第一篇：给亲爱陌生人的情书

给亲爱陌生人的情书

你好，

亲爱陌生人，现在是晚上10点半左右，你睡了吗？兴许你像我一样也没有早睡的习惯，想知道你此刻在干什么？你又在想着谁？你有没有一刻是因为我？

我大概知道，你不会想到我，你从未出现过在我的世界，你也不曾片刻会在乎过有一个陌生女孩会在背后关注你的世界，不管你知不知道，我就是这么存在着。你知不知道又有什么关系呢？是的，你不需要知道我的存在。

前些时候，我看了很久以前老徐和姜文一起演的《一个陌生女人的来信》，原来知道爱一个人可以有如此地步。老徐扮演的从女孩到女人一生默默的爱着一个浪荡的人，而那个男人却从未记住过她，这是何其的悲凉，直到死之前才把真相以来信的形式告诉他。你可以笑话那个女人的愚蠢，你也可以同情那个女人，但是你不可以亵渎她对爱的理解。就像你不懂我为何会在远方一直默默地注视着你。

最近我开始晚睡，以前我从来不会晚睡，我一直保持良好的.作息习惯，十二点之前会去睡觉，但是最近我常常是一点才睡。我睡觉之前都有读半小时书的习惯，我的枕边总堆着几本书，类型很杂。但是翻书可以让我很平静，没有时间去想太多。

想太多我也会把它写出来，然后心情就会好一点点，哪怕一点点也是变好不是吗？亲爱陌生人，我喜欢你是我梦中情人的模样，不需要有白马。像我老爸年轻的时候一样，戴一副眼镜文质彬彬的样子也好，或者穿着白衬衣牛仔裤干净的样子，又或者是穿运动服在篮球场挥汗自如，又或者是穿着西装笔挺…..不管怎样，你的什么样子都是我喜欢的模样。

亲爱陌生人，相比你的性格，宽容、体贴、成熟等等优良品格，可能我真的算不上一个配得上你的好女孩。用上海话讲我很作，对事物充满好奇，但是自身环境条件有限，我只能一边努力的端着自己的生活，一边羡慕别人的生活。我脾气不算太好，喜欢据理力争，但也常常会输的心服口服。如果我跟你生活在一起，我想我们大概会常常吵架，但是你放心，如果你有理，会是我先向你投以和解的微笑，这个时候我也希望你对我展开亲切的拥抱。我知道自己不聪明，可是我知道亲爱的你未来会走向我的身边，告诉我：你这么笨，没有了我怎么行。虽然这只是幻想。

亲爱陌生人，如果未来的你来到我身边，你会把我计划在你的旅行中么？虽然我也一个去过一米阳光的丽江，万里恢宏的长城，明媚艳丽的厦门，可是我的旅途总是那么一群人或者自己一个人，两个人会是怎么样的，我很好奇。

亲爱陌生人，我脾气不好并不代表我不讲理，我很理解这个世界的游戏规则，你可以以自己的意志在外面过的精彩，但是不要走太远，记得偶尔回头看看，记得玩累了就回来。有个女孩在等着你的一扇门，我不渴望是那把打开你心结的钥匙，我渴望是你回家之后第一眼感受到光明温暖的灯光。哪怕只是触动你的上下眼皮一下下。

亲爱陌生人，我是不是话太多，但这就是我啊，话多却句句心里都有你的我。

亲爱陌生人，愿你今晚好梦，我想你若果是小王子，我愿意做那朵玫瑰。

晚安，倩儿。

第二篇：写给亲爱老婆的情书

我亲爱的老婆，在这里我和你说声对不起！这份情书让你等了这么久真抱歉！现在补给你希望你能原谅我，呵呵！我知道你一定会原谅我的，因为我的老婆是最好的，嘿嘿！

老婆，我非常非常的爱你，我们的开始即快又突然，开始的让我们的朋友不敢相信，呵呵！我们是上天注定的没有任何的原因，我深深的爱上了你，现在爱的无法自拔，我要爱你一辈子，和你在一起我感到非常开心，非常的幸福。在我一个人的时候，想起你，我都会觉得自己很幸运，上天给了我一个难得的机会，让我们相遇，也让我们开始相恋了，让我没有错过你，这是我们的缘分，一生已经注定的缘分！我非常珍惜我们这段缘分，我要把我们这段感情持续到底，永远的相爱，永远的在一起！

现在我还有很多缺点希望你能包容我，我答应你我一定会慢慢的改掉的，让你满意，让你开心。我会学会哄你开心，疼你，为你做浪漫的事，让你开心，让你幸福，这是我给你的承诺，一生的承诺，也是我一生的目标，让你开心是我最幸福的事，呵呵，我爱你，我要做个好老公，让你成为最幸福的女人！！

堕落的我生活在黑暗之中，上天怜悯我，在我快被黑暗淹没的时候给我带来了一丝光明，你是我生命中的光明，给我带来了希望，让堕落的我又重新站了起来，让我黑白的生活变得再次出现了色彩，我感谢上帝给我带来了你，我会珍惜你的，抓住我生命中的光明!现在的我生活不再空虚，不再迷茫，我有了目标，我有了我一生要守候的人！现在的我生活的非常开心，非常幸福，我要和你一起分享幸福，分享快乐，分享我一切的一切！

最后我还想再说句话。老婆，我要用我的一生去爱你，希望你能做我这一生中唯一的老婆，唯一的爱人，陪伴我一起走过这一生！！老婆我爱你。。

第三篇：TED英语演讲稿：给陌生人的情书

I was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to the p.O.box at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has never believed in email, in Facebook, in texting or cell phones in general.And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbox to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my mother.And so when I moved to New York City after college and got completely sucker-punched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of at the time.I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of them.I left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the U.N., everywhere.I blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary, and I posed a kind of crazy promise to the Internet: that if you asked me for a hand-written letter, I would write you one, no questions asked.Overnight, my inbox morphed into this harbor of heartbreak--a single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied in rural Kansas, all asking me, a 22-year-old girl who barely even knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them a reason to wait by the mailbox.Well, today I fuel a global organization that is fueled by those trips to the mailbox, fueled by the ways in which we can harness social media like never before to write and mail strangers letters when they need them most, but most of all, fueled by crates of mail like this one, my trusty mail crate, filled with the scriptings of ordinary people, strangers writing letters to other strangers not because they're ever going to meet and laugh over a cup of coffee, but because they have found one another by way of letter-writing.But, you know, the thing that always gets me about these letters is that most of them have been written by people that have never known themselves loved on a piece of paper.They could not tell you about the ink of their own love letters.They're the ones from my generation, the ones of us that have grown up into a world where everything is paperless, and where some of our best conversations have happened upon a screen.We have learned to diary our pain onto Facebook, and we speak swiftly in 140 characters or less.But what if it's not about efficiency this time? I was on the subway yesterday with this mail crate, which is a conversation starter, let me tell you.If you ever need one, just carry one of these.(Laughter)And a man just stared at me, and he was like, “Well, why don't you use the Internet?” And I thought, “Well, sir, I am not a strategist, nor am I specialist.I am merely a storyteller.” And so I could tell you about a woman whose husband has just come home from Afghanistan, and she is having a hard time unearthing this thing called conversation, and so she tucks love letters throughout the house as a way to say, “Come back to me.Find me when you can.” Or a girl who decides that she is going to leave love letters around her campus in Dubuque, Iowa, only to find her efforts ripple-effected the next day when she walks out onto the quad and finds love letters hanging from the trees, tucked in the bushes and the benches.Or the man who decides that he is going to take his life, uses Facebook as a way to say goodbye to friends and family.Well, tonight he sleeps safely with a stack of letters just like this one tucked beneath his pillow, scripted by strangers who were there for him when.These are the kinds of stories that convinced me that letter-writing will never again need to flip back her hair and talk about efficiency, because she is an art form now, all the parts of her, the signing, the scripting, the mailing, the doodles in the margins.The mere fact that somebody would even just sit down, pull out a piece of paper and think about someone the whole way through, with an intention that is so much harder to unearth when the browser is up and the iphone is pinging and we've got six conversations rolling in at once, that is an art form that does not fall down to the Goliath of “get faster,” no matter how many social networks we might join.We still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too long.Thank you.(Applause)(Applause)

第四篇：写给亲爱老婆的情书

写给亲爱老婆的情书

我亲爱的老婆，在这里我和你说声对不起！这份情书让你等了这么久真抱歉！现在补给你希望你能原谅我，呵呵！我知道你一定会原谅我的，因为我的老婆是最好的，嘿嘿！

老婆，我非常非常的爱你，我们的开始即快又突然，开始的让我们的朋友不敢相信，呵呵！我们是上天注定的没有任何的原因，我深深的爱上了你，现在爱的无法自拔，我要爱你一辈子，和你在一起我感到非常开心，非常的幸福。在我一个人的时候，想起你，我都会觉得自己很幸运，上天给了我一个难得的机会，让我们相遇，也让我们开始相恋了，让我没有错过你，这是我们的缘分，一生已经注定的缘分！我非常珍惜我们这段缘分，我要把我们这段感情持续到底，永远的相爱，永远的在一起！

现在我还有很多缺点希望你能包容我，我答应你我一定会慢慢的改掉的，让你满意，让你开心。我会学会哄你开心，疼你，为你做浪漫的事，让你开心，让你幸福，这是我给你的承诺，一生的承诺，也是我一生的目标，让你开心是我最幸福的事，呵呵，我爱你，我要做个好老公，让你成为最幸福的女人！！

堕落的我生活在黑暗之中，上天怜悯我，在我快被黑暗淹没的时候给我带来了一丝光明，你是我生命中的光明，给我带来了希望，让堕落的我又重新站了起来，让我黑白的生活变得再次出现了色彩，我感谢上帝给我带来了你，我会珍惜你的，抓住我生命中的光明!现在的我生活不再空虚，不再迷茫，我有了目标，我有了我一生要守候的人！现在的我生活的非常开心，非常幸福，我要和你一起分享幸福，分享快乐，分享我一切的一切！

最后我还想再说句话。老婆，我要用我的一生去爱你，希望你能做我这一生中唯一的老婆，唯一的爱人，陪伴我一起走过这一生！！老婆我爱你。。

第五篇：给亲爱叻的，检讨书保证书

亲爱勒老婆大人：我是你的老公，阳，给亲爱叻的，检讨书保证书。今天我怀着愧疚给您写下这份检讨书，以向您对我骗你这种行为深刻的认识。被罚这400字的检讨书是我应该受的惩罚，我没有任何怨言。而且我个人认为，这个很有必要。因为没有写的这次经历。我可能今后还会犯类似的错误。思想上，我重新检讨了自己，坚持从知识上，以观念上转变，要求，不在骗你。道歉正式开始，我深深的知道自己错了，而且体会到错误的严重性！我知道，两个人在一起，要互相相信，互相信任，不能欺骗自己的老婆、可是我犯了，这个错误，我好好的反醒了一个下午，想了想，是我不对，检讨书《给亲爱叻的，检讨书保证书》。我不该骗你。以后对你说的每一句话，都不能骗你。要老老实实的说，不能有半句假话。我已经好好的反醒了自己了。这件事让我明白了：　作为你的老公，凡事都不能骗你，有什么事都要跟老婆说。我一定会改掉骗人，这个坏习惯，做一个好老公。更加懂得身为你的老公，那些事可以做，那些事不可以做。我会以这次事件作为一面镜子时时检点自己，批评和教育自己。我已经深刻的认识到自己的错误，对老婆作出最深刻的反思和最深刻的检讨，保证以后不会在发生这样的情况。特此!保证!希望你能原谅！我发誓这一辈子只爱老婆你一个人，对老婆你忠贞不渝　我发誓一辈子都会好好爱你、照顾你、呵护着你，宠着你，请老婆你一定要给我和你在一起一辈子的机会　我发誓无论发生任何事情，不管谁对谁错，都不能做出对不起老婆你的事情。不管任何情况下，发生任何事情，双方都不能以冷战的方式解决问题，而我永远会主动承认错误，然后哄着你，直到你开心为止，保证在老婆你生气训我的时候，我即使有脾气也不发，就是忍着，并且永远都不提起你的老公：阳。202_年6月13日星期日