I miss the emotional beauty of letters
I miss the emotional beauty of letters. We all know that letters are a way of communication between people. In the past, when communication was underdeveloped, it was most important. I can be happy for several days when I received a letter. Let's read the emotional beauty of letters with me. I hope you like it.
I miss the emotional beauty of letters. 1
I suddenly want to write a letter. I want to lift my pen and pour out my heart on the letter paper as before, and then walk to the post office to send it to friends far away. When I think about it, now a phone call reaches all directions, an e-mail travels far and wide in an instant, and a mobile phone message or WeChat suddenly flies across the world. Writing letters has become redundant and backward, and it smells pedantic and stubborn. If my friends receive my letter, they will be very surprised and think I have a mental illness.
count by fingers. I haven't written a letter for more than ten years, and I've never received a letter in these years. Letters, which have existed in our lives for thousands of years, have made us look forward to it day and night. Let us read them carefully day and night, and let us look at each other's world from afar. After computers and mobile phones have become our new favorites, letters have quietly moved away from life and become increasingly blurred in our memories.
when I was young, I always thought that letters were a wonderful and strange toy. At that time, the postman often rode his bike to the primary school in his hometown. He took out a thick stack of newspapers and letters from the green pouch and handed them to the teacher. Before class, the teacher came to the classroom with textbooks in his left armpit and letters in his hands. He looked at the words on the envelope and said, "Zhang Jiajun, this is a letter from Beijing. It's for your father. Take it home." This letter belongs to Wang Qinye. Er Lei, your home is closest to his, so drop it off for him after school. Haitao Xue is the west neighbor of the small shop. Who is close to his home? "
The letters with stamps and red stamps were distributed to us. We become little messengers and send them to the recipient's home after school.
My neighbor's thin mother-in-law's son works in other provinces. I brought most of her son's letters home from school. The thin mother-in-law is illiterate, sitting on the wooden stool with her eyes overflowing and expecting me to read the letter. I tore open the envelope and read it word for word. When I read "I'm all right, I'm five pounds fatter than before", her face showed a look of joy.
once, when I read "I had appendicitis last week and had an operation", my thin mother-in-law's heart beat like a drum, her eyebrows frowned, and her face was covered with gloomy clouds, chanting: "How did this child get appendicitis, and I don't know if it hurts ..."
I continued reading "After the operation, I eat two pills a day. Mom, don't worry about me. " The thin mother-in-law gradually stretched her brow after listening. I looked at her changing expression and thought that these letters were magical toys, which affected people's emotions.
After I entered junior high school, letters became a beautiful seed in my heart. At that time, I was 13 or 14 years old, and I loved painting things and writing things. Once I carefully copied my composition on stationery, and then put it in an envelope to contribute to newspapers and magazines. The post office is on the street of the township, which is eight or nine miles away from our school. After school, I rode my bike to the post office with a contribution letter in my arms, spent a dollar to buy a stamp and put it on the envelope, and then stuffed the letter into the green mailbox. Soon, my composition turned into type and printed in the newspaper, which brought me a burst of joy. From then on, I thought that it was a comfort to read what I wrote, a pleasure to be read, and a great happiness to be read. Whenever I put a letter of submission into the mailbox, I always feel like sowing a seed of a dream in my heart. As long as I water it hard and care for it with love, my dream will sprout, grow up and blossom.
I sat quietly recalling a letter I wrote recently and found that it was fourteen years ago. I wrote that letter to my classmate Zhao Weidong. He and I were classmates in primary school, and we were inseparable at school. Later, we went to junior high school together, although we were not assigned to the same class, but we were in the same dormitory. We are like brothers, and we talk about everything. He dropped out of school in the second grade of junior high school and went to Xi 'an to learn car maintenance with his brother. He left school. I sent him to the school gate that day and looked at his thin back and shed tears. He sent me a letter in his first week in Xi 'an, encouraging me to study hard. Once he wrote that he and his brother were going to move to Urumqi, Xinjiang, so I wrote him that letter. Since then, we have no correspondence, and I haven't seen him for more than ten years.
In the rush away time, some people will drift away from us and some things will be forgotten by us. We will lose some friends and meet some people. Those letters that once entrusted our family and friendship, and those that carried our glory and dreams, are filled with inscriptions like monuments and stand on the road of life we have traveled. Miss the emotional beauty of letters 2
When I started to write down the title, my heart felt a sour taste. Letters and I have felt like a lifetime ago. Although I receive several letters from my e-mail box every day, I also receive brown paper envelopes from the postman at regular intervals-either by draft notice or sample publication, but these so-called "letters" have lost their meaning as letters, and I don't call them letters in my mind.
An undercurrent often surges in my mind, often thinking of generate. I miss those days of letters, the era of letters that really belongs to me.
if you move a small chair, you may make a good cup of tea, which is light and light. Then, I took the letter handed by the postman, and the envelope with my name written on it, even played with it. Look at the lower right corner of the envelope, of course, to see who sent it to me-of course, sometimes you don't have to stay, and you will know who it is as soon as you drop your eyes. At this time, his or her voice and smile have already flashed from his or her mind, and he or she will remember the happy or sad days that belong to us. Then, slowly tear open the envelope seal. Tear it carefully, for fear of breaking the envelope, but also for fear of hurting the affection sent by friends.
drinking tea, savoring the fragrance of tea, and slowly unfolding the letter, slowly enjoying every word. Keep your eyes on it for fear of missing a word. The taste of reading letters is just like drinking a cup of tea, sometimes it is fragrant and sometimes it is bitter. Delicious when fragrant, tears when bitter. Finally, look at the back of the letter paper, and maybe you can read some hints. Some draw a small picture to add fun, and some write a riddle for you to guess for a long time.
at this time, your idea of writing back will be ready to move. Sometimes I hurriedly took the writing paper (the writing paper is exquisite, colorful and plain, depending on who you reply to and how you feel, so what kind of writing paper you choose), and I scribbled and wrote in one go, quite like Cao Zijian's heroic spirit of writing. Sometimes, when I leave the letter for a few days and look at it again, I don't understand it. At this time, I start writing, and I am quite disciplined. After I finish writing, I read it myself. It really feels like a sincere and beautiful article. Anyway, when you reply, it feels like you are talking to someone, face to face. Maybe it's full of pride, maybe it's affectionate.
once a letter is written, it is put into an envelope, and the font on the envelope must be selected. I'm not used to always using one font, especially the "addressee" column. I will write another font according to my feelings, such as "address" in regular script and "addressee's name" in official script. And the signature in the lower right corner, it must be your own signature cursive script. Carefully sealed the envelope and rushed to the post office without stopping. If the letter was sealed in the evening, it had to wait until the next morning. At this time, I was afraid that I would forget it, so I solemnly wrote the word "send the letter" on the clipboard. In this way, I will go to bed and sleep peacefully. When the temporary letter enters the mailbox, I will take it out and see if I have written everything. It really smells like "the fear of re-emergence is endless, and pedestrians will open it again". When the letter entered the mailbox, I heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, another hope has grown up-when can I receive a reply?
On several weekends, I turned off my computer, turned off my mobile phone, shut myself in my study and dug out a large bag of my letters-more than 4 miles. Then, I sat on the floor, looking at one letter after another, savoring the happiness that my dear relatives and friends passed on to me and enjoying a happiness that really belongs to me. When I moved twice, my lover said to me, "What's the use of leaving these letters? It is better to throw them all away. " I stopped her and said, "This is my real treasure." I know, she doesn't know the weight of letters.
Correspondence is the real emotional communication between people, and it is also the strength to straighten one's back. "after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold" is a caring heart; "When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building", which is a beautiful love; "Hometown book office, wildgeese, homing to Loyang" is a feeling of homesickness. Many letters of Mr. Lu Xun have inspired the growth of countless revolutionary youth; Fu Lei wrote a letter to cultivate a proud son; The correspondence between Zhang Haidi and Shi Tiesheng encouraged each other and wrote their own strong life. We feel the warmth of letters and absorb the endless power of letters.
However, the spirit of letters seems to be going away from us ...
With the development of society, the emotional communication between people seems to be accelerating. Even if a phone call or an E-mail is thousands of miles away, many problems can be solved, and it is difficult to find the living space of letters.
I'm not a retro person. I have a calm mind to accept E-mail, but I still miss the era of letters that really belong to me and my friends.