All the warmth in the world warms up when you put pen to paper.

Once upon a time, I liked these words very much, such as "showing good words" and "seeing words like faces" It seems that when I see these words, I feel warm in my heart. At that time, the writing with unique ink fragrance has become a special force in life, which is kind, warm and reliable; At that time, the strokes on the letters seemed to have a magical power, which attracted me deeply.

A few days ago, during the solar term' rain', Charan saw such a description. After the rain, Hongyan returned and plants sprouted. The return of Hongyan reminds me of another beautiful and distant word "Hongyan delivers books"! Hongyan's biography is a warm and beautiful word, and so is the letter. Touching the fingers, the thick cocoon where the middle finger holds the pen has long been nowhere to be found, just like pens, papers and books, it gradually blurs before our eyes and then disappears. Sometimes, I wonder if one day, I won't write Chinese characters with strokes, and I can smell faint ink and book fragrance. In my most difficult years, letters used to occupy a lot of space, but now, in the past years, letters have been sealed. When I looked back, I suddenly found that the missing piece in my life was letters.

The first time I got an impression of letters was in grade two or three. When I was a child, I was curious. I often look for treasures in every corner of my home in my spare time. One day, I found a shabby and clean paper box in a cupboard, with yellow appearance and broken edges but neatly glued with tape ... This suddenly aroused my curiosity, crept in, observed that there was no one around, and opened the box at the risk of being beaten. There are only a few old books and a thin stack of letters written by my father to my mother in my early years. I have no memory of what I wrote. For an eight-year-old child with only novelty in his mind, there is no attraction. Disappointed, I just took a look and threw it aside. Later, I was busy playing with my neighbor's friends all day, and I lost to Java about letters long ago.

It's been many years since I lost it and got it back. In junior high school, because the school is far from home, I can only live in the school, go home every Friday, and then go to school from home on Sunday. At that time, we were in the prime of life, and we always got together in twos and threes after school and chattered about some little secrets. When someone comes near, we scare the birds away, leaving only colorful feathers. At that time, I had a very good friend. We grew up playing. We were in the same class for several years in primary school. Later, when we entered junior high school, we were divided into classes. As time goes by, we are all in the new class and have a group of new friends. But during the third grade, she wrote a lot of letters, and the frequency basically reached one every day. Some of them confide in secrets, while others complain of grievances. At that time, I will also seriously reply to every letter from her with all kinds of stationery.

I went to high school in a daze. I just arrived in a strange environment and walked on the road of strange flowers and trees. Everything became serious. At that time, mobile phones had just become popular, so I applied for QQ number. Life in high school is very fulfilling, and I spend every day in a busy life. I have books to read, sights to see and dreams to do. Later, because I like reading books and magazines, I established several book friends.

I vaguely remember that in high school, I was one of the few people in my class who often sent and received letters. The letter sent is my biggest secret, and the letter received is my biggest surprise. At the beginning, I will write a letter or an article to the editorial department of Zhesi, and I will chat with book lovers to button my favorite books. These book lovers come from all corners of the country. We only talk about books and never ask about each other's lives. This is probably the tacit understanding that you say I listen and you don't say I don't ask. However, they will also go to each other's space to leave some words of comfort and encouragement because they see each other's feelings in their circle of friends.

After getting to know each other, they will also write to each other and talk to each other. All kinds of cartoon stationery are handwritten. After lunch break, I went to the newsstand at the school gate to buy stamps and put them in white or khaki envelopes. Some envelopes were printed with pictures of the school gate. Apply a thin layer of glue, sip it with your hand and put it in the mailbox. You will be overjoyed if you receive a reply. Some book lovers are old, and their contents are mostly caring and teaching, mixed with stories of college life; There are letters from old friends, and the time and place are printed at the end, as if I saw them writing. Writing is always easier than speaking for me who is introverted and slow. A thin piece of paper can carry too many things, with affection, concern, trouble and joy. As long as the stationery is laid, you will come to everyone, you can speak freely and never get tired of it.

Of course, during that time, in addition to correspondence with book friends, I often wrote inspirational words on bookmarks with my girlfriends and gave them to each other. Leaves, petals, post-it notes, postcards and anything that can be written will also be filled with the language of blessing. It seems that all the warmth in this world is enough to warm the lonely heart at the moment of writing. Time flies, and the college entrance examination is ushered in in a blink of an eye. A few letters are gradually shelved in busy days, followed by long holidays and anxious waiting, during which diaries take the place of letters.

With the afterglow of summer, I stepped into the threshold of university. After the initial novelty and strangeness, there is a lot of relaxation. Many times, looking around, everyone is faced with mobile phones, novels, online chats or games, so I have the idea of writing letters again. It's wonderful to get the address with modern communication tools and then contact in the oldest way. The thin writing paper was full of words, and I crossed the leisurely path from the teaching building to the post office, waiting for a reply, full of expectation.

Imagine where this letter will go and how long it will stay, and then it will be sent to each other several times; Guess what his expression will be when he opens the letter ... The beauty of the letter is that he writes it with his heart. It takes as little as three or two days, and as long as a week, his mood changes, and he is excited and anxious, sometimes mixed with a little depression ... At the moment he receives the letter, all the small emotions have a home, but it is raining and snowing, and it is still like a spring breeze.

When the internet is popular, we are faced with neat, correct and cold fonts, rather than emotional and warm handwriting, which is invisible. It used to be said that you can see your voice and smile when you see your handwriting. When you meet face to face by video, I miss reading your letter, touching your handwriting, and imagining how you wrote this letter. Sometimes I write with the help of God, and sometimes I see your beauty through my handwriting.

Time flies. Today, I have been to many places, met many people and had many things. I have forgotten what I said and even the poems I read. The voices and smiles of classmates and teachers are becoming more and more blurred. Today's news is unknown, and old words have long been dissolved in time. The rest are all cold names in social software. This discovery made me suddenly, and I was even more afraid that I would forget the lovely you who left traces in my life after many years, as if I had never met you.

When I opened the yellowed letter again, it reminded me that you had existed in my life, and it reminded me of the warmth I was about to forget. Those letters that once entrusted our family and friendship, those that carried our glory and dreams, were engraved with inscriptions like monuments, standing on the road of our lives. In the hustle and bustle of life, I want to cultivate a calm heart, be more calm and calm, do not argue, plant a few Chinese roses in the yard, spit a faint fragrance, sit quietly, write the mottled time into a thin page, and let the time pass and bloom into a flower in the depths of the years.

Time won't make you cool, but warmth stays in your heart. Someone, when he remembers it in his heart, is warm, happy and a smile hidden in his eyes!

This is the end of the article. Finally, Xiao Qiao wants to ask everyone: "Have you ever had such an expression?" There have also been waiting on pins and needles; Was it ever an indispensable part of your life? Letters are drifting away in this forgotten age; Have you ever written a letter to a girl who has had a crush on you for a long time? Have you expressed your concern and blessing to your distant friends through letters? "Joe is waiting for you here to share your story with me.