Reading | Best Writing Friends

Author:Banyue talk about new media Time:2022.06.25

In the first three months, I went to the library every day. In those days, I really realized the extraordinary magic of the text -it helped people to completely throw the pain.

At first, I read it heartlessly, books, magazines, and newspapers, and turned it over. I feel tediously put down, if you can make your eyes lighter, find a place to sit and read. But at night, listening to the snoring of the bedroom classmate, I still wiped my tears secretly. The heart is really painful. Lost, frustration, sorrow, grievances ...

In retrospect, the pain at that time was really not as big as heaven. It was only young, which enlarged the first setback in life.

It was painful pain in the admission of the college entrance examination.

In 1991, I referred to the college entrance examination in 1991. It was the only lucky one of the liberal arts students in the countryside. But finally got the admission notice, but it was a technical secondary school.

It is said that the school's previous life was arsenal, so the location was relatively remote. In fact, the school's scenery is good, surrounded by mountains, and there is a reservoir. It was just that I was dark at that time, and everything was difficult to enter. At the beginning of the school, I was unwilling to get close to my classmates. I was alone in the library to get close to the text, which became a magic weapon to dilute the pain.

After dinner, I went to the library again. When looking at the magazine randomly, the three words jumped into the eyes- "Find a pen friend". I swept my eyes alone, and a name called "Lu Hezheng" made me stop for a long time. "Bin" stands on "Bin", what does it read? I immediately checked the dictionary.赟: The meaning of beautiful.

Lu Heyi, should be the father's surname Lu, the mother's surname He? I guess. There is also a girl from the name of the name, which is very beautiful and as beautiful as the name. I decided to write a letter to Lu Heyi, who was far away in Zhejiang, and made a pen friend.

What is the first letter written to a pen friend? I can't remember, but I haven't forgotten a few details. For example, the address and name on the envelope, I quietly "showed one hand", using Lishu; the self -made font between the letter or the script and the script of the script. The stamp is not the common one that can be bought in the school shop, but picks up a commemorative stamp from my philateral album -I don't want the letter to be kneaded into a trash can after being read. Go and go back. I want to receive a reply.

A week later, I received a reply. Moreover, Lu He's writing is really beautiful.

Since then, Lu He, who studied on the banks of Xizi Lake and at the Zhoushan Islands, became a pen friend.

I complained to Lu He, who had never met, and talked about the distress and losses caused by my college entrance examination. After receiving her warm comfort, I immediately felt the spring flowers.

I was born in Xiaoshan Village in the middle of Hunan. I haven't even seen the train before the age of 20, not to mention the vast lake and the sea. Lu Heyi depicts me in her hometown of Zhoushan Islands, and the vast vast floating in front of me. She also called for me for the sea: Come on, the sea leaps, Tian Gao will fly ...

But the direction of my life suddenly turned.

First of all, he participated in the campaign and soon became the monitor; then, he pulled up the school literature club and served as the editor -in -chief of the school. He also handled the staff configuration of the school radio station, and set up the Student Union Office of the Student Union under the principal ... In just two years, except for the first three months, the rest of the time had never been false. When I left school, I have determined the direction of going to the SAR.

During this period, the friendship on paper made by pen friends was precious. When I fell, it gave my soul comfort; when I was embarrassed, it knocked on the side to urge me to wake up; when I ran, it also shared my joy. These, my pen friend Lu Heyi did it.

When I read a junior high school, I actually have another "pen friend".

There is a girl who has a classmate with my high school but has never said a word. It was my best buddies who had a crush on their love and public love, and studied at Hunan Normal University under Yuelu Mountain. Buddy went to study in Cuban County, and saw both of us in Changsha, so he asked me to take care of her. But how do you take care of it? She is not a 3 -year -old baby. Otherwise, write a few letters to send a warmth. However, communication is not like a face -to -face chat, and it is silent. To write, you have to write a taste. The girl was admitted to the university, but I only read a junior high school, so I was inferior. I was worried that the level of writing was too low to be seen by her, so every time I wrote, I had high standards and strict requirements on myself, and strived to play over the level.

We didn't say anything in my classmate, and she was unsmiling in the impression. And I received a reply, I couldn't help laughing. On the paper, she was a hearty woman. Reading her letter, like the sun and squeezed a refreshing ice cream. The name of her letter was "Bingjing" -I know that this is not her real name, but a dedicated "pseudonym" to communicate with me. Perhaps because of the Chinese Department, Bingjing read many literary books. She loves Su Dongpo, commented on Zhang Ailing, and her words are flying, making me ashamed.

For a while, I sent a letter almost every week, either sent to Hangzhou or sent to Yuelu Mountain. In fact, take a while to take a road to Hunan Normal University. But writing a letter is even more fascinated by me.

Bingjing was also fond of writing. I just received a letter from her two mornings, and I received another one in the afternoon.

Later, I walked out of the campus to Shenzhen, and Bingjing also got married and had children. Later, when the text message was popular, she would communicate with her. It's really friendly pen friends.

In the past few years, an old classmate party, I told Bingjing that at the bottom of my hometown, she turned to her thick letter and read it like yesterday. Her eyes were red and speechless. The fastest and most ruthlessness of the world is time. Looking back, 30 years of Guangyin have passed. In the words that were entrusted in the postman, which fine branches and rows flowing were flowing? I regret that I only remember one or two. And my once best pen friend, "Lu He", where will it be now? I do n’t know if I have been middle -aged. If I have given a book again for Bingjing 8,000 kilometers away, can I still receive a reply?