Again remind of the lead mountain county that girl wang jing.

Ten years ago, my mood was like yesterday's gloomy sky, without a trace of color or heat. Yes, all my peers are married and married, leaving me alone, like a red sorghum forgotten to harvest after autumn, crying sadly and painfully alone in an empty field.

My letters are like snowflakes. Jing is a friend of mine. She comforted me. Static words are very good, powerful and excellent in writing. I especially like reading thoughtful publications such as Reader.

I like girls with ideas and culture from the bottom of my heart. Therefore, I have more and more correspondence with Jing. Jing told about his love affair with the monitor in high school. The monitor is excellent, tall and kind to her. They study together, walk together and discuss knowledge together. Students all envy them and say that they are a match made in heaven. However, one summer afternoon, Jing walked by a pit and chatted with the monitor. Inadvertently, she heard a child's urgent cry for help. The monitor immediately rushed to the scene of the accident, and the child was saved. Her monitor never came back.

In those days, she lost weight in Lacrimosa and began to have headaches every day. Her grades dropped rapidly, so she had to drop out of school and stay at home. Later, when she was better, she stopped studying again and went to learn to be a tailor.

I told her my opinion, and I opposed the hasty marriage of young men and women in rural areas. I said that as a young man in the new era, I should have the right to boldly pursue love. I don't want to enter the marriage made by my parents' matchmaker, because my heart is broken in my parents' quarrel. Jing expressed support for my idea. I sent my novel to Jing and asked her to copy it for me again. Jing Xinran agreed.

Jing said that she likes my works very much, and she is looking forward to seeing my articles in the newspaper every day, cutting them out one by one and reading them carefully in her notebook.

Later, we sent photos to each other. The static figure in the photo is tall and slim, and a pair of phoenix eyes on the rectangular face are smart and bright. Jing said I was handsome, too, which was her impression of him in the future.

Love is natural. Therefore, I look forward to a quiet letter every day. In those days, the sun was shining warmly, flowers were blooming enthusiastically and birds were singing happily.

Unconsciously, I have been in contact with Jing for more than a year, and Jing also knitted me a warm scarf, which made me feel particularly warm in the winter of that year.

But some days, quiet letters suddenly disappeared, so I quickly wrote to ask her if there was any problem. Or have you ever had any trouble in your life? Jing said that her parents were busy arranging objects for her. She disagreed, saying that she already had a sweetheart. Her parents strongly disagreed because she had a mentally retarded brother. ...

I quickly wrote to comfort her, saying that one's fate should be in one's own hands, and the pursuit of happy love and marriage is everyone's right given by law.

However, that spring, it kept raining, and the sky was as gloomy as a terrible monster's face.

Due to the muddy road, the mail didn't come for several days. I go to see it every day, but I always hope it will go away and return disappointed. I was depressed and didn't say a word all day.

Finally, after half a month, the road was much easier, and three long-awaited urgent letters were received.

I can't bear to open it, but I have to. I am very careful. I'm very upset.

After reading only a few words, I felt as if I had been stabbed with a knife. I said calmly, Ringo, my good brother, when you received this letter, I was engaged and my heart was dying. I don't want my sighing parents to sigh and frown for my brother's marriage. I wanted God to decide your love for me. I wrote you two letters in a row. If you insist on loving me, I will really betray my parents and be an out-and-out unfilial girl. But where have you been these days? brothers ...

My tears are like rain. I hate this damn weather, and I hate this irresponsible postman. There was no telephone in the village at that time, but everything could not be started again.

Later, I wrote several letters to Jing and called once or twice. Jing said she was married. She said that there is no love or no love in rural marriage, and many rural girls can't control their own destiny. ...

After more than ten years, I also found my soul mate, but I think God is always fair. Maybe Jing will have a pair of smart and beautiful children, as lovely, excellent and kind as her.