Those warm prose scattered in time

There is a kind of fate that meets you unexpectedly, there is a kind of distance that is so close to the end of the world, and there is a kind of warmth that is silent and ambiguous.

We are women from all over the world and of different ages. We have the same hobbies, similar personalities, and emotional resonance. The Internet is our platform, and words are our expression. We like to express our emotions in words, hoping to get the most from the communication. **Unlike progress.

Encountering them in the vast sea of ????the Internet is a beautiful scenery in ordinary life. The acquaintance with all living beings makes the days like water filled with emotion. The beautiful and kind women in this virtual online world made me truly feel the warmth that comes from friendship. Capturing those touches scattered in time, there is a faint happiness and warm affection in my heart.

Meet her like a lily

The acquaintance with Qiuyun Anxiang originated from the Internet and started from words. The first time I met her in the text, in my superficial impression, she was a graceful and poetic woman who seemed to have come from Song Dynasty poetry. She was quiet and elegant, and spoke and smiled sweetly. In those warm and soft words that spoke from the heart, I seemed to see her beautiful, dancing alone under the light, gently holding her sleeves, sitting on the piano, playing one song after another with her slender fingers. The beautiful song, in the springtime, facing the sea, depicts pictures of a beautiful life one after another, using word by word, poem by poem to build up the land of her soul, a paradise, gently It tells her laughter and loss in ordinary life.

From reading her article "Love is Responsibility", I know that she is a very responsible woman. She will tolerate everything in life and emotions, and shoulder the responsibilities of a wife with all her heart. In "Thanks to Father" and "Mom's Wishes", I read the voice of a filial daughter, full of blessings and gratitude to her parents; in the "Nianhua Smile" series, I got to know her She is a very affectionate woman who cherishes every friend who comes into her life or meets on the Internet; in "I Fight against the Disease", I understand that she is a woman with strong perseverance, She fought against the disease tenaciously, no matter how much pain her body suffered, she always had a good attitude, faced the dissatisfaction in life calmly, and persisted to the end; in "She is Such a Woman", she showed that she has the same preferences as me , similar personalities, same mentality, and the same feelings about life.

The few words I left behind when I accidentally entered her space. Based on the same love for words, feelings and understanding, we have gone from paying close attention to each other on the website to being in-depth among QQ friends. The conversation, through the words pouring out from under her fingertips like trickling water, deepened my understanding of her. Her strong appearance hides a fragile heart, and her contradictory heart is filled with indistinguishable truth and falsehood. , she gave all her thoughts and emotions to words. In the world of words, she expressed her plain heart and sadness in half a note, hoping to get the indifference and peace she wanted. People who understand her will learn from it. Those who understand her in just a few words; those who don't understand her will only see her trapped in a cocoon in the words.

In chatting and communicating with her again and again, her sensibility, her stubbornness, and her delicacy slipped through my mind like water, causing ripples in my heart. That came from A heart-warming monologue from the depths of a woman's heart. Those repeated babbles carry a lot of her. It is sincerity that narrows the distance between our hearts and lowers our guard; it is communication that builds the trust between us. The bridge pours out like a spring without any care, washing away the dirt in one's soul. She and I have become the most familiar strangers in this illusory network. We speak the truth using our online names, listen to each other with our hearts, and absorb each other's water like sponges.

We are all the same, with the same life, the same character, the same experience, and the same emotions. We are all moody people, and we are all people who value feelings. The first time we met her Later, we got to know each other well, and the words we spoke most often were "Understand. Understand."

Me too..." In what she said to each other, we found the excitement of emotions, the resonance of thoughts, and a clear understanding of each other. They looked at each other like two mirrors. I find my own shadow in the text. Between the line and the two screens, we are like two long-lost friends sitting in a coffee shop, sipping bitter and slightly sweet coffee and telling each other endless stories and words. , in the aroma of coffee, enjoying the beauty of this quiet moment.

I remember that there was a time when I faded away from the Internet due to my busy work and life, and my communication with her was a bit slow. Alienated, I occasionally follow her in QQ updates, and when I see some sentimental comments, I will leave her some joking words and play playfully with her, making her forget her sadness and remain as bright as ever. That time it was on She Talks. We wrote 60 comments one after another. It was a very interesting chat and a very special fate. Not only could we talk about it in the comments, but we could also chat on QQ. It was so heartfelt. In fact, the happiness in life lies in the little things, and the friendship on the Internet is also in the concern. And my sincere words are just to tell her through words that although life is helpless, it is also wonderful. All the doubts and sorrows, as long as we want to have them, happiness is very close to us, and happiness is within reach.

It is rare to know someone who is true to you, and it is rare to have true friends in life. There is no shortage of close friends. However, because of the geographical distance and the weak connection, many people have also sighed and said, "In a long life, it is enough to have only a few close friends." In today's complicated and chaotic society, , we gradually become tactful, hypocritical, and often deliberately pretend to be strong and hide our true selves. In the vast sea of ????people and the vast sea of ????networks, a close friend is like an hourglass bottle, passing through a transparent glass container. Through that narrow and small pipe, when it swings, how much sincerity you pour in, how much sincerity you collect, to measure each other's sincerity, and those who can't get into the heart of the bottle will never understand. The softness of the sand in the bottle, the beauty of the fall.

The unexpected encounter with her on the Internet made me deeply feel the value of friendship in this hot summer. Her sincerity brought me a little bit of coolness; in this heart-to-heart conversation, she gave me a warm touch; immersed in the country of literature, we gained something together. This is a rare friendship.

Her literary friends once described her as a plum-like woman, lonely, unknown, delicate but not beautiful, just like her. As her name. As a literary friend of hers, although I don’t have a good writing style to outline her beauty, in my heart, I prefer to compare her to a woman like a lily, pure and white, elegant and pure. , Fragrant and fragrant.

Meet her like a little swallow.

What kind of encounter makes me so stunned?

Is it an inadvertent encounter in the literary sky?

What kind of woman makes me so excited?

It is her cheerful appearance like a little swallow that makes me happy.

Meeting her, who is like a little swallow, is the most beautiful accident in my network.

In April, when we first met, in that season when spring filled the world and peach blossoms bloomed, I met her, Zimeng Xiaoyan, and I met joy and happiness. In a good mood, in QQ space, she carries a wisp of breeze across my sky, drawing a beautiful arc; in days as quiet as water, she walks in with a hint of warmth. I was deeply moved in my heart.

Writing builds a bridge between us and each other's souls. When we get close to her and her words, we enter her inner world.

In my eyes, she is a strong and unyielding woman who works hard. During those days of drifting to the north, that girl who drifted to the north walked at the crossroads of life in that bustling city and experienced wandering, helplessness, helplessness, and confusion; she cried, laughed, loved, and hated ; Don’t give up easily, and work hard to move forward, just to live up to your parents’ expectations, and also believe that the sunshine is always after the storm. Even though the road was difficult, her footsteps were still so firm. She was moved by every encounter and was grateful to everyone who helped her. Those people, those things, those encounters, and those touches were all recorded in her words one by one. Keep it in your heart and remember it for a lifetime.

In my eyes, she is a woman who loves life and understands life.

Every woman needs a harbor to dock and a shoulder to lean on. It is rare for her to know how to change her identity appropriately when her career is at its peak, and she can easily enter the family and give herself peace of mind. However, in the vast sea of ????people, she found the man who loved her and loved her, and she found her own happiness. Busy life and hard work in starting a business have not diluted her love for life. The heartfelt words she wrote in her diary allowed me to see the woman who was working hard for life and the mature woman who strived for family harmony. The subtle happiness in her words moved her and moved her at the same time. Holding me. Reading those simple but touching words made me seem to see the real her talking happily in front of me, and she was no stranger to me. I fantasize about such a scene and hope that one day my dream will come true. In the journey of people coming and going, in the season of flowers blooming and falling, I look forward to meeting the most beautiful her in the deepest world of mortals.

In my eyes, she is a filial, sensible, and considerate woman. She left her hometown and became a married woman. She had nowhere to put her thoughts and sorrows. She needed warmth and even more sustenance. So, in many quiet nights, she poured her shallow feelings and faint words into her words. The health of her parents is her concern, and the happiness of her two brothers is her blessing. She is happy with their happiness, and they are happy with their happiness. In her marriage, she managed it with heart, maintained it with love, and walked hand in hand with the man she loved through thick and thin. After experiencing various discomforts when moving from her mother's home to her husband's home, she faced it all with her filial piety, sensibleness, kindness, and gratitude. In the ordinary life of increasing years, she slowly learned to cherish and be content.

She is acting like me in the past, so close yet so far away. Now she is walking the same path that I once walked, so far yet so close. Therefore, I couldn't help but want to get close to her, capture the shadow of my youth from her, and trace the footprints of my youth.

I still remember that day, we had a two-hour night chat with her. We talked about life, feelings, texts, and the Internet. That night was beautiful because of her, that night was warm because of her. It is a kind of emotional excitement and ideological excitement. It was an unfinished chat that made us reluctant to say good night and goodbye. I still remember what I said to her: To be continued. She replied to me: To be continued for the rest of my life. Yes, our friendship and our stories need to accumulate warmth bit by bit in this simple time, and be full of touching bit by bit, and we will know each other for a lifetime.

An unexpected encounter with her on the Internet. It made me feel a little more warm and moved in my heart.

Although, because of reality and life, we have slacked off on writing and lacked communication, our love for writing and our concern for each other have not been reduced or forgotten. Every time, I can feel her joy and happiness in her updated words and pictures.

She is a swallow soaring freely in the literary sky. In the world with a vast field of vision, she is looking for her own branches, and in the chaotic world, she has her own tranquility;

She is a happy swallow flying beside me , when she was flying over mountains, rivers, fields and plateaus, was she looking for a like-minded partner? And no matter whether I am the companion she is looking for or not, no matter how far away I am from her, I am willing to get close to her, forge ahead with her, and fly in the direction of my dreams with joy.

When I met her, she was like a little swallow, dancing mistyly in such a white and blue sky, giving me a beautiful scenery and a wonderful opportunity. Her beautiful and touching posture, her playful and cute appearance left a faint trace in my heart, but I will remember it deeply from now on.

Meet her as a rhododendron

In this spring season, there is a rhododendron that blooms like a rhododendron in this sunny spring. Birds fly on happy branches.

When I first met her on the Internet, she danced like a butterfly and bloomed as beautifully as a flower among the flowers of literature. Gently and slowly, I approached her and smelled the refreshing fragrance. Fragrant, I saw those beautiful and moving pictures.

Stopping and staring, this woman who loves spring, just like the spring spirit described in her writing, dances with elegant steps, swaying her soft waist, waving her smart wings, hovering in the sky that I have been waiting for for a long time.

The beautiful encounter is slightly glowing in the looking back. It is the resonance of the soul, the resonance of the soul, and a just encounter. Walking on the road of literature, we accidentally looked at each other, smiled sweetly and joined hands by chance. We marveled at the beauty of fate and the charm of words. It was so simple and smooth. It naturally brings us, who are far apart, closer and closer to each other step by step. From then on, a story about our affair and friendship with words began.

This story with her is warm and happy.

She is my shadow and my mirror. Seeing her, I felt like I saw my former self. Once upon a time, I was crazy about words. Once upon a time, I neglected my family because of words. Once upon a time, I worked tirelessly and moved forward bravely. Once upon a time, I also watched the passage of time with tears streaming down my face and a smile. Therefore, when I accidentally read the words she wrote on my heart in her collection of essays, it was like a flying stone thrown into the lake of my heart, causing ripples of memories.

I admire her writing, admire her persistence, and envy her happiness. Her quiet and elegant temperament deeply attracts me. Her positive and optimistic attitude in life and work, It deeply infected me and made me like it involuntarily. I couldn't help but love it. Her smile bloomed in the sunshine. Her family affection surrounds her heart and eyebrows, and her life is peaceful and ordinary. Her efforts take root in the soil. She is kind, simple, innocent, and as quiet as an azalea. Day by day, month by month, she blooms in my heart unknowingly under the watery time.

Time flies and flies by. During the time we got to know her, although we had little communication, it did not affect the development of our friendship. Reading her words formed a habit, and reading her articles formed a dependence. The interactions in the space build up our friendship over time. The blessings she left after every message she said to me were like the warmth of the spring sun, shining in my heart. The comments she wrote after each of my articles were like the coolness of spring rain, nourishing my heart. This is a kind of love with appropriate shades, this is just the right amount of warmth.

This, the warmth she gave me, I put it away well, hid it deeply, kept silent, and paid attention quietly. Not to please, just to understand. I was warmed by her, and after getting to know her, I also learned to respond to all my care and attention in more simple words of communication, and gradually became warmer.

Warmth spreads in this network. I, who are similar in age to her, have now entered my thirties. Like her, I have lost the arrogance of youth and gained the calmness of maturity. In the years, In the experience of gradually growing up, I began to know how to be grateful and learned to be satisfied. I also understand that in the future, no matter whether it is dull or wonderful, whether happy or sad, in this noisy and prosperous world, in the coldness of the world, I must keep a piece of tranquility in my heart, look for some warmth around me, enjoy the small happiness of life, and taste With the small taste of life, now that the years are quiet and the world is stable, I watch quietly, the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, I am not surprised by favors and disgrace, I look indifferently, the clouds in the sky are rolling and relaxing, and I have no intention of leaving or leaving; I only wish to be together in the streets of words, With a firm heart, take firm steps, take it easy and cherish it, and move forward all the way.

The days are getting duller and duller, and the true feelings are becoming less and less. Looking at each other across the Internet, we live our own lives, paying attention silently, blessing deeply, and writing quietly. In the dullness of the passing years, listen carefully to the beautiful melodies flowing from your fingertips. I read the shallow text on this page carefully, and the faint fragrance of ink emitted, and the thick fragrance floated into the distance and into my heart.

Standing at the end of the world, I spread out this paper raft with a warm and sincere attitude, condensed the warmth scattered in time between my fingers, and recorded it in words.