories that are unforgettable with Peter, she still thinks back to the way he looked that night. The way his wet dark hair fell over his sapphire blue eyes still put butterflies in Anna's stomach’!In addition, the way that his strong body made her feel so safe as they danced in the rain, like ht would never let her go. 回忆起他们一起走过的幸福的69年时光，有关那大的记忆最为深刻尽管还有很多有关皮特的无法忘怀的回忆，她仍然经常回忆起那天晚上皮特的样子，他湿湿的黑发垂在深蓝色的眼睛上面的样子仍让她的心如小鹿般乱撞此外，他们雨中舞动时，他那强壮的体魄给她一种强烈的安全感，让她感觉他永远都不会放开她. Anna spent many days and nights for the past nine months since Peter had passed away reminiscing" about that one special day they had together, she never regretted any of the time they had spent together. She only cherished the way that sun looked as it raised and tell over the horizon. Anna continued to sit by her windowsill and dream of yesterday and she would continue to until the day she could be with her one true love, Peter again. 皮特去世后的9个月内，安娜日夜都沉浸在他们在海滩一起度过的那个特殊日子的美好回忆中。对于她和皮特一起度过的每一天，安娜井不觉得有任何遗憾，她只是在珍藏着那天日出日落的美景坐在窗边，安娜重温着昨大的记忆，日复一日，直到她和真爱皮特再次相聚的那天。

故事：在现实认知观的.基础上，对其描写成非常态性现象。是文学体裁的一种，侧重于事件发展过程的描述。强调情节的生动性和连贯性，较适于口头讲述。下面为大家带来了有关于爱的简单英文小故事，欢迎大家参考！

《Love》

Love is an art which involves deep emotion. It is a pure and lofty desire in ones innermost heart. Real love means not only a pleasure, but also loyalty and obligation. To love is to give and sacrifice. One who can not create happiness, even make sacrifice for his beloved, cannot be counted as a true lover.

To be loved you have to love. True lovers are willing to sacrifice themselves for each others sake. True love needs no expression in words. One glance is enough to make each other understand. A handshake, a gentle touch inspired by respect and admiration, will leave you intoxicated and remain in your memory. Even when you are old you will recall and cherish it with deep emotion.

Real love is unforgettable. With the development of science and technology, love becomes more noble, rich, fine and subtle. As is known to all, everyone is born with the right to love and also the right to refuse to return love. Human love exists with human beings. Wherever there are people, there is love.

Let us draw courage, confidence and happiness from love.

《When Love Beckons You》

When love beckons to you,follow him,though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wing sen fold you,yield to him,though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you,believe in him,though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

But if, in your fear, you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of loves threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but it self and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate loves ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a payer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

奶奶的爱

We had moved from Cairo to Mt. Vernon, Illinois, away from my grandmother when I was eight years old. I missed her terribly. I was told I was her favorite grandchild; she was my favorite “Granny.” She was my Father’s mother.

Two years later my mother and father separated and they were soon divorced. I felt as if my world was falling apart. My heart ached for that part of me that was slipping away. Mother must have sensed my longing, for she would take my little brother and me back to visit my Granny on occasions, even after the divorce.

I was always aware Granny loved us. It was something you could feel with your heart, even when your world was turned upside down.

She didn’t live in a fancy house or have expensive things, but I never noticed; I just knew she loved me and I loved her back.

We had lived, for a time, next door to her and grandpa in a duplex while my father was away during World War II.

Granny had never had very much in the way of money or material things. But it was the little things she gave me that had always mattered. Things like letting me dip my fingers in the sugar bowl, which was always sitting on her table or the coffee she let me sip from her cup. She allowed me to sit on top of her kitchen table as I partook of those privileges.

Granny took the time to explain the function of her weather vane, hanging on the wall, which predicted the upcoming weather. How that little wooden boy and girl knew what door to come out of, when it was going to rain, amazed me. But Granny understood.

She also had a vinegar cruet that sat high on a shelf that was beautiful, in my eyes; I asked if I could have it someday. It was given to me in a box after her funeral. She remembered; love is like that.

I used to spend a lot of time with Granny when we lived in Cairo, next door to her and granndpa, in the duplex. But times and things had changed. Grandpa had died; we lived a hundred miles away, and dad, her youngest son, my daddy, no longer lived with us. I didn’t get to see dad much, and I don’t know if Granny got to see him very often either. But, he was her son, and I knew she loved him. Love is like that; it can see past the pain.

Though she didn’t have much, neither did we, but she did something for my brother, Tommie and me. I will always remember; she saved her pennies in a glass jar. I am sure Granny could have used those pennies herself but she saved them to give us when we came to visit. Because I was the oldest I was in charge of dividing the pennies equally between my brother and me.“One for you, one for me,” I would repeat until the jar was empty.

I don’t remember how much we collected on our visits, nor was the amount important. It was the idea that she remembered us, and cared about us, when we were away from her.

Those memories, of when I was a child, still give me warm fuzzy feelings on days that I need them. A Granny’s love stays with a grandchild, down through the years, even when that child becomes a grandma herself. I often wonder, after all those years, when I am lucky enough to find a penny lying on the ground somewhere, if it could possible be Granny tossing me pennies from heaven.