Miss write day

Miss write day

How long has it been since I wrote the letter? It seemed that I couldn’t figure out a clue when calculating with my fingers. For a long time, I just left it in my memory. I opened the Redwood box, with a dozen of letters scattered in a mess, white and gray, slightly large, tiny, lying there quietly, quietly, as if they were the seeds wandering for a long time, they found a hotbed here. She picked up a letter gently, and the light ink scent overflowed from the yellowed paper, permeating the whole house. Put your hands in front of the window and let the sun of summer pass through your fingers, pouring on the letter. The Elvish characters danced around the waist and giggled. The laughter seemed to be the butterfly words scattered in the flowers, as well as the lute of big beads and small pearls falling down on the jade plate. With laughter, my dream also grew wings when I was young, my mother always stood at the entrance of the village waiting for the postman uncle. When there was no faith, she walked home slowly with heavy steps, like the eggplant beaten by frost. When there was a letter, she could not wait to open it. She smiled and bent her eyes, blushed her cheeks. Finally, she patted my head. Your father was very good in other places. Pulling my mother’s clothes, I thought that believing this thing was probably the way to report peace. After I wrote too much, I gradually realized that the letter contained complex emotions. There is a wish to win the hearts of the people, and a promise from Haimeng mountain that the white head is not separated from each other; I am drunk and eager to sleep and go, and it is hard to find a bosom friend who intends to hold the piano in the Ming dynasty, yi pian bing xin in Yuhu thousands of miles of the lovemaking. Lovesickness, light, dense, short, long, are broken between the lines. Looking forward to it, sweet, sad, bright, gloomy, all settle in a few words. When writing a letter, spread out carefully selected letter paper and pour all emotions into the pen end. Daily trifles, anecdotes of life, new friends, lovely deskmates, and strict teachers all became words on the paper. Sometimes brows knit in thought, sometimes tuosai and stare, sometimes listen. After writing, fold the letter into a beautiful shape and put it into the envelope. My heart is my missing, leaves are my blessing, and squares are my greetings. Post stamps, send the letter seriously, and then wait silently. Counting Days day by day, there are anxiety and worry. I am afraid that the road is blocked and difficult to reach, and I am worried that the other party is too busy to reply in time. Therefore, I had to review the old letters countless times in the uneasy atmosphere. The whispers of the old days seemed to smooth the fluctuations in my heart. When the expectation blossomed and the moment the letter was received, no matter how long the waiting was, it would turn into joy. Open it carefully, for fear of crumpling the paper, read it word by word, and never miss a punctuation. Seeing the letter, he seemed to be sitting beside me. We looked at each other. We talked with each other and enjoyed the wine together. The content in the letter touched my nerves, crying, laughing, arguing and making noise with him. After reading it carefully for three or five times, I was reluctant to cherish it so as to lay a foundation for the review in the future. Compared with today’s QQ,MSN and e-mail, the Mail speed is too slow. However, it is this slow speed that makes me learn to wait with expectation. The messages that were deleted as they went along were too cold; The letters gave life to the cold words. On countless lonely nights, I chewed, tasted and recalled the fervent emotions in the letters. No matter how shy a person is, he will write continuous love on the letter, because he believes that the letter is the best carrier to express emotion. The flames of the war lasted for three months, and the era when the family books reached tens of thousands of dollars had already become history. Who sent the brocade books in the cloud? When the Yan character returned, Li Yi ‘an in the West Building of the moon had only a wisp of soul left, not to mention the letter with chicken feathers can only appear in the movie. However, in the information age where communication is so convenient, I still stubbornly like old letters. I like it carefully one by one, like its stamps all over the world, like its happiness after waiting persistently, like the feelings permeated between its lines there are fewer and fewer postboxes along the road, even if there are, they have been locked. A thick layer of dust blocked the frequent correspondence and the ups and downs in it. It is often heard that in the zero-distance digital society, the relationship between people is alienated. It is true that the words typed by the machine are less human feelings than those written by the heart. All kinds of handwriting, different inscriptions and the distance between lines can read out the habits and characters of the writer. Letters are the communication between soul and soul. I am a person who misses the old, he is destined to always think of the day of writing letters. On every moon and starry night, on the eve of every festival, he will burn a red candle and write a long letter, but who will he send? I have to give my soul Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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