Tiramisu, also known as Tiramisu. The first version of the story: Italian legend, Tiramisu first originated in the soldiers on the battlefield before the anxious lover because there is no time to bake a beautiful cake, had to messily mixed with eggs and cocoa powder cake strips made of crude quick snacks, and then sweating to send the soldiers in the hands of the sweat beads, glistening with tears! The food was simple, but sweet and rich, and full of deep love. Thus, one of the meanings of tiramisu is "remember me". If you love someone, you will go to the ends of the earth with them, not just remember them, so another meaning of tiramisu is "take me with you".

The second version: Tiramisu love Girl version I think I'm just a very ordinary girl in this school. I never wear ladylike dresses or sexy boots. I only wear black clothes and cowboys. And I don't look left or right when I walk. Keeping my head down and looking straight is my usual posture. The only difference is that my eyelashes are blue. I admired the girls at school who kept to themselves. Every time I pass by such a girl, I will whisper to myself in my heart: look, this is someone who insists on the same thing as you. Persisting in a state of detachment. Detachment does not mean loneliness. So I insisted on catching the 5 o'clock subway home every day. Because there are the most people at that time, I can just look at the faces I like to look at, no need to hide. I also used to stand behind the pillar while waiting. Because I was afraid that when the subway whistled, someone would push me down from behind. The moment I got on the train, I would fantasize about my toes being stuck outside the door and not being able to pull them out. This kind of groundless fantasizing is a game I continue to play every day and feel happy. Recently a new cake store opened at the subway entrance, called KISS-N BAKE, selling small and expensive treats. I like to stand in front of the counter and scrutinize the color and pattern of each cake, watching the master make it live behind the transparent glass. Then go across the street to the convenience store and buy a Pepsi for the subway. A little treat that I often look at is called tiramisu, a cheese from Italy that is a sweet little treat for coffee. I am allergic to coffee, but I love its name, Tiramisu, which fills me with the aroma of love and fantasy. It was the only little thing that had LOVE written on it in chocolate in a flowery font that made my heart go pitter patter. Monday Weather Foggy I don't know why it's so foggy in winter, but it's Christmas and I've been given the task of making a poster for my class. Damn, it was 6:30 by the time I got to the subway. I went anyway and stayed for the usual 5 minutes. The master didn't do a new fancy today. Went across the street to the convenience store to buy a Coke and catch the subway. I found a corner seat and sat down. It was a little late today and there were not many people, and even fewer good-looking people. When the car is about to start, a boy with long hair rushed in, tall and thin. I've rarely seen boys with their hair slicked back like that. He wore Jordan wedges and Fox grass-green pants. All my favorite brands. Most importantly he was carrying a box from a cake store. That tiny size probably only fits a piece of tiramisu, and I can't wait to walk over and ask for it. He took out his cell phone to send a short message, it was a Nokia, black 8850, I think that piece of tiramisu must have been given to his beloved girl, now he must be sending a message to her, what a sweet man. When he got off the bus, he glanced at me, if at all, and I saw his face, a handsome boy. Tuesday The weather is still foggy unlucky weather, unlucky me. After school, I was dragged to the rehearsal of the school performance. Looked at a bunch of people who look completely different, I have no strength. Rushed to the subway to see the watch, 6:30, the same time as yesterday. I ran to the cake store to absorb energy for 5 minutes, bought a Coke and took the subway. When the train was about to leave, he ran up again, carrying the same box from the cake store in his hand. He's still standing where he was yesterday, and so am I. He continued to take out his cell phone and send short messages. I wrapped myself in a thick woolen scarf. Today I wonder what it was like when he got out of the car because I started to get mad at myself. My unwarranted fantasies about this boy began to swell ...... I became petty and couldn't stand to see him give away my favorite tiramisu. Wednesday The fog didn't pester me today, but I still dawdled until 6:30 to get to the subway entrance. I've been here so many times that even the salesgirl recognizes me. She greeted me warmly and stopped asking what I wanted. I like this store because I like the fact that I'm not asked. I dread going to a department store because the most common thing I hear is: What do you need? I smiled at her and realized that there was an extra treat on the counter, a miniature fruitcake. And my tiramisu was lying nicely in the second row. Suddenly a male voice said, "A tiramisu, please." Extremely magnetic. Tiramisu is a word I pronounce to myself countless times a day, and today was the first time I heard this word I love so much from someone else's mouth. I turned my head to see that, surprisingly, it was him, and I finally confirmed my thoughts that, sure enough, he had bought tiramisu. After I used the word "surprisingly", I thought about it for a moment and then realized that I had made a mistake. Hadn't I intentionally delayed until 6:30 just so I could see him again? He smiled at me and I quickly looked down, pretending not to see. Then, buying a Coke, I caught the same subway with him again. This time, he was standing next to me, only 0.01 meters away: I could almost smell the CK BE perfume on him. My heart was racing, and I suspected that my ears must have been burning red. It was so quiet and still in the compartment that even the sound of a newspaper being turned over could be heard. I felt like I was about to die in this silence when I heard him say very clearly, "You wear J-adore?" this awesome man could even smell the perfume I was wearing. I looked up into his eyes this time and they were a deep black. I calmly said, "You use CK BE," and turned my head away from him. There was no continued conversation and a mutual feeling of having met their match. As I was getting off the bus, he handed me a note: I held out my hand and took it. The small blue note was clutched tightly in my hand, all sweaty. I opened it after he left and read it; it was a cell phone number. I think it belonged to a black Nokia 8850. friday saturday sunday sunny I ran to catch the subway at 6:30 every day and never saw him again. The world is too big, the bond we once had has been exhausted, and now even the only clue has been lost, I don't even bother to write another word. I went to get my ears pierced on Monday. Two on the left, 1 on the right, a **** is three. In honor of my love that disappeared in 3 days. It hurt. I took a cab home for comfort. Tuesday Sunny I'm sick with a pain called a cold that's all the rage in this town right now. I lay at home and slept all the time. Boys version I am a SOHO family in this city, single, specializing in helping people do interior renderings with computers at home, not often go out, as long as I go out, I like to take the subway. Monday Fog today to hand in the map of the company is very close to the subway. I also noticed that there is a newly opened cake store, which has my favorite tiramisu, which I can buy back to eat with my coffee. As I rushed into the subway, I saw a girl in the corner with a black jacket, long, straight hair, hands with oil paint that wouldn't wash off, and lots of bracelets. When I looked at her, she had been staring hard at my tiramisu, her eyelashes blue. I was going to look at her some more, but I was interrupted by a short message from a friend at work. He said that today's drawings were perfectly fine and that he would wire the money to my account tomorrow. I have back to him some polite words. To get off the car, I can not help but look at her again, she should still be a student, but there is a deep persistence between the eyebrows. She is not the kind of girl who is particularly beautiful, yet one can't help but want to pamper her. Tuesday Fog I came early, bought a tiramisu, carried it in my hand, found an inconspicuous corner and waited for her to come. 6:30 she came, turned around in the cake store for five minutes, then went to the convenience store across the street to buy a Coke and take the subway. I followed her into the same car door, and I saw my eyes widen slightly in curiosity. I turned my back to her. Her silhouette on the glass window fascinated me so much that I took out my phone and texted my friends to ask them to buy me dinner because I had found someone I liked. After I sent the message, I looked at her closely, and as if she was angry with someone, she was staring dead at her shoes, never looking up. Well then, if she still shows up on time tomorrow, I'm going to leave her my cell phone number. WEDNESDAY Mist 6:30 p.m. I went to the cake store called KISS-N BAKE on time. Sure enough, she was there. She was carefully looking at the new fruit cakes and didn't notice my presence. So, I said to the salesgirl, "Please give me a tiramisu. She jerked her head to look at me. I smiled at her, but she sheepishly lowered her head and walked out. Real cute girl! We still took the same subway. This time, I stood next to her, just 0.01 meters away. I could smell the scent of J-adore on her. The car was very quiet when I couldn't help but ask her. I felt my heart beating hard. She didn't answer positively but said: you are using CK BE. what a formidable opponent, she could smell the brand of perfume I was using. When I got off the bus, I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to her. When she reached out her hand to take it, I saw her white hands and red ears. I thought that she should like me quite a lot too. Thursday Sunny weather suitable for lovers to hang out together, she didn't call me. And I couldn't go to the 6:30 appointment because I was rushing a design. I guess I was supposed to give the girl time to think about it. I waited reassuringly. Friday Not a single call from Haru. I wondered what was going on. I looked at my cell phone numerous times while I was at work, it was fine, it wasn't broken. Saturday Sunday Probably Clear I stayed up two all-nighters and then slept for two days, not really knowing what was going on in the world. But one thing I can say for sure is that she didn't call me. Monday Sunny I went to get a tiramisu at 6:30 and then went to take the subway. Didn't see her and was depressed. Did she not like me at all so she ignored the phone number? Tuesday Sunny (also probably) because I'm sick with a cold! Too lazy to write again. Tilai Misu's version of boys and girls are getting better. The girl used to think that nice things were untouchable. But this time she finally decides to go for a tiramisu once as a tribute to her unending love. The boy also decided to finally go to that place to buy another tiramisu, and if he didn't meet her again this time he would really forget about it. 6:30, right on time. She smiled and said to the salesgirl, "A tiramisu, please." Suddenly, she heard a very familiar male voice say, "I want one too." ---------------------------------------------------------- One classic version and one modern version. I hope you like both. Tiramisu, Tiramisu, means " take me away" meaning, take away not only delicious, but also love and happiness. As far as I remember, Tiramisu also means "leave me behind" and "remember me". Once really tasted Tiramisu, very sweet, strong chocolate flavor, the taste of love? I'm not sure! Tiramisu has a kind of magic - at least for me - I think of it when I drink coffee, I think of it when I walk past a coffee shop, and I'm even ecstatic when I hear or see the word without realizing it. I think I love a lovely treat like tiramisu and such a love story associated with it. Whatever the meaning of tiramisu is, to me it is a symbol of love and happiness. Maybe one day I will learn to make a piece of tiramisu and wait for love and happiness and create love and happiness in its aroma ...... I hope my answer can help you!