Are there any stories about bracelets? Thank you, everyone.

Legend of Lucky Bracelet I am wearing a silver bracelet of Sagittarius, which is very beautiful. There are some signs of Sagittarius hanging on the thin chain, which are worn on the hands to set off the slender wrists. This is my favorite. Although the teacher has repeatedly stressed that you can't wear bracelets at school, I still can't bear to take them off because he gave them to me. Seeing the bracelet is like seeing him. He is wearing a black bracelet and has a thread on his hand, which is very delicate. He always shows up when he plays basketball. I hope to see him at that time, full of energy and sunny. I believe this is his favorite, too. Otherwise, why haven't you taken it off after so long? I don't know why I knitted him a black bracelet when I knew he liked it. I am a girl with a pair of skillful hands. I can pick up a piece of paper at will and quickly turn it into a beautiful paper crane. Picking up a pair of scissors will turn a piece of Zhang Xiaohong paper into a delicate paper-cut; Picking up a rope will turn it into a beautiful bracelet. I like to watch the movements of girls when knitting bracelets. The slender fingers danced up and down on the colorful strings, producing delightful and lovely flowers. I like this exquisite skill, but after I learned the legend of the lucky bracelet, I never knitted this bracelet again. The story says, "Long ago, there lived an ancient people under the moon. This nation has very strict commandments, and if anyone violates them, there will be severe punishment. One day, a young man broke the rules. According to the rules, his left hand will be cut off. A man without a left hand is no longer confident and excited, and a girl who loves him can't bear to see him like this. She went to ask luna how to change her lover's hand. Luna turned her into a bracelet, connecting the man's wrist with the amputated hand. A girl and a man become lucky bracelets on a man's left hand and will never be separated from the person she loves. When people put his carefully woven bracelet on the hands of their loved ones, luna will bless you and stay with him forever. " This is the legend, so sad and tragic. But it was regarded as a witness of love by later generations, and I suddenly realized that the original lucky bracelet represents a promise, a promise to be together for life. I never knitted that bracelet again, because I feel that the person who promised me hasn't come to me yet. When he came to me with a rope and asked me to knit him a bracelet, the legend immediately came to my mind. I knew I should refuse, but by some strange coincidence, I accepted it and knitted this bracelet for him overnight. Why? I don't know. Maybe letting a boy who is favored by many people wear my bracelet will make many girls envy him, or maybe I have a little fantasy about him in my heart. The bracelet I gave him was put on his hand excitedly, and I just looked at him until he came out of my sight. It seems that he walked into my heart, just inadvertently. He also gave me a bracelet as a thank you. It is a very popular silver bracelet in the constellation Aier, and I accepted it in the envious eyes of my classmates. I smiled brightly. I don't care if the legend comes true. Let it be. In short, I can't refuse him. From then on, he will exist in almost everything I have. After studying at night, he will send me home every day; When he got off the bus, he would turn around and hug me; After physical education class, he will send me a bottle of iced green tea. In this way, my name was unconsciously associated with him by my classmates, just like that lucky bracelet, which connected us together. He just came into my life, which is unpredictable. I don't know how to name my feelings for him. It is too complicated. Do I like him? To my surprise, I can't say no. Is he a boy I can trust? Don't think about it any more. Since he has the bracelet I made, how can I doubt his sincerity? I started watching him play basketball every day, and gave him green tea and facial tissues when he was sweating. I feel very happy whenever I do these jobs. The bracelet seems to be a symbol between us, a symbol that can remind us of each other. Although I don't like the ending of the legend of lucky bracelet, because although the girl is integrated with the person she loves, she has paid the price for him all her life. Is this what people call love? You can give everything, even your life, for a person. Yes, I am willing to be a lucky bracelet in his hand and stay with him forever. The beautiful bracelet will always be worn on my hand, and I hope that luck will always accompany me and him. The story of the bracelet, knowing Dan, stems from the scenery in her hand. Dan has all kinds of bracelets, different materials, different colors and different styles. Dan's bracelets are packed in an antique box. Dan said that the box was left to her by her grandmother, and the bracelet was collected by her mother's good friend and herself, Qian Shan, for a lifetime. Dan said that she didn't know why she liked bracelets so much because she was 12 years old. In fact, every bracelet has a story, and there is a mood between each bracelet. She fell in love with bracelets from the soft bracelets with small bells. She saw it in the window of a boutique and fell in love at first sight. However, for 20 yuan, she kept it secretly for a long time, always worried that others would buy it first. Later, I learned that the boss knew that she liked it and kept it for her. Now she can buy any bracelet she likes, but she doesn't get the joy of treasure. The original one is her favorite, but it is also her biggest regret, because it was taken away by her good friend and never came back. Now even the image is blurred. Dan's watch has been worn on his right hand since the first bracelet. Dan said that this old rope was knitted by one of her best friends, and it is called lucky rope. My friend chose seven colors of thread. I hope Dan's life is colorful. The kind of knot he tied is called a lucky knot. I think Dan will be happy forever. Since then, Dan has worn it every day and feels that this lucky rope is part of his wrist. However, one night, Dan found that her wrist was finished, and she suddenly felt as if her heart had been evacuated. She looked for it in tears, in the classroom, on the road, in the dormitory, and finally, she found it under the bed. It turned out that the lucky rope was worn out. From this lucky rope, Dan will never wear a bracelet all the time. Dan said that all the expensive bracelets were bought by her mother. In fact, her strict mother dotes on her. Now that I think about it, I can't repay that kindness. Everywhere I go, my mother buys her a bracelet. Pearl, tortoise shell, crystal, agate, pearl hidden ... Her favorite is jade bracelet, which is transparent and green, and has an aura, as if it should belong to her. However, it is so fragile. One summer morning, Dan touched it gently and it was shattered. Dan said that at that moment, she heard the sound of heartbreak. On that day, she refused the boy who loved her the most in her life forever. Who says jade has no spirituality? I continued to study the bracelet and waited for Dan to continue. Dan said, next time, the story of the bracelet is still long and will be told for a lifetime. The story of the bracelet has passed, and it's almost two years in a blink of an eye. I walked alone in the crowded street. The pure silver QQ bracelet on my hand was bought by my boyfriend from Nanchang last April. This bracelet records my love story with him, an unforgettable encounter in my life. Whether the memory is bitter or sweet, it becomes more and more valuable under the touch of time and the soaking of the past, because I was beautiful for it. I always cherish it. No matter what you do, you are carefully protected for fear that it will be broken accidentally. Maybe it's because I care too much. From the moment my boyfriend gave me the bracelet, the chain has been in my hand and the box is in the drawer. Whenever I think of my boyfriend, I will take out my box and indulge in memories with him. When you go out, the box will be carried with you and put in the best position in your backpack. It can pass that happy day when you are frustrated. When I am happy, I feel that my boyfriend is around and let him share my happiness! It often hurts when you lose it. No matter how much I care about this box, it will suddenly disappear one day. I searched all possible places desperately, but I couldn't find it in the end. I prayed to God. I was afraid it was a sign. What would happen between my boyfriend and me? In those days, I kept silent and watched quietly, fearing that something unexpected would happen. Day after day, my boyfriend and I gradually forgot our troubles as usual. Love the box on the bracelet more, no matter how careful I am, it can't be intact. If it breaks, it hurts again and again. Fortunately, every time it breaks down, I will find it, instead of lying quietly in the corner waiting for someone else to be its owner. Everything is changing too fast. No matter how much you care and cherish, many things are still difficult to grasp. When you are awake, others are not awake, and when others are awake, you are confused. The difference was so great that I missed this love in an uncontrollable time, and my story with him ended like this. I still have the bracelet, and I can't bear to let it go, and I can't bear to let go of this memory. I once told myself that if one day the bracelet disappeared, it would mean that he left me, but then I felt stupid. I know I can't master other people's things, but I can keep what I want to keep. Today, I suddenly felt something was missing in my hand, only to find that it was gone! Seeing this, I think you will say, maybe this is telling yourself to forget the past and start a new life. I know this sentence, but I will be sad and regret it! Blame yourself! Because I can't bear it, I really can't bear it! You might say, you still can't bear that relationship. What's the use of keeping it now that it's gone I don't think so. It no longer represents feelings after breaking up. I am used to carrying it, and it has become a part of my body. Without it, I feel I'm missing something. My life is dying and slowly withering. I am not any flower, because it will bloom one day. I am not a grass, because grass will always grow against the wind. I don't know what I am. I'd better not know, because a woman like me can't think.

Satisfied, please adopt.