Let‘s grow old and die young

My social media will only add real friends in reality. I never meet friends through the Internet. It is both a kind of self-protection and a kind of self-isolation from the virtual world. I need the warmth of real flesh and blood, not some human being put together by code. After all, we have known each other for more than half a year, right? I haven't figured out how to make friends with you, a code person, to keep each other warm. Just like after rain, a clear creek grows in the mountains, and flows slowly between the two pebbles in the virtual and real worlds.

At that time, we were not too familiar with each other. I participated in some community author treasure hunt activities, and put my two idols in the first two positions. The other is the starlight oozing from the distant Milky Way, which can only be seen from a distance, and you belong to the mortals who are here and can touch at any time, full of my favorite fireworks smell: a lemon sprinkled with sea salt, a corner rubbed with fans The focaccia of mary is a piece of dried tangerine peel that has been treasured for many years, and it is also a cup of spicy high-sugar milk tea. . . . Just like I can't refuse food, I can't refuse you to join my life, and then we naturally know the most real part of each other's life, and we don't even have an abrupt node, and we transition into family.

As the welfare of my family, I had the opportunity to see the photos in your book first, and I immediately began to quack and scream, everything was so hot, and Mary Sue was moved out. The cycling of Sichuan and Tibet back then and the self-made e-books today are very similar to what you would do. You always maintain an indifferent appearance on the surface, and sometimes you even have to laugh at yourself mercilessly to enjoy it, but what you are holding in your heart is a pot of boiling water, and steam is flowing in your body. It releases the otherwise riddled guts wrapped under the hello skin.

The reason why I followed you was because I read Song Dongye you wrote. At that time you didn't know me and I didn't know you either. You pick a topic with vision, then you're funny and outspoken, and...and then it's gone. Now that I have followed, what I always do is just watch your words silently, and feel that you are a wonderful person, but I still haven't thought about getting to know you. Although I also made a serious comment under Shen Congwen you wrote, and you replied to me very officially and politely, we don't seem to be friends anyway. Even if we meet at a community event and socialize with each other for a while, we still don't even get to know each other. Later, whether that Bible warmed up our friendship, I don't remember. But we can finally become a family, we should thank the ignorant child who was already your younger sister at that time, because she swam between us, first made me her sister, and let me become you. Sister, it seems so, right? Then we became a family inexplicably, and we got to know the second senior brother because of this. By the way, I am happy to find that the second senior brother is the best medicine for blowing water. We can laugh at Hong Xiuzhu together and make me laugh for a long time.

I spent a little time rereading a lot of your old articles. Of course, I was the first to find out about the Sichuan-Tibet cycling series. I also oppressed you as a sister, and kept urging you to finish the next few articles as soon as possible. , otherwise I'll send you a blade or something. I remember going to pick up the children on a winter night, I forgot to wear a thick coat, I waited outside the venue, and read your Sichuan-Tibet series in the cold wind. When I saw something funny, I couldn’t laugh out loud, but I was shaking with cold and enduring it. I laughed until the old branches were shaking, and the whole person was sifting through the chaff like a drug addiction. The parents who were waiting together must think that I was insane. Every day I read a lot of unpublished texts that make me look down on it, and your texts have always made me think that making a book is the best way out. The book is finally out. You and Xiao N also wrote the prefaces. Before the main course, you added two hot and surging appetizers, which made it even more mouth-watering! Sichuan should be the mainland province that I have been to the most besides Guangdong. The scenery of those plateaus in Sichuan is unrivaled, so your riding memory has an inexplicable intimacy to me. The most important thing is that riding Sichuan-Tibet is something I wanted to do but couldn't do, but my classmates really did it. I read what you wrote, and when I ride a dynamic ride myself, I can calm my inner madness and be a housewife with peace of mind.

You and I have had an argument about the Wang Xi incident, right? Thankfully, we didn't break down. I can rest assured to make friends with you, because apart from friendship, we will never develop extramarital affairs, sibling love or anything. I can reveal to you all my evil thoughts and my vitriol towards people without any cover, and you will always laugh with me after you hear it. I once said that if I do something wrong, you have to say it, don't just walk away silently. If at that moment, you have to leave, of course, I will not stop you.

The day before yesterday, I was chatting with Ximei, saying that we will live in a nursing home together when we grow old, and suddenly felt that it would be good if we could grow old and die young together. You guys are the tiny dust that jumps in the light when the sun shines into the study today, which makes me feel that living is a very real and very moving existence.