Notes on Nan Nan's Prose

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Don't think that I was a playboy from the beginning. In fact, I have had many beautiful things in beginning of life. Even if I sometimes show cynicism, I can't change my former yearning. It is always said that since ancient times, affectionate feelings have hurt each other, but there is a kind of friendship that can last forever. I believe that there are still many beautiful intersections between men and women in the world except love.

Nan Nan's short message complained to me, saying that the short message sent to her for holiday wishes was reproduced by others. In fact, she didn't know. I have been in Jiang Lang for a long time, so I can't make a strange ending. However, compared with Nannan's anger, I still keep a short message that she sent me many years ago. Seeing words is like seeing people. If you see people, people are also hazy.

Actually, strictly speaking, I have never seen Nan Nan. Counting carefully, twenty years is one year. Sometimes I really feel that people are getting old, and the past of youth is far away. And when I think of Nannan, those young things keep jumping out. At that time, I was studying in a middle school, and the school ran a literary journal. For a while, I was in charge of editing. Catch up with the school and organize a poetry competition for middle school students in the whole city. After the competition, all the manuscripts entered my hands. I felt that there were still some good works among those who lost the election, so I chose some to compile and publish in a school magazine. Nannan's contribution was among them, so I wrote her a letter because I wanted to get the confirmation from the other party. Nannan is studying in a nearby middle school, two grades lower than me. In the long run, they became pen pals. Strangely speaking, they were very close, so why didn't they meet?

I remember that she drew me a map of her school and told me where her class was. Maybe there was something else going on at that time. The journal had a school magazine of her work, and I passed it on to her through my classmates and her classmates. It just seems that there is no special reason to meet in the future. I remember her as quiet and sweet, picturesque and poetic.

I don't know how I can write so much when writing letters. In fact, I haven't discussed any major issues. Most of the time, I just tell my own little things about my life. Maybe some thoughts of life and some feelings of life will make the pen full of some ingenuity. Nannan's handwriting is particularly delicate and graceful, and it feels pleasing to the eye. Sometimes she is ingenious and designs an envelope by herself, which is light and elegant and generous. If you celebrate the Spring Festival or something, you must send a greeting card. Those words full of blessings and encouragement always warm people's hearts. The feeling of a long time may have become an expectation for the other party's letter. I was particularly envious when I saw others receiving letters before, and I was so happy when I received an expected letter. Sometimes I can't bear to tear open a letter. If I can find scissors, I must cut them neatly. At that time, folding letters was also very particular, and sometimes some tricks could be folded. Sometimes it takes a while to put a letter in a schoolbag before it is collected in a drawer at home. After all, an expectation of satisfaction can last for many days.

I don't want Nannan to write back when she is nervous about her studies. Anyway, there is always time to read letters. I think so and write to her on time. Once she said that there was a backlog of her letters in the head teacher's office and she didn't give them to her until the exam was over. Nannan asked her father to nail a mailbox at the door of their home unit so that she could receive the letter I sent. I also remember that once, she was in a hurry to find a reference book, and I happened to have it, so I packed it and mailed it to her along with some other study materials.

Nan Nan's hands are very clever, and she can embroider by herself or something. She said that her white shirt looked monotonous, so she began to embroider something to embellish it. Of course, I didn't have a chance to see what those clothes looked like, but once she sent me a white square towel with her embroidered works on it.

Sometimes I always feel that poetry flows from my mind, and people can't write anything without such a situation. When you write to her, you will also send her the poem you just wrote. Writing those little poems is really unorganized, and you can easily pick them up when you are in love. Some of my poems were lost. One Christmas, she compiled my little poems into a book with illustrations. This handwritten book really made me like it. At that time, I went to make a copy, which was originally collected and only showed to people.

Nan Nan went to a local university. She liked her instructor very much during military training, so she recognized him as her brother. She said that only then did she recognize her two brothers, and the other one was me. She should be my first sister, too. Her school is very big, and there is a little distance between the north yard and the south yard. Sometimes she has to walk a long way to check my letters. Once, she said that the wind was cold and there was no letter from me for several days, thinking that I would stop writing, which was very sad.

I never knew what she really looked like. I once said that I really wanted to get her photo, but she ignored me and made no response. It was not until a few years later, on the eve of her graduation from college, that she sent me a color photo she took on campus. She is quite appropriate to my imagination: a white round neck T-shirt, beautiful and simple. She told me that she is 168 cm tall, which is quite high for a girl. Nan Nan wrote the words "Sister, Yu Xiangda" on the back of the photo. Once she stayed in the bookstore for half a day, just to send me a suitable book, and went home and wrote many words on the title page of the book. Sometimes she said that when she went shopping with her classmates, she also thought about what fun she could give me. Between people is quite simple, I think the girl's mind is particularly clear.

Many details of her college life are written in those letters. Especially those youth events in the dormitory. On her birthday, I sent her a copy of poems full of questions for her, which made the girls in her dormitory envious for a time. Some simple poems have all made the memory of youth.

when she was young, I always wanted to conceive a fairy tale for her to understand. But how many years have passed, but I have been unable to write. Teenagers' talents have gone with the years, but those once naive fantasies still appear in their minds from time to time, perhaps gentle or sealed.

Second

Because the mobile phone that has been used for many years is gradually showing fatigue, it is particularly important to back up the important numbers in the mobile phone. Nannan's number has been kept, and a short message from her has been kept, which I can't bear to delete. For a long time, because you want to keep short messages, you can't use the function of clearing short messages with one button, and you can only delete other short messages one by one.

"I'm sorry that my number changed but I never told you. How are you? I will remember you forever. " September 3, 28. I remember that I called a landline that year and got Nannan's new mobile phone number from her mother.

It's autumn in 2xx. I wonder how Nannan is doing. In fact, from more than ten years ago, there was little contact. Intermittent, but because there is always contact information, I feel that I am not far away. Thinking of this, I tried to send her a text message. This time, Nannan's number has not changed. So, I asked her for the qq number, and I was thinking that it might be more convenient to chat online in the internet age.

I'm glad to be able to chat with Nannan on the Internet and get along well with each other. From the pen talk in my childhood to the keyboard today, it seems like a lifetime ago. In fact, the people who confided in their boyhood entrusted many adolescent dreams and memories. Most of my friends in adolescence are submerged in the tide of the times, so there is no way to find them, and there is no need to find them. Anyway, all the things that should be remembered will be remembered.

The word pen pal may become a historical word in the last century, and it may be difficult for young people to understand the feelings between pen pals at that time. The story of pen pal should be cherished forever. Many details of the past came to my mind for a while, and I couldn't sleep in the depths of the night. I wonder if in a few decades, when people and hearts are idle, I will continue my childhood dream, that is, I want to write a fairy tale for Nannan. The name has long been thought of, and it is called "The Ant Nest Family", which is to write a legendary story of the ant family.

Maybe Nannan was already white-haired, wearing glasses and reading my fairy tales carefully in the shade of the courtyard in the afternoon. What a wonderful scene it would be.

I wrote Nannan several years ago, and this essay is the second one.

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It is a great pleasure for me to add Nan Nan from QQ to my WeChat. Once, I posted some photos on WeChat to prepare for a trip at Xiangtan High-speed Railway, and then she told me that she would leave Xiangtan North Station for Beijing on business in two hours. She was busy chatting with me all the way, which felt good.

I remember that she sent photos of her children in their infancy. In a blink of an eye, her child is already a slim beauty. Nannan doesn't know when he became fascinated with Chinese medicine, and he can cook some Chinese medicine ointments and pills by himself. Once, she directly asked me the address where I wanted to receive the express delivery. Directly sent me a box of tooth powder and a box of ziyun cream. My wife likes these ointments very much.

a bosom friend is rare in life. Life is hard to find an old beauty. Everyone has many imperfections, but after many experiences, we know that the scenery in our hearts is the most charming. The junior high school students in absolute beauty in those days are now over the age of no doubt. It's really touching to think about the wonder of time.

The square towel she embroidered is as neat as before, and the color is as new. Her stationery was not lost, and I numbered it for collection. Give away my books and keep my notebooks. So much so that I said that it is a high expression of emotional intelligence to be able to carefully preserve those letters. I don't know if my emotional intelligence is high. I'm thinking, the problem lies in different personal pursuits and purposes, which may be incomprehensible to others, but I think all this is necessary.

The change of the city has made us quickly away from many memories of young people. Only when we look back carefully will we find that those really pure initial intentions still remain in our hearts. Because I have you in my story and I am in your story.

It's not impossible to meet each other in the same city. Maybe it's better not to meet each other. Isn't it good enough to have such a tacit understanding? I don't know what she looks like now, but I still remember her appearance when she was in college. It's an angelic existence, for me.

I wrote Nan Nan (II) a few years ago, and this time I added several words to serve as (III).