You are a letter, I am a postman, and my last feet make all the dust fly. What do you mean?

Letters can put aside distance, age, gender, and even the person in everyone's eyes. You don't need to correspond often, just wait for a few days for the other party's letter. Looking around the world, you have only two choices: write to men or write to women.

Thousands of rivers have water. In this book, letters are written for men.

Zhenguan is a woman from a well-off family in Budai Town, Tainan Port. Daxin is a new generation of urban people who grew up in Taipei. He is about to complete his enlistment and then go to study in Britain. To say how the two kinds of feelings are linked together, the ancient calligraphy can best show its charm. There are fewer parties, more geese, and even the last misunderstanding begins with letters, which makes readers in the 2 1 century want to give them two mobile phones. But in the end, I couldn't help but sigh: What's the use of a mobile phone computer? Love, debt and resentment are all paid with heart, which is no different from ancient times.

Zhenguan's first love was completed between her father's funeral, her uncle's return, her grandmother's funeral, and Dajin's seclusion, but compared with the stormy affair, she left her hometown and was infatuated. Although the style of writing seems to have the brushwork of A Dream of Red Mansions, Xiao Li Hong is so distressed about his hometown and so soft about the trivial things in his hometown, so it is more like Tao Yuanming's artistic conception and more like Buddhism and Taoism after China's entry into WTO. Zhenguan studied money, literature and three when he was a child, and found that his heart was quiet and heavy. Walking beside the fishhole in the net fish under the sun and the moon, he can see "thousands of rivers and waters, cloudless days in Wan Li and Wan Li". Even if he hasn't experienced this world, he has the opportunity to understand the true meaning of heaven and earth. So any brushwork can be put aside, because she wrote all her sincere feelings to that long-term love.

After reading this sad and ultimately open-minded novel, my heart will still be a little sour: but less than half a century ago, the rural folk customs were so simple, and women's cultivation could be so simple and quiet. In the world where strong women run all over the street, reading such books will be somewhat jealous.

However, in another book, snowflakes and secret fans have the same structure, and I can't help but wonder about this coincidence: the same letters, the same dense folklore, and the same misunderstanding-but there is a key point here: both parties who love to send books in the book are women, and the words used are "female books" that men can't understand.

Women's books are almost extinct. According to legend, within the territory of Yao nationality in Hunan, women can't receive equal education with men and can't read, resulting in a unique writing circulating among women. The so-called talent shortage is virtue, but a woman's mind is so complicated and subtle. In order to let women express their feelings (especially complaints) smoothly, this kind of female book has been handed down. This kind of writing has become a world cultural heritage, with a vocabulary of only about 500 to 600 words, but it can express extremely rich content according to different contexts.

The two girls grew up together, communicated with each other through women until they got married, and the truth came out ... Nothing could support them through a bitter life, experiencing natural and man-made disasters, war disputes, two dynasties, and a rebellion. They lived alone, and in a nearby village, they remembered an ancient poem that was once written on each other's naked bodies-a secret female book for life.

People who write letters expect further. They use their bodies, kisses and all kinds of comforts that only the other person can understand to supplement their passion or loneliness that words can't reach. But it happened that this kind of person would be depressed because of the misunderstanding in words, tear up the paper and cut his heart, and swear not to talk to each other. What makes people sigh is that when there is love, I believe that this kind of thing is as heavy as a mountain, and when there is no love, I can blink and turn to ashes. The king of k songs said it well. People who love me hurt me the most. Judging from the endings of these two novels, those written for women are longer and more persistent than those written for men.

Living alone between computers and supermarkets in the city is generally like Naoko Takagi's picture book "Living Alone for the Fifth Year". When a person goes to build a restaurant to eat, go home before the courier comes (because there is no one at home to receive it), horror movies or typhoons work night shifts or panic when they are sick ... they have to be cooked by themselves, and no one can see them when they are funny. Although this generation does not have the oppression of women by three obedience and four virtues, the burden is too much to bear. In this way, there will be many women at home who can't write a letter even if they want to, let alone deliver it. Perhaps it is in this case that a person doodles and regards it as his own invented words.