Those warm essays are scattered in time

There is a kind of predestination, a kind of and heaven remains our neighbourhood, and a kind of warmth and silence.

We are women of different ages from all corners of the country. We have the same hobbies, similar personalities and emotional voices. Network is our platform, and words are our expression. We like to express our feelings in words and hope to make progress in communication.

The vast net sea, meeting them, is a beautiful scenery in plain life. All sentient beings, knowing each other with them, make the years seem like water flowing with emotion. In this virtual network world, they are beautiful and kind, which makes me really feel the warmth from friendship. Capture those scattered in time, there is a faint happiness, warm affection in my heart.

Welcome her like a lily.

The acquaintance with the fragrance of autumn rhyme comes from the internet and begins with words. The first time I saw her in the article, in my shallow impression, she was a graceful and poetic woman who came out of Song Ci, quiet and elegant, with a smile. In those soft and warm words, I seem to see her beauty. In the light of a solo dance, I gently sat on the piano with my sleeves in my arms, playing one beautiful and moving tune after another with my slender fingers. During the warm spring in bloom, I painted a beautiful picture of life facing the sea one after another, piled up her spiritual home-Xanadu, and gently told the ordinary life word by word.

From reading her article "Love is Responsibility", I know that she is a very responsible woman. She will tolerate everything in life and emotion and undertake her wife's obligations with her heart. In "Grateful Father" and "Mother's Wish", I read the voice of a filial daughter, full of blessings and gratitude to her parents; In the series "Flowers Smile", I learned that she is a very affectionate woman and cherishes every friend who comes into her life or meets in the network. In My Struggle with Illness, I learned that she is a woman with strong perseverance. She is indomitable in the struggle against illness. No matter how painful her body is, she has a good attitude, calmly facing the disappointments in life and sticking to it. In "She is such a woman", she presents herself with the same preferences, similar personality, the same mentality and the same life as me.

Accidentally entered her space and left a few words. Based on my love of words, I felt it in my heart. We leap from mutual concern in the station to in-depth conversation among QQ friends. Through the trickle of words under her fingertips, I deepened my understanding of her. Beneath her strong appearance, there is a fragile heart, and the contradictory heart lingers between truth and falsehood. She put all her thoughts and feelings. In the world of words, complaining about a piece of paper is simple and sad, hoping to get the coolness and calmness she wants from it. Those who understand her will understand her from those few words; People who don't know her will only see her in the article.

In the chat and communication with her again and again, her sensibility, her stubbornness and her delicacy slipped through my mind like water and rippled in my heart. It was a monologue that warmed a woman's heart, and those repeated ramblings carried her a lot, which sincerely narrowed the distance between our hearts and relieved our guard; It is communication that builds a bridge of trust between us, which pours out without scruple like spring water and washes away the dirt in our hearts. She and I have become the most familiar strangers in this illusory network. We tell the truth by screen name, listen to each other attentively, and absorb each other's water like sponges.

We are all the same, the same life, the same personality, the same experience, the same emotion, we are all moody people, and we are all people who value feelings. When we first met her, we got to know her later. The word we say most often is "understanding". I see. Me, too ... "In her words, we found emotional vibration, sound thinking and clear insight into each other, just like two mirrors, we found our own shadow in our respective words, separated by a line and two screens. We are like two close friends, sitting in a coffee shop for a long time, drinking bitter and sweet coffee and telling each other everything in our hearts.

I remember that for a while, because of my busy work and life, I faded out of the internet and my communication with her was somewhat alienated. Occasionally, I will pay attention to her in QQ dynamics. When I see some sentimental words, I will leave her some joking words, play with her wittily, and make her forget the sorrow as beautiful as ever. The most impressive one was in her conversation. We wrote 60 comments over and over again. We talked very speculatively and had a special fate. We can chat not only in the comments, but also in QQ. It was a heartbreaking chat. In fact, the happiness in life is in dribs and drabs, and the friendship in the network is also in concern, and my heartfelt words just want to tell her through words that life is helpless and wonderful, and all doubts and sorrows are forgotten. As long as we want to have it, happiness is around us, and happiness is within reach.

Life is hard to find a confidant, and a confidant is even harder. In life, we don't lack good friends and intimate friends to talk to. However, because of geographical distance and indifferent connection, many people also sigh a whisper, "life is long, and three or five friends are enough"; In today's complex society, we gradually become sophisticated and hypocritical, often pretending to be strong and covering up our true selves. In the vast sea of people, intimacy is like an hourglass bottle. In a transparent glass container bottle, it swings around through narrow and tiny pipes. How much sincerity you have poured and how much sincerity you have collected to measure each other's sincerity? Those who can't get into the heart of the bottle will never feel the softness and beauty of the sand in the bottle.

I met her unexpectedly on the internet, which made me deeply feel the value of friendship. In this hot summer, she brought me a little coolness with her true meaning; In this heart-to-heart conversation, she gave me a warm touch; Indulged in the country of literature, we have gained valuable friendship together.

Her literary friends once described her as a lonely, unknown, charming and not gorgeous Mei Cheng woman, just like her name. As her literary friend, I don't have a good writing style to describe her beauty, but in my heart, I prefer to compare her to a lily-like woman, white and flawless, elegant and pure, full of fragrance.

Meet her like a swallow.

What kind of meeting makes me so excited?

It is a casual glance in the literary sky.

What kind of woman moved me so much?

It was her cheerful appearance like a swallow that made my heart happy.

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

In April, when I first met her, I met her-Mencius Xiao Yan, and then I met happiness and joy. In a good mood, in the QQ space, she swept my sky with a breeze and drew a beautiful arc; On a quiet day, she walked into my heart with a trace of warmth, which deeply moved me.

Words have built a bridge between our hearts, approached her, entered her words and entered her inner world.

In my eyes, she is a strong, unyielding and hardworking woman. In those days of drifting in the north, the girl drifting in the north walked at the crossroads of life in that bustling city and experienced drift, helplessness, helplessness and confusion; I have cried, laughed, loved and hated; Don't give up easily, work hard, just to live up to your parents' expectations, and believe that sunshine is always after the storm. Even if the road is difficult, the pace is still so firm. She was moved by every encounter and thanked everyone who helped her. Those people, things, encounters and feelings were all recorded in her words, kept in her heart and remembered for life.

In my eyes, she is a woman who loves life and knows life. Every woman needs a harbor to dock and a shoulder to lean on. What is commendable is that when her career is just right and she is in her prime, she can change her identity appropriately, walk into the family lightly and give herself a peace of mind. However, in the vast sea of people, she found the man who loved her and found her own happiness. Busy life and hard work did not dilute her love for life. What she wrote in her diary showed me her hard work for life and her harmonious and mature family. The faint happiness in her words touched her and me. Reading those simple but touching words, I seem to see the real her in reality. It is no stranger for her to talk freely in front of me in Kan Kan. I fantasize about such a scene and hope that my dream will come true one day. I am looking forward to meeting the most beautiful one in the deepest part of the world of mortals during the journey of people coming and going, and in the season when flowers fall in bloom.

In my eyes, she is a filial and considerate woman. She left her hometown and married a wife. She has nowhere to pour out her thoughts and sorrows. She needs warmth and support. So, in many quiet nights, she reveals shallow feelings and faint words in her words. The health of mom and dad is her concern, and the happiness of two brothers is her blessing. She is happy for their happiness and happiness. In marriage, she managed with her heart, maintained with love, and walked hand in hand with him she loved through thick and thin. After experiencing various maladjustments from her mother's family to her husband's family, she faced them with her filial piety, understanding, kindness and gratitude. In the plain life of the years, she slowly learned to cherish and understand contentment.

Now, she is playing the old me, so close and so far away. Now, she is walking the way I once walked, so far and so close. Therefore, how much I can't help but want to get close to her, capture the shadow of my youth from her, and pursue the footprint of my youth.

I still remember that day, I had a long night talk with her for two hours. We talked about life, feelings, words and the internet. That night was beautiful because of her, and it was warm because of her. This is emotional * * * sound, but also ideological * * * vibration. It was an unfinished chat, so we reluctantly said good night and then goodbye. Remember what I said to her: To be continued. She replied to me: to be continued for a lifetime. Yes, our friendship, our story, is also in this shallow time, a little warmth, a little touch, know each other for life.

I met her unexpectedly in the network. Let my heart be warmer and more touching.

Although, because of reality and life, we are slack in writing and lack of communication, our love for writing and our concern for each other have not diminished or been forgotten. Every time, I can feel her happiness and happiness in her updated talk and pictures.

She is a free swallow soaring in the literary sky. In the vast world of vision, she is looking for her own branches, and in the messy dust, she has her own peace;

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

Meeting her like a swallow, dancing in such a white and blue sky, gave me a beautiful scenery and a beautiful opportunity. Her beautiful and moving figure, her playful and lovely appearance left a shallow trace in my heart, but let me remember it deeply from now on.

Welcome her like a azalea.

In this warm spring season in bloom, there is a kind of rhododendron, which blooms in this sunny spring, like a cuckoo, flying in the happy branches.

When I first met her online, she danced like a butterfly and bloomed like a flower in the literature. Slowly and gently, I approached her, smelled the refreshing fragrance and saw those beautiful and moving pictures. Stop and stare, this woman who likes spring, just like the spring spirit described in her works, dances gracefully, shakes her soft waist and wings and hovers in the sky I have been waiting for for a long time.

A beautiful encounter glows slightly in retrospect, which is the soul's phase rhinoceros, the soul's * * * sound, and the just right encounter. Walking on the road of literature, we inadvertently looked at each other, smiled at each other, held hands and marveled at the beauty of fate and the charm of words. It was as simple as that, and let nature take its course, which brought us closer step by step. From then on, a story about our relationship with words and friendship began.

With her, the story happened warmly and happily.

She is my shadow and my mirror. When I saw her, it was like seeing myself. Once, I was crazy about words. Once, I ignored my family because of my words. Once, I worked tirelessly and walked alone. Once, I also burst into tears and smiled at the passage of time. Therefore, when I accidentally read the words she wrote on my heart in the anthology, it was like a flying stone thrown into my heart lake, splashing the ripples of memories.

Appreciate her writing, admire her persistence and envy her happiness. Her quiet and elegant temperament deeply attracts me, and her positive and optimistic attitude towards life and work deeply infects me, which makes me involuntarily like and love. Her smile blooms in the sun. Her family is surrounded by her brow, and her life is safe and sound in the ordinary. Her efforts are rooted in the soil. She is as kind, pure, pure and quiet as azalea. Day after day, month after month, she bloomed unconsciously in my heart under the running water of time.

Time flies, fleeting. When we met her, although we didn't communicate much, it didn't affect the development of our friendship. Watching her talk forms a habit, and watching her articles forms a dependence. The interaction in space has accumulated our friendship. The blessings she left after each speech are as warm as the sunshine in spring and shine in my heart. After every article I wrote, her comments were as cool as spring rain, nourishing my heart. This is a feeling suitable for shades, and this is just the right warmth.

This, the warmth she gave me, I put it away and hid it deeply, keeping silent and paying attention quietly. Not to please, just to understand. I was warmed by her, and after getting to know her, I also learned to express all my concerns and respond to more exchanges with short words, and gradually became warm.

Warmth spreads in this network. I am about her age, and now I am in my thirties. Like her, I have lost the arrogance of my youth and become more mature and indifferent. Through years of experience, I gradually grew up and began to know how to be grateful and learn to be content. I also understand that no matter whether the future is dull or wonderful, happy or sad, we should keep our peace in this bustling world, look for some warmth around us, enjoy the little happiness of life and taste the little taste of life. Now, when the years are quiet and the world is cold, sit tight and wait and see. bloom is in front of the court, humiliated and indifferent, and the sky is full of clouds, go or stay. I only hope that we can March forward with firm steps, with firm heart and compassion in the maze of words.

The days are getting weaker and weaker, and the true feelings are getting less and less. Across the sea, we live our own lives, silently watching, deeply blessing and silently expressing. In the dull time, I listened attentively to the wonderful melody flowing from under my fingertips. Read the shallow words on this page carefully, emitting a faint ink fragrance, drifting into the distance with a thick fragrance, and floating into the heart.

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