恋爱100天纪念日礼物

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转眼间，与男朋友的恋爱时间已经甜蜜走过100个日夜。恋爱100天，书写着王子与公主童话一般的故事；恋爱100天，感受着人世间最美妙的酸酸甜 甜；恋爱100天，铭记着相伴的每一寸甜蜜时光；恋爱100天，这个特别的爱情纪念日，你准备好送给男朋友的礼物了吗？恋爱100天，送什么给男朋友呢？ 快来看看关心网小编的推荐吧。

岁月的押，爱情的印，二人世界的点点滴滴

“我能想到最浪漫的事，就是和你一起慢慢变老，一路上收藏点点滴滴的欢笑，留到以后坐着摇椅慢慢聊，我能想到最浪漫的事，就是和你一起慢慢变老，直到我们老的哪儿也去不了，你还依然把我当成手心里的宝??”

爱情，值得珍藏。

爱情，是见到他时的怦然心动，是他牵起你的手时那种莫名的甜蜜，是每一次你为他流下的点点滴滴的泪水，是相拥中整个世界都淡去，淡去，仿佛只剩下你和他??

恋爱100天，是恋爱中值得纪念的日子，何不在这一天，送给他一件特别的礼物？跟他一起坐在公园的长椅上，慢慢翻看着相册，于是，那100天的时光，那 100天的甜蜜，那100天的点点滴滴都慢慢展开??第一次约会，你记错了时间，害他苦等了3个小时；第一次一起爬山，你扭伤了脚，他只好背着你一步步走下去；第一次合影，他偷偷把路边采来的野花放在了你的头上；第一次吵架，他为了求得你的原谅写了20封感人至深的道歉信??第一次求爱他送你的情侣对戒，你一直戴在无名指上。

你们一起翻看着相册，翻看着每一寸在一起的美丽时光，翻看着那些甜蜜心动的记忆，翻看着一次又一次想要落泪的感动，而在翻看的同时，听到你一句又一句或许 俏皮或许真诚或许浪漫的话语，“球球，你打篮球的样子好帅哦！”；“我最喜欢吃草莓冰激凌，你不要记错了哦！”；“对不起哦，我常常任性发脾气，你不会生 气吧？”；“跟你在一起，我真的很开心！”；“我能想到最浪漫的事，就是和你一起慢慢变老，你愿意和我一起把这本相册填满吗？”?? 当他听到这最后一句话，想必已经心花怒放了，那朵花，是在最感动最浪漫最真情的怒放着！

恋爱100天纪念日礼物，甜蜜的相册，温馨的玫瑰花，见证爱情的情侣对戒，都是不错的选择。

 

第二篇：给爱最重的礼物

给爱最重的礼物

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.

When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.

Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his

appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."

He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.

"But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"

"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a

sacrifice for a young man.

Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret." The operation was a brilliant

success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.

Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."

"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was

that you are not to know...not yet."

The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly,

tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.

"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"