Hello!

It's always a life, always a journey, always in a hurry, leaving no trace. If the years only follow the spring breeze, how unwilling I am, but after that reunion, I understand that friendship lasts forever.

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I have never missed you so much. This is a retrospective exhibition without direction. Memory is like a fallen leaf, swaying in the wind from nowhere, and then freezing silently in a distant and unfamiliar village. Late at night blurs time and space, dreams and reality, but it will never blur the pure friendship between you and me.

Time flies, thinking of the past, we are still ignorant teenagers. You came to my house on New Year's Day. Already friends and partners. I walk on the ridge with you, chasing and playing in the fields with streams. At that time, an artificial river was being built, and we headed for our destination with a lost heart. Because at night, the dying hongxia on the edge of the sky is set off like a blooming azalea on the mud-piled mountain fort, burning all over the mountains. I ran up and down two hills with you and had a good time.

The memory is buried so deeply, who buried the past years. I always ignored the meeting the other day, probably because I grew up. Although it is close at hand, it seems to be thousands of miles away. Poor convergence, I'm sorry, it caused suspicion, and finally I was really reunited with you at my brother's house that day. I summon up unprecedented courage to invite you upstairs to play computer games. It is also the beginning of my happy day in the new year. No wonder friends are precious. I think you are like-minded people and have come a long way with me. There may be a lot of bitterness and misunderstanding, but more is mutual progress and mutual compensation.

Today is the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Why don't years let me spend more time with you? See you again soon, this is the last day. I began to complain about the scattered leisure every minute. We have only been together for four short days, but we seem to have been intimately integrated. You always obey my wishes, but you look upright. On the night of parting, we still kicked around and handed each other coke cans. Alas, although childhood is like the afterglow of a candle, it warms our hearts. This reunion should have revised our friendship. Next is a long wait, waiting for the next year, waiting for the reunion in the next year. ......

Miss you. Want to cry, even if you laugh, it is a wry smile. With bitter thoughts, with longing and yearning for the future, but also with melancholy for the years. The drizzle is particularly desolate and lonely. I miss my heart again. So I raised my dream again and worked hard, just for the moment of reunion.

I shouted loudly, but there was only the jingle of piano rhyme and the rustling wind, and you were nowhere to be seen.

Everything is a song.

I thought that in the journey of life, we would not meet at the intersection. It happened that in this summer, we met in a strange post station in this ancient city.

1 1: 58, No.2144 train from Wuhan to Qingdao arrives at Zibo Station two minutes ahead of schedule, and the train stops in Zibo for five minutes. With the friendly announcement of the train conductor, my friends in the same trade focused on me, and everyone seemed to be in a much more anxious mood than me. A pair of mysterious eyes are waiting to witness this historic meeting. This kind of look makes me a little uncomfortable, who has been calm all the time. After all, it is the first time to meet a net friend, and it is at such a time, such an occasion, such a way … I really don't know what kind of embarrassing scene it will be to turn around and wait for myself.

The train stopped, the door opened, and a heat wave came head on. The midday sun stung my eyes. I ran my hand through my messy hair and got out of the car. The whole body is surrounded by white light, which makes me feel that there is nowhere to hide. Not finding the eyes that greeted me, I began to search on the platform. At this moment, a tall figure came running to this side. Although I didn't see his face completely, I know I can confirm that I was moved by such a scene. At that moment, I suddenly felt the five-minute rush that I had never experienced with my heart, so I began to understand the meaning of this short five minutes to human life with my heart.

I once imagined in my mind that I would meet netizens in a crowded street and they passed by. I thought it would be a person who missed it and looked back and saw the figure that had been ups and downs in the dream disappear into the sea of people, so I printed the figure that quietly turned back in my mind ... and this running figure in front of me is like a beautiful picture painted with sincerity, rendering the enthusiasm and romance of this midsummer season in my heart.

In the face of this number, my heart is open and my eyes are beginning to become calm. At the moment when we smiled at each other, I found that his forehead was covered with sweat, so I didn't immediately take out the hand tightly held by his broad palm, but dragged him to the shade under the platform ... Everything seemed so natural, without any embarrassment or formality.

He is thinner than I expected, and the confidence in his brow reminds me of the ID card he gave me. That's the photo he showed me. To tell the truth, because of the special requirements of ID card photos, I am most afraid to look at them in my life. So, he handed me his ID card, and I didn't dare to look at it at all. I didn't even have a chance to check my real age, so I threw it into the garbage basket. However, I have been thinking in my heart: a person who dares to show his ID card to netizens is a little personality or a little self-confidence. Later, whether in QQ, his unique way of greeting and farewell, or in websites and forums, his unique comments on my articles confirmed my feelings. Therefore, his eyes didn't surprise me. On the contrary, through those eyes, I felt a kind, sincere and frank heart, as bright as crystal.

Time flies in the silent gaze. Under the scorching sun, in full view, there is always a heroic sadness when we meet for 5 minutes. I thought there would be a lot of comments when I met, and I would have a chance to make up for some regrets when I chatted. I want to thank him personally for his guidance and evaluation of my article. I want to ask him: Why did you help me revise the article "Pursuing Trust" when my ideas were different? However, at that moment, he stood beside me, but I have to admit that these words should always be treasured in my heart.

The train started slowly, and through the glass window, I watched the figure on the platform gradually blur, and the familiar melody floated in my ear: You once told me that meeting is a song, eyes are the sea of spring, and youth is the green river; It will be a song, accompanied by you and me, with a young grandson at heart, sincere and lively. You once told me that meeting is a song, the road to tomorrow, and missing is the fire of life. Meeting is a song, the singer is you and me, and the heart is an eternal string, firm and persistent. ...

Melody slowly swings in my heart, and my thoughts drift with the notes. I can't remember which philosopher once said: there is only one living planet in the vast universe, and it is so rare to be a member of this planet! How accidental it is to be in a country and a city with another life on this planet! And we can get to know each other among hundreds of millions of people on the internet, which itself hides an unpredictable mystery. When we met, we should cherish such an unexpected encounter! Perhaps this is what people call luck.

Therefore, whether there is fate or not, I am full of gratitude for fate from the bottom of my heart for this short encounter on the journey of life. Through this meeting, I think I will have a new understanding of online dating, and I will also reflect on whether I was open-minded in communicating with friends online before. Meeting is a song, singing this song, walking in the network, swimming in the long river of life, my mood is very bright!

-the dividing line is an exception.

Meet in the dark sea

Starting from Hangzhou, we took a long-distance bus, passed Shaoxing and Ningbo eastward, and then crossed the sea by ferry. We came to Zhoushan city.

Zhoushan, located in the northeast of Zhejiang Province, consists of 1390 islands with more than 600 inhabited islands. One of the most famous is Mount Putuo, one of the four famous Buddhist mountains in China. Zhoushan Archipelago has a strong Buddhist culture, with both mountain and sea scenery and island folk customs.

There are ten of us, old friends and new friends. Just a Zhoushan native, he said Zhoushan used to be a fishing village, and it was very patriarchal. The traditional custom is that women can't eat on the stage or go out to sea on fishing boats. After marriage, she doesn't even have her own name, so she can only be called' Sister X' with her husband's surname. A boy in the room joked, "That's not bad. There are duplicate names in some places." If the husband's surname is Hong and the wife's surname is Hong, isn't it called' tomato' after marriage? "Laugh us to death. Ask Xiao Qin to know that the boy's name is Jueming, and he is a friend who is widely in Hangzhou. His eyes are bent when he smiles and his teeth are neat and white.

Guang introduced us to many local specialties. I like fried crabs, which are frozen crabs soaked in salt water. Dipped in vinegar, it tastes delicious, similar to the frozen crab eaten in chaozhou people. Xiao Qin, on the other hand, loves to eat mud snails, which are raw and soaked in salt, vinegar and wine. People who taste it for the first time will find it fishy. Just say that the mud snail used to soak in a boy's urine, which scared everyone to stop eating it. Only Xiao Qin and I have the courage to try.

The most interesting thing is rice fish. It is said that rice fish is bigger than sharks, so local residents cut it into pieces and stored it in rice jars, hence the name. After giving birth to a boy, fishermen will dry the rice fish and put them in a rice jar, just like' Daughter Red' in Shaoxing. Just say that when he 15 years old, he ate a plate of wild rice floating, eating a small piece every day for a whole year. Since then, I have been 30 years old, and I have never stopped getting acne, and I am not afraid of the cold. Several other boys blinked and said, blood gas is so strong that there may be other sequelae that haven't happened. That we couldn't help laughing when we saw the pimples on our bare faces.

The night light took us to stay on lover's island. Lover island, located in Zhujiajian Island Island Town, is a good place for vacation and leisure. Summer is crowded and winter is quiet. Guang once spent a very romantic holiday here with his girlfriend, so we strongly recommend it.

You need to cross a 100-meter-long wooden suspension bridge to reach lover island. When people walk on it, they stagger. Under the bridge, the waves beat against the rocks. At high tide at night, water will overflow the bridge deck. It is said that when a typhoon comes, the whole suspension bridge will turn over, just like twisting a twist. There is a restaurant floating on the sea and three villas facing the sea.

The promenade outside the villa faces east. If on a summer night, about three or five friends sit on the porch drinking and chatting all night until the stars curtain call and the clouds open, it is really a great pleasure in life. Standing on the balcony of the room, below the pine forest, there is an endless sea view of 180 degrees. With the faint sound of the tide coming from the ear, people can temporarily escape from the noisy city life, relax and enjoy peace.

Walk along the sea-watching plank road during the day and walk around the island for about 40 minutes. In addition to the necessary roads and houses, the design of the island tries to maintain the original ecological environment. The mountain is covered with sword, pittosporum and pine trees, and dozens of white rabbits are grazing in the grass, which is full of wild interest. Walking along the path in the forest, birds kept singing, and we saw a squirrel as big as a teapot.

Along the way, Chueh-ming's cell phone text messages kept ringing, and Xiao Qin jokingly said, "Did your girlfriend inspect the post again? Why not bring her to play with us? " He smiled and didn't answer.

At dinner, I talked about watching the sunrise with my ex-girlfriend on the rocks by the sea, which aroused everyone's interest. They all vowed to watch the sunrise the next day. Sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, you wake us up by knocking on the door. My roommate Xiao Qin struggled to turn around and picked up the watch. "God, it's only 4: 30, so I won't go." Then I turned over and fell asleep again. I put on a yellow trench coat, a red hat and gloves, carefully closed the door and stood in the corridor. Chueh-ming looked at me, showing his white teeth. Come on, little red riding hood, it seems that it's just the two of us.

Walking out of the warm villa, the cold wind is refreshing. It was dark all around and the stars in the sky were shining. After walking a dozen steps along the path, we seemed to be surrounded by darkness, and only the lights in the corridor behind the house were faintly visible among the trees.

Chueh-hui Ming Dow said, "Why don't you go hand in hand? I point a lighter in front to lead the way. "

I nodded, suddenly realizing that he couldn't see, and quickly said, "OK."

I put my left hand forward, he fumbled for my hand, and the other hand lit a lighter. I walked behind him in the dim light, and I could feel his hand through the gloves, warm and powerful. The wind keeps blowing out the flames, and it takes only a few minutes to walk in the dark for twenty minutes during the day.

He held my hand tightly all the way and kept reminding me of the steps and corners ahead. Along the path through the Woods, down the steps, across the suspension bridge, we came to the rocks by the sea. Sitting on the stone bench, he gently released my hand. We are silent, don't know what to say, facing the dark sea, listening to the sea hitting the rocks and turning into waves and flowers.

Suddenly, he pointed up: Look, the Big Dipper. Looking up, you can clearly see the question mark formed by seven particularly dazzling stars in the sky. I said, "Let me sing you a song."

"The stars in the sky, why crowded like a crowd? Why are people on the ground as far away as the stars? Ah ... "Chueh-ming hummed my song and said," Ah, Chyi Yu's' answer'. "

Then we talked about music and movies and found that everyone's preferences were so similar. We talked about the sweetness and elegance of the secret garden, the mystery and strangeness of Ingmar, every line of Chongqing forest and Spanish love songs in the mood for love. We talked about the joys of childhood and the troubles in real life, completely forgetting the cold and past of time.

At the same time, we saw some meteors flash by. The first time I saw a meteor, I really realized what' fleeting' meant, and I didn't have time to make a wish. Later, I simply folded my hands, looked up at the starry sky and kept saying my wish, waiting for the meteor to cross the sky. I didn't know until I read the newspaper the next day that there was a Gemini meteor shower that night.

An hour later, we were wondering why Chueh-ming hadn't remembered that the last time he saw the sunrise was in summer, and it was dark. It seems that the winter sun is going to sleep late. I said, whether it's wrong or not, let's see the meteor. It's such a beautiful night, isn't it? Jueming looked at me, her eyes bright in the dark. Yes, I really should thank the light.

Near dawn, clouds gather, covering all the stars, leaving only the brightest morning star. The eastern sky began to turn red, and the clouds all over the sky reflected Zhao Hui and turned into colorful light. Chueh-ming stood up and watched the sun rise slowly from the sea. Suddenly, he said, what did you just wish for? He didn't look back at me, as if he were asking about the vast ocean and sky.

I didn't answer, just said: Have you ever heard Zhang Qingfang sing "Accident"? It is based on Xu Zhimo's poetry spectrum.

"I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected on your heart. You don't have to be surprised, let alone happy, and disappear in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea. You have your own, I have my own direction. If you remember, you'd better forget the light emitted at this intersection. "