It’s my first anniversary, and I’ve always wanted to find time to record my thoughts in words, but I can’t find the time to write. Put off again and again.

Meeting is fate. You and I met here, just sitting in the text, sipping a cup of tea, picking a flower, and listening to a piece of music. From then on, I fell in love with words, fell in love, and continued the relationship of building dreams with words.

When I get up every morning, reading tweets is the first thing I do. Occasionally leave a comment, but always there. Browse briefly first, then read carefully, read about Teacher Jiang's maturity, read about Xiaonan's feelings, read about the romance of the fragrant ancient ink, read about the elegance of the brocade, read about the kindness of Perilla leaves, read about Cheng Cheng's love for life, read The well-written story of Street Lamp, the cleverness of reading Fang Shui, the sharp writing of Mad Concubine... Read all the beauty in the world. I will read the text over and over again, think about it over and over again, think about it over and over again, thinking about her state of mind, thinking about her face, thinking about her eyes and smile, thinking about the years we have walked together in the Internet, thinking about being together I feel the beautiful days of life amidst the laughter and wind, and my heart is filled with excitement.

Some people are destined to be hidden deep in the corners of your heart;

Some things are destined to be shown over and over again in your memory and recalled over and over again.

An ordinary woman like me, facing a screen without warmth and warmth, doesn’t know how to greet others. She just chats, but gains warm friendship. Every message and comment is made in winter. Flowers fill my heart with fragrance. I marvel at how time has given me so much emotion and love.

Cherish the unexpected encounters between you and me, thank you! I know that my life experience is too simple, and I can’t write any profound words. I just want to express what I want to express. I regard this as a spiritual diary. I am grateful to the people and events that have intersected with me and given us rich content and records. , so that the river of memory will be rippling in the future, so that your old body can glide in the boat!