My blue confidante

Inadvertently, I missed a lot of things, such as childhood playmates, hazy and naive first love, and people who once loved and loved themselves deeply. Despite our efforts, we still lost many friends who needed to communicate, sad feelings and green trees and red flowers around us. ...

After a lost wandering, a gorgeous rainbow appeared in front of me, and the brightest meteor rose in my heart. Glad I didn't miss you? -my confidante.

Do you remember? One day I said to you, can you play a plum-framed "Out of the Window" for me? As a result, I received your private chat, and it was still the familiar and a little sad song. I tell you, I especially like this song and its artistic conception, so I have your song. You played songs for me all night that night.

The days with you are a little less lonely and a little less lonely. When you leave, you hang up the "window" again, just like the lovers who are about to leave are telling their infinite thoughts.

So, I have had your company for a long time. Every time we meet and leave, that sad song will ring in my ear. More often, I think you are singing for me.

""I came to your window again tonight. How lovely your shadow is on the curtain. I have loved you silently for so many years, and I will leave tomorrow. If I don't come back, let the moon stay outside your window ... "Imagine that you are the moon guarding me outside the window.

In this way, I began to get used to listening to this melodious music every day. The feeling you give me excites me, and I can't help opening my heart for you. From friends around me, talking about each other's families, from the helplessness of reality to the troubles in my heart, from my own work to the complexity of society ... I heard the language in my heart from the tapping of the keyboard and deeply felt the gentle and considerate you in the distance.

I'm sure you can feel it, but you don't want to cherish this relationship. We maintain this relationship carefully, afraid of hurting each other a little. Love and being loved are fragile. Accustomed to your company, your greetings and concern, the days without you seem so long, and the nights without you seem so horrible.

Every lonely day, I will think of you for no reason, and then comfort myself in endless waiting. I want to hold your hand when I am afraid of helplessness, but where are the acacia leaves floating in the wind?

Maybe you are tired, maybe you wake up, and you start to hate this feeling on the Internet and get tired of this distance that can never be together. Did you meet through the internet? This is a topic that I can never face, because I am timid by nature, or because of the traditional ideas in my bones, I am afraid of hurting more people. Don't you feel that we all ignore a lot of reality because of the hypocrisy of the Internet? We need the people we love and the happiness we cherish now. Yes, what ability do we have to change everything?

The reality is ruthless, and we have no choice. I ask myself repeatedly, what do I think I love you, and how can I love you? I'm trying to find the answer. ...

Missing is eternal. Many times when you came to see me, I saw your back, but my eyes were blurred.

Have you ever heard of an emotion called the sixth emotion, like a friend, but with more concern than a friend? Like a lover but not as vulgar as a lover; Like a lover, there is more space than a lover; Like relatives, he has fewer responsibilities than relatives. When you are happy, when you are sad and painful, he will always be the first to share it with you and share it for you. This kind of person is called Lan Yan's bosom friend. I hope you will never fade in my heart!

Thank you, an online friend.

Maybe we are thousands of miles apart, maybe we live next to each other, maybe it was you who just passed me by … I don't want to explore who you are in life, I only know that in the online world, we are bosom friends.

Everyone says that the online world is virtual, but there are real me and real you in this virtual world, and they become bosom friends who know each other and cherish each other. In fact, the virtual network world also has a real side, at least we can release our true emotions here.

Online friends, we don't need to meet, or even watch each other on video. I don't want to know whether you are handsome or not, and you don't have to care whether I am beautiful or not. We are walking in our own life trajectories and will never intersect. Leave some room for imagination for each other, so that the appearance of each other will always be a lovely mystery.

We seldom chat, and we don't need too many languages to communicate with each other. We just like to visit each other in space, leaving deep and shallow traces. A lovely expression is enough to send warmth to your heart and mine. In real life, a sincere greeting is worth a thousand words.

With you as my confidant on the Internet, my heart will not be lonely. When my mind is tired, I can take a nap in your space. After reading your diary, I will feel that the sun will rise tomorrow and life is still so beautiful.

Online friends are also concerned, but they don't have to deliberately light up their avatars for each other. As long as you can see each other's latest news in space, you will feel comforted.

When I walk into the space, I am used to seeing if there are any traces you have stepped on, whether it is "flowers" or words, it is a joy to me. I am also used to seeing if there is an updated diary in your space, and whether your mood is sunny or rainy today. All my concerns are concentrated in one comment.

We also have some superficial likes for our online friends. To be exact, we should appreciate each other's words, like warm words, do not involve feelings and never go beyond friendship, and never let secular love desecrate the meaning of friends.

Network confidant, so far concerned about you, so silently concerned about you. I will give you joy when I am happy and encourage you when I am frustrated. I don't need anything in return, I don't need gratitude, I just need sincere mutual appreciation.

Network confidant, pure friendship, thank you!

You are my bosom friend.

For three years in junior high school, you worked as my front desk for two years. For two years, I kicked countless pairs of pants, but you stood up and patted * * * and smiled. You often roll up your sleeves and show me the scratches I left on your hands. I have no conscience to reply to you: "You deserve it!" "You just turned away helplessly and continued to struggle in the ocean of problems. Occasionally, if you can't solve a math problem, I will poke you in the back with a pen. If you ignore me, my feet will be kicked mercilessly, and you will never be angry and answer my questions.

Sometimes I really think you are so stupid. Most boys in this period take pleasure in bullying girls, and you are the one who is bullied by girls. Because of this, you left a very good, kind and honest impression in my heart, just like my big brother next door. In fact, many times, I want to say to you, "Would you like to be my brother?" Although you won't stand up for me when other boys bully me, and you won't comfort me when I cry, I still have a good impression on you, because I know we were all too young and immature at that time. If you really do the so-called hero to save the United States, the final result will only attract countless rumors.

Friendship is not like love. In love, you can fall in love at first sight, but friendship takes time to brew and is the foundation of emotion, even if that kind of emotion is only a little affection.

After graduating from junior high school, our friendship really began. Maybe from then on, your position in my heart began to rise from an ordinary male classmate to a friend. After the results of the senior high school entrance examination came out, I was admitted to the best local school with a satisfactory result. At this time, I finally got up the courage to confess like a boy who had a crush on me for three years, and that boy turned me down very politely. I like someone for the first time, and this way is over. I urgently need to find an outlet for my soul to vent. I chose you unconsciously. I tell you all my little thoughts and every subtle feeling. I am a person who doesn't like to hide too many secrets. It feels much more comfortable to say it. You have become my "bosom sister", persuading me bit by bit and taking me out of this matter. I am very grateful to you, really! I will never forget the sentence you once said: "I am your trash can." If you don't want anything, pour it on me and I will accept it all. " This is not a romantic little love story between lovers, but it touched me in a big mess!

Later, I told you a lot of my little secrets one by one, and you kept them from anyone. It is you who broke my vigilance and distrust of boys and let me know that boys can share secrets.

In high school, we were still in the same school, but we didn't have the fate of the same class. There are many students in the same class and school, but many of them go further and further, and even become strangers. Is this the so-called indifference? Fortunately, instead of estrangement, we have become closer. Several people who seemed to be at odds before formed a small group, and Saturday night was almost our party time. Invite a few former classmates, sit by the river, kick the water, count the stars, and then listen to your sarcasm and say that I am naive, stupid, fat and short. I'm not as angry as before, just smiling and laughing. These unpleasant words have become the most comfortable words, embellishing my boring high school life.

In the eyes of others, I am just an ordinary friend, and sometimes I even meet him at school because there are many people around me. We just smiled at each other, but it was warm enough for me!

I once asked you, who am I? You told me: "You are my very good friend!" You may not know how touched I am when I hear this sentence. I want to say to you: "Thank you!"

Walking on the long school road, listening to the song "Ten Years" from the loudspeaker.

I didn't know you ten years ago. You don't belong to me. We are still with a stranger. Ten years later, we are still friends and can still say hello. I believe that we will sing like the song, "Ten years later, we are still friends and can still greet each other!"

Maybe many years later, we will struggle in different places, but I will always remember what you said: "Friends are lifelong!" " "