Affection on yellowed greeting cards
Li Zhong is a junior in Tongji University School of Civil Engineering. Last week, he came across a Christmas card in Kierkegaard's book "Either or" borrowed from the school library. The greeting card has turned yellow, but the handwriting on it is still clear.
Judging from the words on the greeting card, it was written by a girl named Ting to a boy named Zhen. The card says that the card you sent me last year is still with me, and everything you wrote to me is with me. I chose this card specially for you. I just want you to be happy every day. Remember that there is a little me in your life. I really like you. The signing time of greeting cards stays at 65438+February 65438+September 2002.
On the other side of the greeting card, Tingting wrote another paragraph to Zhen: My thoughts about you are always so subtle, as dark as the sunset behind you and the breeze, but if one day you wander in the boundless cold wind, I will call you with these little things buried deep in my heart.
I was very excited when I saw this card. At that time, the internet was not popular, so greeting cards were all handwritten and the handwriting was very beautiful. When I opened it, I felt nostalgic. Li Zhong told reporters that 10 years ago, when he came across this card, he had a discussion with his classmates. This book is kept in a special library in our school for storing used books. This book should be seldom borrowed. I think this is the reason why this card has been kept for ten years without being found! Li Zhong said.
Three days later, under the reminder of my classmates, I posted the contents of this card on Weibo, trying to find Ting and Zhen on the card. All Tongji alumni helped find this girl named Ting, and wrote a Christmas card to the boy named Zhen on June 5438+February 65438+September 2002! Li Zhong wrote in Weibo.
Netizen relay forwarding
Hey, is that you?
To Li Zhong's surprise, this Weibo was immediately forwarded in large numbers. This is clearly the Tongji version of Love Letter, grateful for the subtle warmth in this winter. It turns out that in addition to books, there are stories left by every reader intentionally or unintentionally in the library. Maybe it was more sad at that time, but after ten years, the rest is romance. Many netizens said that they were very moved. Those wonderful times and emotions enriched our lives and memories!
More netizens are infected by the beauty of the era of handwritten love letters. When forwarding this Weibo, they wrote that all love letters are deleted by clicking the delete button. A piece of black and white light, really heavy. 10 years is really fast. Almighty Weibo, find them!
At that time, some netizens speculated on this story. A netizen named ipqnojug speculated that maybe the girl gave the book to the boy, and the boy foolishly thought he would help him return the book, so he missed the greeting card.
Another netizen, Uncle Hugue, who is suspected to have just seen The Fantasy Drifting of Pi, speculated that it was another possibility: on the sixth floor of the school library one winter afternoon ten years ago, the girl had learned that the boy she had secretly loved for a long time would appear there every Thursday afternoon. She summoned up the courage to go to the boy's desk, put down the card like a deer in her heart, blushed and fled, and turned away. The boy just glanced at the card, put it in the book, and didn't look at it again until he returned it. Which of these two stories do you prefer to believe?
Li Zhong said that he and his classmates speculated that according to the content, this card should be given by a girl to her boyfriend who loved her deeply after breaking up. Maybe you don't have the courage to send it after writing it?
After this Weibo was issued, Tongji alumni who studied at Tongji University in 2002 also surfaced and forwarded it to people they knew, asking, Hey, was that you then? Weibo, the official of Tongji University Alumni Association, also forwarded this Weibo, and its staff said that many people were actually remembering the innocent memories of that year through this Weibo. Therefore, we prefer to keep this wonderful memory here rather than find these two people.
In this constant forwarding, Li Zhong, a junior boy, has many feelings: he didn't know how to fall in love when he was young, but many things have changed since he matured. Actually, we didn't expect to find these two people through Weibo. I just want to share this nostalgic and romantic feeling with you. Li Zhong said that he would put this card back in the book. I think it will be beautiful to let it lie quietly in the book.
An anonymous love letter
It's the day of flying flowers in September, and it's getting cool. The autumn wind swept from time to time, lifting the skirts of pedestrians. I wrapped myself in a thin coat, but I felt colder. In fact, my heart is cold!
Suddenly, the wailing of the flute sounded in the cold night sky, and I suddenly remembered your figure, the one I wanted to touch in my memory but never faded.
Remember when I asked you: Can you play the flute? You lift your hair and say gracefully, I can blow a little.
When did you start learning? Can you play a tune? I was very excited.
I started learning it in high school. I can buy my own flute, books and play. you said
I woke up and said, it's that simple? I also want to buy a flute and learn to play it myself.
Soon I really bought a book and a flute, and I learned to play it myself. Now every time I see a flute, I think of that party. You said you could play the flute!
It's been a few years, and it's time to learn to play, but my roommate said that I didn't play well, and I wanted to cry like a wolf. I think I really didn't learn to play because I didn't have you to teach me.
You are a melancholy prodigal son. Yes, I can see from your eyes and your thin face that you have a melancholy, evasive and elegant expression.
Someone once asked me: What kind of boy do you like?
I replied: I like introverted and melancholy boys, and I hate those arrogant and conceited boys. In fact, I often ask myself whether I like you because of depression or because you like depression!
Your expression is bleak and lonely, like a poet wandering around with his guitar on his back, twisting his poems from time to time and singing softly what others don't understand. Yes, others don't understand, even I can't figure you out. I can only guess through the wall why Xiuzhu is so sad! Although I can't understand the reason, I can feel your feelings, because I am often troubled by inexplicable sadness.
You like to write poetry. I didn't write much at first, but now I try to write, although it's not as good as yours.
Your pen name is Ruoshui, and others say it looks like a girl's name. I think so too. I often wonder, why did you name it Ruoshui?
Water, pure Ming Ze, wants nothing, but it should be melancholy. Life often hates water that grows in the East.
I think there should be a river near your home. You may have grown up in the water. If your heart is still, you will see ordinary dust like clouds, but you are too far away, but your face is shrouded in clouds and you can't see your true colors clearly.
I don't know when I began to like you. Perhaps from that day on, you said sadly: There are not many really pure things now, and even fewer people really love literature. Still that long sigh and melancholy eyes, lonely and desolate!
The days to come will be the days when you abuse yourself! I obviously like you, but I pretend to be indifferent and indifferent. Obviously I have a good impression on you, but I say to myself that I just appreciate it, not like it! I hate it every time you turn your back on me. Are you avoiding me on purpose? So I also learned to turn my back on you, but when I turned away from you, my heart was aching, for fear that you would never understand.
The book I read the most is A Dream of Red Mansions. My most pitiful character is the crimson pearl fairy in the book. The crimson pearl grass is a gratitude to Shenying Ganlu, hoping to return it in tears in the afterlife. Dreams are shattered, tears are exhausted, and infatuation is lost with the fragrance of counties, while sad songs only make viewers cry.
The weak body is made of tears, and every time I sing Daiyu's funeral oration, it attracts infinite sadness. Do you still remember my song "Leng Yue Buries Flowers"?
gentle breeze
Unable to erase
Tears of her lovesickness last night.
Small dewdrop
Pour her constant love.
Love that bay of clear water alone
Han Yin distance
Only a few feet, feet, inches away.
But let her see through the autumn waters.
Hope to break youth.
The shape is broken, the color is faded, and the flowers are withered.
I must make the snow fly!
That first kiss
Last Embrace
Instantaneous tenderness
The first love letter
Dear wife:
We will be together for 50 months in a few days, and it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't written you a love letter for so long. I used to spend almost every day together and say everything with my mouth open. I never thought about writing any love letters. Now that we are far apart, I can no longer see your true and satisfied smile that day, leaving me with only long thoughts.
Now I know that it is so difficult to miss someone, and it really feels very long. Every day, I think of the time we spent together. We cried, laughed and owned together. Although we can't be together now, our thoughts have never changed. Sometimes, I wonder whether it is worthwhile for two people to wait so hard, whether it is worthwhile, whether it will be rewarding if they pay, and whether everyone is equally sincere about love. I try not to think about you, try to reduce my attachment to you, and only miss you more. In front of others, I can be strong and even cold. But in front of you, I will never harden my heart. In the past, people said that my smile was always full of sunshine because it contained your laughter and happiness, but now I only have dark blue. Without you around, even my smile will be melancholy. It turns out that love not only gives people great happiness, but also requires the same pain.
I really want to go back. I can hold you, watch your coquettish expression holding my hand and listen to your sweet laughter ... We cook together. Although the rice tastes not good, you still like it. I like someone to help me wash clothes and dishes every day, hiding behind a book, listening to music and enjoying the rare leisure and laziness. Every time you get angry, you turn around like a child, giving me only a back, and I have to nag with my immortal tongue for a long time until you laugh. Do you know that?/You know what? What attracts me most is not your looks or your beautiful eyes, but your smile, sweet satisfaction and innocence, which makes people feel the warmth of the sun. Seeing you, no matter how bad my mood is, I will turn from cloudy to sunny, because with you, I can live freely without any disguise, and I can no longer pay attention to those mundane trifles.
Although we can't meet now, I know that we are all thinking about each other and have the happiest happiness. Honey, you know what? Whether I am with you or we miss each other, it is the most romantic thing for me!
Honey, I love you! !
dexter
A romantic love letter
Maybe, in the eyes of others, even my family, she and I are not suitable. My education is almost poor. I'm a graduate student. She just graduated from a vocational high school. I don't care about this. What I want is a wife to live with, not a diploma. What does it matter if I am sincere and happy? Maybe it's luck. A car accident put me on the operating table twice. Before the second hospitalization, I told her that the oral fracture can be repaired after this operation, but the deaf left ear may never be heard. I am learning a foreign language, which may affect my employment. You are still young, so you should discuss it with your family. I support any decision you make. I don't care, she said with tears. My heart warmed up, but I still said: don't make a decision in a hurry, think about it. It was Sunday night. Monday is the first day after I went back to Beijing to rent a house for illness. I waited for her call, but there was no news. The next day, she and her mother came to see me and brought some money, saying that they would leave me in hospital. I was moved again. However, that was the last time I saw her before the operation. I understand her decision, and I am speechless. Everyone has different values, I understand, and I have no regrets. So, in the great physical pain of the operation, I experienced another spiritual baptism. After all, I have gone through the most difficult time, and I am proud of my strength. After leaving the hospital, I went to her house for the last time, thanking her family for helping me with my illness and ending our affairs. Before, I promised to write her a love letter, but I was too busy to write it. Finally, the time in the hospital is not busy, so I wrote the following sentence, which is the epitaph of this love. When winter comes, everything seems to be cold and numb. Even the days when you walked hand in hand on Chang 'an Avenue in the sun have become extraordinarily distant and rigid, and become a permanent memory. I sat in a corner of the hospital, trying to remember what happened between us in the past few months to comfort the happiness and sadness in the dark.
When I open my eyes, I see your smiling face. You whispered to me with a cup of hot milk: drink quickly, you are a patient. However, I can vaguely see the tears in your eyes. I can't bear to see your smiling face with tears, so I quickly closed my eyes after the operation to get inner peace. But at present, you are still in my arms, let me wipe the tears on my face and cry emotionally, because I heard about my illness. My heart ached again, and I fell asleep in pity. In my dream, I once again pushed my car out of the Lama Temple with you and walked arm in arm with you in Wangfujing Church. I woke up in pain from my dream and secretly prayed that my memory would pass away. Let me forget the Olympic events in summer and the smell of McDonald's M. In the physical pain after the operation, I just want a peace of mind, however, this has become a luxury.
Missing is a kind of unspeakable pain, like a knife hidden in a corner, which often pricks a bleeding wound in the dark. I stand alone in this bloody world without you, as if I were standing in an empty wilderness without anyone. The world is far away from me, and everything in the past has become a sleeping memory.
Fortunately, the gurgling water of time will make all the pain and memory indifferent. The haze gradually dissipated in the winter sunshine, and four months of happiness slowly cooled down and condensed into warm memories in my heart. Like an altar of wine, hidden in the depths of memory, sealed up, motionless, waiting for years to turn it into alcohol bit by bit.
When I bid farewell to the past, I suddenly remembered my promise to write you a love letter, so I picked up a pen and wrote those words on it, which proved my honesty.