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A small envelope is still very backward in that communication equipment. It is not as developed as it is now, and mobile phones are still rare in the world. It has become the only dependent tool for us to contact our feelings, the infinite emotion in my heart is all pinned on that small stamp, letting it carry our joy and sadness to the distance we miss. In those long days, I waited for it to return from other places with excitement and delight. On a silent afternoon, it burst into a beautiful flower in our hearts, permeated with warmth and touch. Every word and every word in the letter, light as water, but rich as wine, full of deep feelings. The pure and snowy friendship in the letter always gives people a long aftertaste now. Although we also have the feeling of leaving our hometown for a long time, and we have been spending half of our time recently, fortunately, we don’t have the helplessness that Jiang Jie wants to send colorful notes and ruler, and the mountain is long and the water is wide to know where it is. My sister is ten years older than me. When she first went out to work, I was only in the third grade of primary school. When I was a child, I had the best relationship with my elder sister. Every time I received a personal letter from her hometown, I was so happy that I couldn’t write many words, I was always happy to put a letter full of pinyin into my parents’ letter and bring it to her. Most of them missed her very much and asked her to pay attention to her health. If she wished her a smooth job, even such a vague and inarticulate greeting letter would move her in a mess. My elder sister grew up in my grandma’s home since she was a child, and she had more love for my grandpa and grandma than her parents. So although both my grandpa and grandma were illiterate, even my eldest uncle didn’t go to school because he was naughty and playful when he was young, I don’t know many of them, but my sister still writes to them. When I went to my grandma’s house to live in summer vacation, I became their substitute for reading and writing. I read, and my grandma listened. Sometimes when she met words I didn’t know, she had to think out of thin air and guess by sentence. The reply was written by my grandma while she was talking about me. As a result, I always wrote one or two letter scroll with my extremely careful efforts. It is better to think about it than to draw a circle, or how many words are omitted here. Until I grew up slowly, I made several pen friends in that wandering era. Pen pal, as the name implies, is a friend who communicates with letters and pens, and even has never seen him. In fact, there is no need. Such a kind of friend is just sending the heart which has nowhere to tell to a person who is willing to listen through the pen tip drawing paper. I just went out to work far away from my hometown, and after work, I didn’t have the entertainment equipments which were all available, TV and computer. At that time, the only thing that could kill sleepless time before going to bed was the small radio which was particularly popular at that time. Quite cheap, ten yuan each. When you open it, you can hear a lot of information, such as big things, small things and current events, one machine is in hand, and you are in control. Lying on the bed at a quiet night, accompanied by nostalgic and sentimental light music and the sweet voice of the announcer, I also talked to comfort those sorrows in other places. I still remember in a trance that there is a program called blue envelope, in which most of the information is about making friends with young people who work outside. Sometimes when you turn to that channel, you will listen quietly for a while. It was also caused by curiosity, so I wrote a letter to the program group with the mentality of trying. After a long time, I really couldn’t remember the content of the letter, but I didn’t expect it to be broadcast, unfortunately, I didn’t hear it by myself, or I would not sleep all night. A few days later, I really received the letter, and I could imagine the excitement. Then I kept connecting back and forth, or talking about the annoyance and happiness of my own work, or talking about life, exclaim the bitterness and happiness of life. Now that program should no longer exist. If there is, I think it will be changed to some dating hotline or something like that. After leaving the city where I worked before, those so-called pen friends gradually broke off the news and stopped going back and forth. In fact, there are many advantages in communicating emotions in the form of letters. Telling each other without any hurry, writing by heart, don’t care too much about whether the clothes and shoes are poor, whether the hair is messy, don’t worry about being embarrassed and ashamed because of saying something wrong. Compared with the current mobile phone radiation, it does harm to health. I think the letter contact at that time was absolutely green and environmentally friendly. Now, mobile phones have been popularized to even teenage children, and the letter paper has gradually become a past tense. The telephone saved us the time of waiting anxiously, but also wiped out the deep friendship that could only be conveyed in many letters. The society is advancing and the times are developing. Of course, we should also follow the pace of the times to move forward, but the progress is too fast, so those gutter oil, dyed pepper, fake eggs, clenbuine, it also appeared soon, followed by a swarm of people. At the same time of material renewal, communication and contact are convenient. I only hope that morality and emotion should keep up with the pace of rapid progress, and do not replace them under the drive of interests. The letter once stopped at a certain light spot, leaving mottled traces on the track of history. Although that little bond connecting feelings has gone away, it has been recorded and preserved by the years and deeply buried in our beautiful memories. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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