Miss the days of writing letters and emotional prose.

Do you often come into contact with prose in your study, work and even life? Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the true feelings of composition and has a flexible writing style. Do you know the essence of writing prose? The following is the emotional prose I compiled for you to recall the days of writing letters, hoping to help you.

I miss writing letters. I haven't heard from you for a long time, and no one has spoken to me for a long time ... When this familiar melody rings in my ear again, my thoughts can't help flying to the era when I basically exchanged letters more than ten years ago.

I remember that it was the first time I left home to study abroad, and my thoughts spread like crazy grass in my heart. So I solemnly spread out this letter and began to write the first letter in my life, a letter to my parents. I am waiting for a letter from my father. I found for the first time that my father, who is not good at words, has such a good writing style and such a domineering font. Father started with the old scale: Rui, my son. After reading the beginning, I felt as if my father was standing beside me, and the letter made me cry. Unfortunately, the letter was discarded when cleaning up the house, but the content remained in my heart, and so did my parents' love.

When I first arrived in the new environment, I was very lonely because I was unsociable. I often sit alone in my position in a daze. One day I walked into the classroom listlessly, and my classmates told me excitedly that I had a letter. I went to my seat and saw that there really was a letter, and it was a very unique letter. There are two selected small greeting cards on the envelope. A card reads: all care is tied to the card and given to the most special you; Another card reads: a piece of true feelings. You don't have to read the letter, your eyes are blurred, and there are more surprises in it. A red rose petal moistened my eyes again. That fiery friendship will never change.

After I dropped out of school for various reasons, it was the enthusiastic letters from my classmates that accompanied me through that difficult time and made me regain my confidence.

When I have nothing to do, I always like to open those letters that have turned yellow but are well preserved. I always read carefully and slowly letter by letter with great excitement. At that moment, time seemed to go backwards. Looking at the pages full of friendship, the awkward words, the familiar tone and the familiar greetings can always bring me back to that time. There is a smoke-filled past, thoughtful youth, youthful love, parental attachment and sincere friendship ... A letter is a story, ordinary but touching. Where there is care, encouragement, sadness and happiness ... it records the past life little by little, fixes the beautiful picture into eternity and presents it to you one by one when you reread it. Arouse many beautiful memories, rain or shine, and unforgettable feelings, which not only enrich your life, but also enrich your life.

But with the popularity of computers and mobile phones, writing letters seems to be a luxury. I miss writing letters. Although the wait is long, I am very happy. I really want to spread out the white stationery again and write my thoughts to you in the distance. I miss writing letters!

I miss writing letters. There is a big bundle of letters in a box in the drawer. Letters come from family, classmates, teachers and friends. Whenever I have something on my mind, I will take out these letters in different envelopes and read them one by one. After reading it, I was really relieved.

Looking through these yellowed old letters carefully and reading deja vu words, the days when I wrote letters and stories related to letters appeared in front of me one by one, and gradually became clear and vivid ... That scene, that thing, that person quickly solidified, solidified into eternity, turned into a beautiful scene, and evoked many beautiful memories. It was a rain or shine memory and an unforgettable feeling, which not only enriched my life, but also added a lot of color to my life.

When it comes to writing letters, it probably starts from the year when I first left my hometown to study in a foreign land. I was fifteen years old that year. At that time, the contact with family and friends was more about writing letters. Whenever a letter is sent, the most important thing is to run to the reception room to see if there is any letter of your own. And when you receive a letter, you will be secretly happy for a while; When I found that I didn't get a response after sending the letter, I felt very lost. But even so, the eagerness to hear from you can't be reduced for a day. And that sense of loss disappeared at the moment I received the letter the next day. Perhaps the age of reading is so naive. It takes about half a month to write a letter and then reply, and our wonderful time is spent unconsciously in the waiting and expectation of your coming and going.

In the eyes of parents, we may never grow up. In the letters at home, we are more playing a role, saying don't worry, take care of ourselves and other adults; However, in the letters between classmates, there are different topics. Here we can find the innocence, yearning and longing of our peers. Worried, I wrote to him; Sad, I wrote to him; Even a misunderstanding between a small classmate, I wrote to tell him. And he always writes back to me in time, comforting me and encouraging me. Throughout our youth, we use letters to convey our happiness and happiness, telling our pain and hesitation. We trust each other and comfort each other.

I love to turn on a small lamp in the dead of night, sit at my desk, spread out a plain page of stationery, brush my pen across it, and miss my friends and relatives far away, like a cloud covering the moon, far away and ethereal. Outside the window, the moonlight is clear, and the moon hits the blue sky like a cool seal. Yue Hua spilled all over the floor, and there was a piece of paper on the table.

Writing a letter is an emotional input, and the idea will follow the feeling. The words spit out by the pen tip are true and random, especially for friends, which is a yearning and concern, and an expression of hard feelings. Once you have emotions, there will be endless words, one page, two pages, three pages, or even several pages. After writing one letter, you will continue to write another. After writing the letter, carefully fold it according to different meanings, put it in an envelope, and put a stamp on it to take it far away. The rest is waiting and expecting.

Reading letters is essentially reading the real soul. See how other souls struggle in troubled times and live humbly. Our life, isn't it? Our hands gently touched the troubles and troubles in youth, and we also felt the concern, greetings and blessings of our friends. Holding a glass of water in our hearts, we were moved to overflow and flow through a warm current. Writing letters and looking forward to them seems to be full of hope every day. Happiness is so within reach, because there are things to look forward to every day, and that kind of expectation is so concrete and simple, so easy to realize and touch. Young hearts are always full of hope and waiting for happiness.

Letters, that is the accumulation of emotions; Letters bear witness to the imprint of growth. Looking through these yellowed and inky letters, I carefully read and savor this language full of affection, love, care and friendship. I seem to be in the arms of love, which makes me feel how happy and beautiful my life is, makes me realize that truth, goodness and beauty are everywhere in the world, and inspires me to cherish every bit of life.

In fact, I miss the days of writing letters and a good mood of waiting. From the time the letter is put into the mailbox, count the day when the other party receives it, then count the day when the other party replies devoutly, and then wait wholeheartedly. A letter, worrying about the yearning and waiting at both ends, waiting because of missing, missing because of waiting, the days are long and long, flowing quietly, mixed with faint sadness and expectation, more anxious and uneasy, unable to sleep in trouble, what a poetic and beautiful mood? And after a long wait, how happy and excited was Hongyan when she sent the letter from afar and reached your palm?

Looking at the letters my friends wrote to me before, I will still be deeply moved by that moment. The intimacy of seeing the words is so strong, as if looking up and seeing a friend standing there. Miss the days of writing letters with pens, the feelings flowing from the tip of the pen, and the reverie in the days of waiting for letters; Miss the communication and expression of paper letters, and miss the happy, comfortable and poetic days of writing letters; Miss the little happiness that is cared for by relatives and friends. Now, everything will never start again, only these yellowed old letters accompany me through every lonely and restless year.

Distance is beautiful, waiting is more beautiful. Zero-distance network and communication have brought us a lot of convenience, but they have ruined a sad and poetic mood. Is this a pity? It suddenly occurred to me that we haven't written for a long time, and it is unlikely that we will write again in the future. It's a bit depraved to think like this. As an important way of communication, letters will become a distant swan song in the near future. Is it only in imagination to prosper or die?

I miss writing letters. I dug out an old book with a letter in it. It suddenly occurred to me that writing letters seems to be a very distant thing. This letter takes me back to the time of writing letters. Looking at this ancient letter, I really feel deeply. Yes, these letters are the years at the fingertips, the warmth at the fingertips, and the past feelings at the fingertips.

I still remember that in the late 1960s, when there was no electric light at night, I lit a kerosene lamp. By the dim light, my mother sat at the table and asked me to write to my sister who was working far away. My "Xueba" sister has been studying and working outside since she was a child. She is homesick and writes home every week to report on her study and work. Her parents are illiterate and write letters. The heavy responsibility falls on my shoulders. Freshman, I don't know many words, and I often don't write. My mother knew that I fell in love with school, wouldn't let me go to school without writing, and coaxed me to write to my sister. Many words that can't be written are replaced by pinyin, which is a letter with my family's characteristics. My sister also read the letter with a guess and knowing the content of the letter. Later, I will write for a long time. I was already a famous writer in the third grade, and even my neighbors came to me to write to them.

When I was an educated youth in the countryside, it was very difficult for a young man in our team to write letters. One day after work, he told me with a red face that he wanted me to write him a letter. It turned out that he had a crush on a girl from the neighboring team, and he didn't have the courage to express himself several times, so he wanted to write a letter to test it first. This is the beauty that the adults immediately agreed, so I didn't rest at noon, and soon wrote him a long letter, loving him as much as I could, and writing it tactfully and moving. The girl saw such beautiful words, such smooth confession, such delicate handwriting. Write back immediately, one to two, I helped him write a love letter for three months, and they finalized their life. After getting married, the girl found that the young man couldn't write letters at all. After several interrogations, she realized that I was a ghost writer, but she was very unhappy with me. However, the young man is loyal to her and is a person who loves his family and his wife. The girl has no resentment. She has been with him for a long time and loves him all her life. Now they are very happy, a pair of children are filial, and their children and grandchildren are full. Every time I see them, I want Doby and them. Without me, a master letter writer, there would be no happy family for them. So I have a soft spot for writing letters, because I have a great sense of accomplishment.

Reading a letter from a distance is also a very happy thing. When I first joined the work, I taught in a rural school. There is a beautiful female colleague whose lover is a soldier in a distant army. They love each other enviably. Go to the post office to send her a letter every day when I go home, and then get a letter from my boyfriend back. They have thick letters every day, and we joke about their endless love stories every day. One day, I came home unexpectedly and didn't hear from the young man for three days in a row. My colleague is very unhappy. I guess he is ill, what happened ... I kept comforting her. Finally, on the fourth day, I helped her receive the letter. It was still far from school, so I told her to look quickly. She heard my shouts, rushed over, grabbed the letter from me, ran and ran like hell, ran to the top of the mountain behind the school and sat down, holding the letter and reading it. The morning sun stretched her shadow long, and the wind lifted her long hair affectionately. What a touching picture this is. That scene left a deep memory in my heart, and at that moment I knew the charm of letters.

With the internet and advanced communication equipment, I haven't written a letter for many years. Letters drift away in our lives and become the scenery of yesterday. The sad, precious and exciting feelings of "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds" and "I miss my family twice during the festive season", as well as the anxiety and helplessness of writing letters, are gone forever. Those letters that make people blush can only be found in memory. I really want to sit under the flower window, where the sun shines bit by bit, put down all my feelings, spread an ordinary piece of paper, hold a brush and write a long letter to my friend. That letter is like a Tang poem, a song poem and a sweet poem, which makes me feel comfortable. Then put a stamp on it and put it in the mailbox by hand. Imagine how they read the letter. How happy this is! Or someone wrote me a personal letter, and I eagerly tore open the envelope and read it. It will certainly arouse many beautiful memories and warm our distant hearts.

The letter is a cup of faint fragrant tea. Although it is only a small greeting, it is mutual concern. Although it is only a gentle blessing, it is each other's heartfelt wishes; Although it is only a heart song, it is our friendship. I really miss writing letters!

I miss writing letters. When the rain falls quietly, when the earth breathes slightly, when the birds float leisurely ... open your heart and listen attentively, life is really beautiful.

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"When a person is unfamiliar in a foreign land, he misses his relatives every holiday." With the help of poetry, Wang Wei condensed a deep homesickness at the end of his pen from "I write my heart by hand, and I express my feelings by pen" and sang beautiful sentences that have been passed down to this day. Similarly, in my high school days, whenever I miss my parents, relatives and friends, I can't help but pick up a pen, put all my thoughts on my friends into words, express them quickly, and send them to relatives and friends far away. Every time I write a letter, I feel that I am a happy person, because someone in the distance will share my joys and sorrows, laugh with me and cry with me.

Gradually, with the rapid development of communication, telephones and mobile phones have become extremely convenient and fast communication tools to transmit information, exchange feelings and pour out their hearts. At first, I felt very novel and happy. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. A familiar and kind voice came from a distance. The sound makes me excited and excited. Kind greetings and heartfelt care are quietly passed from this end to this end along the telephone line, which really makes people feel convenient and fresh. As a result, calling slowly replaced writing letters, and the days of writing letters quietly disappeared in the ringing of the phone. I seldom write letters and am too lazy to write letters.

Some time ago, I cleaned up old things and found a large bundle of letters. Out of curiosity, I leafed through these yellowed letters. Who knows, this turn is out of control. I have read one letter after another, and I have read it again and again, but I just can't bear to let it go. Thousands of feelings and ideas come to mind. I was amazed at my tender and delicate feelings at that time, and I miss the happy and free life in the past ... In high school, I went hiking, climbing mountains, picnicking, singing, dancing in the fire, walking at dusk, enjoying the laughter of the sunset ... Scenery, things, people stopped soon, solidified into eternity and turned into beautiful scenes. It was a rain or shine memory and an unforgettable feeling, which not only enriched my life, but also added a lot of color to my life.

Looking through these yellowed and inky letters, I read them carefully and savored the language full of affection, love, care and friendship. As if in the arms of love, let me feel how happy life with writers is, let me realize that truth, goodness and beauty are everywhere in the world, and inspire me to cherish every bit of life. ...

Nowadays, mobile phones, telephones and emails can contact relatives and friends all over the world at any time, which really brings a lot of convenience to the exchange of information in people's lives; However, between people in life, it is difficult to express too much love and concern, too deep affection and persistence through telephone calls, emails and other forms. When you spread out a white letter, pick up a pen that has been put on hold for a long time, send care and love, care and greetings to your parents and relatives who also care about you. When you send joy and sadness, dreams and hopes to distant friends, your care and greetings will become more cordial and real, and your hopes and dreams will burn brighter and better. A year, two years, five years or even decades later, when these dusty memories are activated again, your life banner will definitely add many bright colors.

What a nice day to write letters! How wonderful it is to have a life of writing letters! I miss writing letters!

Postscript: Have we finished what we said in private by phone and email? When the era of words is over, who knows what else to expect? Occasionally write crazily with a pen, in order to miss the days when there were letters in that area.

Faith is the bond of love, where the soul is. ...

I miss writing letters. I haven't written for a long time. Writing letters has become an indelible mark in my memory.

In the past, the pages of white stationery have long been replaced by computer screens, the ink-scented pens have long been replaced by keyboards, and the night under the quiet desk lamp and the emotional thoughts when writing letters have long been replaced by the complicated news and impetuous hypocrisy on the Internet.

I really miss the days when I wrote letters.

In high school and college, I was far away from my parents. At that time, in addition to attending classes and finishing homework every day, the happiest thing was to receive letters from my parents from my hometown and text messages on money orders. Dad is an old man, and now he is almost 70 years old. In my school days and the first few years of work, my father always wrote to me, telling me about my family, saying that my mother missed me very much and my sister was obedient, and told me to study hard outside, not to be distracted, to remember to eat and wear warm clothes, and not to get sick ... Sometimes my father would make up some learning jingles in his letters, saying that this would enhance my interest in learning and master the methods of shortcuts. I know, he summed it up in teaching practice, which really helped me a lot.

At that time, I wrote a letter to my parents every few weeks to report on my study and work. Later, I heard from my father that every time I received a letter, my mother would first hold it in her hand and say, "Jiang Er wrote back again. Read quickly. " My mother is a typical wife and mother, gentle and loving. Although she can't read much, every time she receives my letter, she is always so excited and happy that she often attracts the envy of her aunts who work together next to her.

When I grow up, I work, and have a girlfriend, I write less and less to my parents, and I am busy writing letters and sending postcards to my girlfriend. That's another expression of emotion. At that time, the salary was not high, and I couldn't afford any expensive gifts, so I used my head in writing letters. Many thoughts and concerns, many sweet words, many happy jokes, and many considerate concerns ... all put a small stamp on white stationery, with a thick ink fragrance and a faint fragrance, and flew to the other side of my heart. So I snapped my fingers and counted the days, waiting for that reply. Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I guess.

Later, I used a pager, then I used a mobile phone, and then I used a computer. I really wrote fewer letters. Say a few words, say a few words, and then say something else. Although it saves time and improves efficiency, I always feel that I can't find the mood and feeling of writing letters before!

At home, there are some thick stationery left over from the past, piled in the corner of the study, scattered with some dust. ...

I miss writing letters. I haven't written for a long time because I'm lazy and my mind is empty. Some things can't be written or said, but they can't be forgotten. Some feelings can be forgotten, hoped, but remembered.

Today, I am in a good mood. I turned on the computer when I was cooking at home. I accidentally opened the drawer and saw a stack of yellow letters. I can't help reading them. Now it's fast and convenient, and no one needs to spend energy writing letters. It's convenient to make a phone call and send a short message, but I don't have the sentiment and affection of writing letters. Look at those dozens of thick letters stamped with the postmark 1990 to 1995. In the five years without mobile phones, my friends and I rely on these letters to touch each other's heartbeat. I still remember how eager we were to wait for the letter. I still remember how I couldn't wait to read this letter. I still remember how I confided in my heart and chose words carefully when I wrote back. The beauty of those days is an eternal happiness that stays in memory. Life is so convenient now. You can have whatever you want, whatever you want. There are fewer and fewer unknowns left in people's minds. When you live a life, you always feel hopeless, that's all, it's meaningless, because the older you get, the less unrealistic dreams you have. Here's the thing!

These yellow letters are unbearable to read. They read about our youth, our sincerity and our confusion. Now we are 30 years old and very busy. Nowadays, speed and convenience bring us closer and closer, but our hearts are getting farther and farther away. I remember a saying: "There are many people in life. Some people walk into your heart, and some people walk out of your sight. " Friends come into your heart, passers-by fade out of your sight. "My friends or that a few, I am familiar with the personnel for the first time, there is no other thoughts that a few. Later, I grew up and got to know a lot of people, but few people talked to each other. I always feel separated from everyone by a wall. This is the sorrow of human growth!

I took out some letters to read. The dribs and drabs of twenty years ago came to my mind, and the years passed mercilessly. We are no longer young. The day of writing letters has become a yellow memory. I miss the beauty at that time, thank my friends and thank myself for my rich experience. The days of writing letters, waiting for letters and answering letters are gone forever, and young people in the office will not understand that kind of beauty now. Maybe I like nostalgia. Xiao Huang said I was a man show. Actually, it's just a silent feeling. Maybe it is too attached to our past. Mao Mao said I was unreasonable and there was a generation gap. Actually, I just missed our youth. Seeing them, I can only say, "It's good to be young!" Because I am more than a whole round older than them, there are some places where they will never understand me, just as it is difficult for me to understand them.

Many flowers bloomed in the past. We thought we remembered a past event. In fact, what we remember is the fragrance of flowers. Friends may forget, may be busy, may be far away. When we are all stumbling and our temples are frosted, maybe I will invite them to the mountains as I did when I was young.

No matter how the world changes and the appearance changes, I believe that in the most primitive place in our hearts, we will always be the original us.

I miss writing letters. When I went back to my hometown this time, I dug up many letters from the old bookcase. Recorded my life after I was sixteen. The days are not long, the stationery is still fresh, and it still touches my inner tenderness.

You didn't need to write until you were sixteen. Because I go to junior high school in the village and go home every week, I have no friends far away. The concept of distance is very vague in my mind.

The only letter that can be regarded as written is that my bike turned over halfway and the pickle bottle was broken. I went home to get pickles. My parents went to work in other places, so they wrote a note saying that the pickle bottle fell on the ground on the way, and people were fine, so they came back and cut another pickle pimple. Please rest assured. Another kind of note, earlier, because of naughty, couldn't stand his father's severe reprimand, and willfully hid in his grandmother's house and vowed never to come back. In the evening, I lost my temper and wanted to go home, but I couldn't wipe it off my face. Just write "Mom: I'm homesick, okay?" I sent my uncle's sister and took the note to my mother. Knowing her mother's silence, I guessed that she didn't mean to object, so I took my only possessions-schoolbag with great joy, lowered my head and dared not look at my busy mother at the kitchen stove. My heart thumped and I slipped home nervously.

Such a story has brought my naivety to the extreme. Then I went to high school. I separated from my junior high school classmates. At that time, there was no phone to call. I can only go home once a month or months. It's rare that some of them are studying further away and some are working. So they tried their best to find an address and write letters to each other to comfort their tired nerves bound by boring study.

In those tense and inferior years, the first letter I received was my brother who graduated with me. He went to a technical secondary school in Jinan and wrote his experiences and ideas in the provincial capital on thick paper.

The girl next door who went to technical secondary school, we grew up together. The biggest gratitude to her is that in the first grade of primary school, she fought with a girl who wanted to bully me. Later, she kept mocking me, so I didn't have a good impression of her. But she became the first opposite sex to write to me. In the letter, I was encouraged to study hard. She wrote it twice, but because of my tight study time, it took me a long time to reply to the second letter, and I haven't heard from her since.

The postman in the class became the object of my attention. After recess, I always return to the classroom early, eagerly waiting for the return of the transceiver. It seems a pleasure to watch him send letters to their host.

Not hearing from you is not depressing. The previous letters always turn out at regular intervals. Like reading questions, sketching and reviewing over and over again is also a pleasant enjoyment.

Especially my father writes to me every week. My brother drives a bus in the village, and my mother always brings me rice every week and won't let me eat hard pancakes. I always walk three miles to the station on Saturday, give my luggage to my brother, and then pick up my meal the next day. I miss my family, my grandparents and my study. After waking up from a dream, I always look forward to the moment when the answer is announced the next day. That's the loneliest and most exciting road I've ever traveled in my life, and that's the most intimate thing I've ever read.

Father's letter is simply folded and placed on the pancake in the bag, like a gift, like comfort, and like expectation. You can see it as soon as you open it. His answer, like what he said in my ear, is always so simple and short. No matter how busy the farm work is, no matter how sad life is and no one comforts him, my father will always reply seriously, and the handwriting always penetrates the back of the paper. That font has always been admired by me since I was a child-vigorous and simple strokes, just like his power, always give me visual stimulation.

My father always comforted me patiently, and some words must be written in every letter, such as "Everything is fine at home, don't worry", "Eat well, be sure to eat enough" and "Cover yourself up at night and don't catch a cold". After reading it, there will be a warm current that stirs my heart and inspires my confidence to overcome difficulties and study hard.

My friends in the dormitory always like to share my father's letters with me and learn the power of forging ahead.

After the college entrance examination, I studied at the Teachers College in this city. My good friends and classmates who didn't talk much for three years in high school suddenly became half of my thoughts. Of course, we can't get in touch. As long as we can, we will write to each other and tell each other our joys and sorrows. The mind of youth is also hidden in the letter, but the hope is too far away and too slim, so I forced myself to give up in eight years. That is the most enjoyable letter I have ever written, and it is also the most thorough abandonment I have ever given up.

Later, I got a job and met people. Because my wife and I work in the same unit, mobile phones have come into our lives conveniently and quickly, so there are not many opportunities to write to her. Many ideas need to be communicated, so express them by SMS. It was indeed a letter whose handwriting was preserved by both of us. And a thick stack. It is a romance in my writing experience.

I have been working for ten years now, and I haven't received many letters, but I have answered them all. The mood of reading letters is the same, and there is also the habit of saving letters for review. I like to capture sincere feelings between the lines, just like playing hide-and-seek when I was a child.

I have to write this letter because of my work. If it is difficult to speak and I can't express myself well in the dialogue, I will always weave a few heartfelt words and give them to my rebellious classmates in order to get communication and reach a consensus. Rewarding peaches and plums is very effective. The letter with the real postmark has not been received for a long time.

Mobile phones and the Internet are all over our lives. A piece of information and a piece of information can easily cross the distance. When I saw it, my mood was still the same and I was still moved. Simplicity is a kind of beauty, but it feels too short, and I always feel that I can't bear the depth and sincerity of my feelings. Or sincere friendship can't be too concise sometimes.

This is a busy time, and it is easy to neglect to speak and alienate people. Feelings also become impetuous and rough in the rhythm of fast food, or more bubble-like psychedelic, like clouds and winds, unpredictable, and the more lonely the soul is, the rougher it is. So many people express their feelings about wine, many people struggle on the edge of boredom, and few people write their hearts with pens.

So, as always, I saved the message and looked for it in those days when I didn't believe it. I read it again and again, looking for sincere shadows, looking for people's concern, and drawing strength to inspire myself to move forward.