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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Sea, it’s upside down

This is a letter to summer, and also to tomorrow’s self. The wind and rain stopped two days ago, and the sun dried up the cotton-padded clothes, so the long and cold winter was finally gradually forgotten by people. Not warm, but it seems to have seen the shadow of summer. However, the story begins and ends. It seems that there has never been winter or summer or cold or warm. When facing the golden year, I looked back and smiled, I said nothing. In the past two decades, the hustle and bustle made us understand more deeply what a decade is. After doing whatever you want, I find that there are very few youth in my hand. Life is so fast that I try my best to avoid the normal state of life, but I still can’t get rid of it. From then on, life began to be careful to avoid missing and cherishing reunion. From then on, life began to be unscrupulous, to love, to hate, to rush, to dream without demanding soul-stirring, only hope that after many years memories can be warm as old. I have been looking forward and looking back, I have also been carefree, I have been covered with bruises, and I also know how to smile and be strong. This is youth; This is me, the words typed by a nobody, difficult but not negative; This, it is a letter to youth, and also to tomorrow’s self. I have never seen the sea, but I imagined him as a reversed sky, and I could see it when I raised my head. Postscript Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Frustrated, pick Yi

You said, there is a place called Rainbow Paradise. You want to share colorful happiness with her you love most hand in hand. In fact, there is a kind of stone called Sansheng stone. I want to embrace the stone with the one I love most, and make a lifelong promise to pick up the remaining memory suddenly, if you want to cry, you are forced to let the tears back. Your smile is the only thing left in that season, and those complicated thoughts are deleted from your mind, however, I still remember the rose every bit about you. Although I didn’t keep it, I heard its crying when it was ravaged, but I never came forward, until it was completely destroyed, I still went back foolishly. The snow had melted away, but there were traces left faintly. I didn’t know why I was unhappy. I could only recall your helpless smile, perhaps because of this naive girl, what makes you indifferent, unable to close your brows, puzzled all the time is that finally you resolutely choose to separate two places, so close but so far, even meeting each other becomes an extravagant demand, you can only cry silently in front of the night. When you meet each other occasionally, you will look nervously. It may be time or distance. In the cold autumn full of dead leaves on the ground, you turn around, it only left me with the figure of my back gradually moving away and the heartache like a knife cut. When I can no longer see it, tears will finally collapse. Maybe I am destined to be a passer-by, or I may finally become a stranger, because it seems to be inevitable to lose in the dark. If you want to pray for your happiness, an unknown liquid will always turn in your eyes unwillingly, the memory that cannot be touched reminds me from time to time that the past is like a continuous thread. In fact, we still cannot live without each other. The one in our hearts should no longer be replaced by anyone, but we just don’t want to say it out, in the end, the one who betrayed himself was still the waiting that he had been insisting on and the loss might be cherished more. Because I understand the sadness that you are not around, I will definitely hold on to getting it again. Don’t wait until you leave to call. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…