Xiao Ou's Letters and Talks

，：     ，，🤓，， I really love your way of writing books, but I don't have enough child experience to vote for you, but I really love this feeling of slowing down in the fast-paced life. Few people are willing to calm down and listen to other people's stories, or even write a reply. After all, here, I will always love a sentence: "Handwritten letters, a luxury product of this era." I often marvel at the beauty of life, but I also often complain about the unfairness of life. But even so, the good things outweigh the complaints. The clouds are different every day, not to mention you and me. I only hope that we can struggle hard even if we are in the quagmire, because someone is looking forward to it. The following chapters are all nonsense jotted down at that time.                       ""    ""？ That day you suddenly asked me what love is? So I couldn't sleep because I didn't know what love was. I once tried to write down my views on love. I wrote and wrote, revised and revised, and overturned my theory again and again. I once thought that love was a test without an answer, and you could do whatever you wanted. But I forgot that there is still secular world in this world. Even if I wrote all the answers I thought, there is no single answer to love. In this case, I learned to let myself go, but I found that I still couldn't do it, because the love without an answer had long taken root in my heart and grown a root system. If I wanted to let it be completely destroyed, it would have to be uprooted. Love is never about how long we have known each other or how long I have liked you. Some people may just take a glance and decide that that is the person I want to cherish for the rest of my life. But some people can only be friends for a lifetime even if they accompany him through ups and downs. Love is the most difficult thing to understand in this world. There is no answer, no analysis, and no definition. It can transcend everything! So this world is also born because of love! Fang Qi once said this: "Love is when you look at me, all the starlight penetrates my heart, and I bet there are no bullets in your gun." Love is always beautiful. If the heaviness this love brings to you is far greater than the beauty it brings to you, then this love is destined to be fruitless. Maybe there was a moment when he or she really loved you, but it was only that moment! Why do people say relieved? Is he or she really relieved? Of course not. After all, it is impossible to let go of someone you once loved. Even if you are a fish, you will still have seven seconds of memory. Love should never be a shackle for us. It should be something that when we look back, we will sigh, I was very happy during that time. Love because of love! Love has many forms. Love is the silent but great action of father. Love is the nagging of mother all the time, just to make you happy. Love is the hug and companionship of a friend who understands your unspoken grievances! Love is always unequal. In the end, parents' love may turn into a child who wants to support but refuses to be loved. However, love is also equal, because everyone has the right to be loved and loved. Love is never a verbal I love you, nor is it a benefit that can be measured by money. Love is something you show in your actions. Love is the moment when I feel wronged, you understand my pretense of being strong, and the moment when we embrace each other in silence. I have thought about it a lot, but after all, I don't know what specific words to use to describe this luxurious and insignificant word love. You also often lament that when you are in love, you often say "I love you" on your lips, but as we have been together for a long time, you hear the words "I love you" less and less, and even the perfunctory words become boring. I think maybe the phrase "I love you" is my repeated confirmation again and again that you are mine and that you love me. But I never knew what the love that I confirmed repeatedly was. Perhaps at that moment, the love I confirm is the sense of security that you are so sure of. As time goes by, I no longer keep saying I love you, because now I am extremely sure that you love me. Maybe the love at this moment is me teasing you and pampering you. So I thought about it and finally told you, you asked me what love is. Love is an incomparable sense of security, a sense of happiness around you, and an irreplaceable sense accumulated bit by bit. It's the satisfaction of being by your side. Love is the moment when I walk towards you firmly, and the second when you hide in my arms. To put it simply, love is you 💞 (Personal opinion only) 2. The hydrogen balloon my roommate bought and floated on my bedside The balloon beside the bed floated for a long time, as if there was nothing special about it, and it seemed like it was always where it should be. But tonight I suddenly looked up and saw the floating balloon, and the images from the past suddenly came to my mind. When I was a child, I had to pester my mother for a long time to buy a hydrogen balloon, but now buying a hydrogen balloon is as easy as buying a bottle of water. I remember crying for a long time that night when I was a kid and the hydrogen balloon my mother bought flew away. I went out and looked up at the sky and the telephone pole in the distance. I asked my father, "Is that my balloon? Is it entangled in that telephone pole? It must be it?" Dad didn't answer! I just said, it's time to go home, your mother ordered dinner. From that day on, as long as I went home and finished my homework, I would stare at the building that looked so much like my balloon and start to stare in a daze from morning to night. It looks like a lighthouse at night, making it look even more like my balloon! At that time, I naively thought: "It's so close. Can I use a stick to rescue it? I really like my hydrogen balloon? That's the balloon that I pestered my mother for a long time to buy. Because it flew away without holding it, I can never find it again!" I asked my father many times. I said, look, that one really looks like my balloon. Do you think it just flew there and got entangled? Dad still didn't answer, just said: "It's time to eat, stop looking!" But where did my balloon go? I have never bought a hydrogen balloon since then because I was afraid of it flying away again! Why I still like to look up at airplanes✈️ I remember it was my birthday, and my father called me mysteriously and said: "Come out and see, I will give you a gift🎁. I was so happy that I walked out of the small door of the rental house excitedly. Dad said, look up and see what it is, that is the gift I gave you, an airplane with glitter✈️! I smiled helplessly and said it's awesome!" Suddenly I missed those days, renting a small house, watching the starry sky at night, climbing on the threshold to do my homework when I didn't have the key. When I was tired from playing, I lay on the threshold and fell asleep, waiting for my parents to come home. After having the key, I was alone, burning a kang in the evening, cooking instant noodles at sunset, and waiting until my parents said at night, "Hurry up and open the door, I'm back." Have you eaten yet? I'll cook whatever you want to eat! Ordinary but shining days. Add some more, It seems that I have been used to being alone since I was a child. I am used to being quiet when I am alone. I do not refuse others to enter my life, but I also accept their departure. I enjoy being alone and quiet. But at that moment when I got emotional, I quite wished there was someone by my side. My parents bickered throughout my childhood, which was okay because they both loved me. But I always feel that I am broken, and I never feel that I will be loved well. Maybe I don't have the ability to love someone. I worry about gains and losses, I have random thoughts, and I will even stop talking for a day and throw things! ! ! So maybe I'm worthy, but I don't feel that way. It takes a lot of effort for someone who loves me, how hard it is! So I never expect a person to stay with me in my world for long, but I will always remember the time he spent with me! The time in the rental house was broken and in pieces, but now I think back on that time and I am very happy! But I can never go back. Memories eventually become memories, but fortunately they are beautiful! Let's move forward, I can't stay stuck in memories!""                            ，，， According to available records, the concept of "Spring Festival" first appeared in China's Yin and Shang Dynasties. At that time, there would be official activities to worship gods and ancestors at the beginning and end of the year. By the early years of the Western Zhou Dynasty, there had been an annual custom of celebrating the harvest and worshiping ancestors at the turn of the old and new years, which can be considered the prototype of the "year". The Spring Festival has a very long history. It was called "Zai" in Yao's time, "Sui" in Xia Dynasty, "Si" in Shang Dynasty and "Nian" in Zhou Dynasty. When did such a grand and promising festival lose its original beauty? Looking back at the taste of the past New Year, the eager anticipation of the children, the careful preparations of the adults, the reunion dinner on the table, the chatter by the fire, the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, the children who have not seen them for a long time can finally go home, and the parents' smiles, everything is so beautiful, so the New Year has always been synonymous with all the good things. The lyrics of a song go like this: "If you have money but no money, go home to celebrate the New Year." Yes, if you have money but no money, go home to celebrate the New Year. This is the day that many wanderers look forward to most at the end of the year. Meeting their parents once a year has become a three-year meeting because of the unexpected epidemic. The Chinese New Year is no longer just a Chinese New Year, it is a nostalgia that only belongs to wanderers. What is it that makes the flavor of the New Year become weaker and weaker? I don't have an answer either! I recently saw a copy like this: "When parents are alive, there is still a way back in life. When parents are gone, this world is just a temporary parasitic place." As we grow up, our parents are getting older and older. Perhaps what they are looking forward to is the New Year. Not for the excitement or anything, just for the few pitiful few days when their children can go home and accompany them. It seems that the biggest significance of the New Year now is to allow left-behind children and empty-nesters to enjoy a short moment of reunion. But three years of epidemic... Even the last thoughts are gone. Maybe this is one of the reasons why people don't want to celebrate the New Year. How many people have lost their true love during the three-year epidemic! I understand better that while my parents are still alive, there is still a destination in life. Looking back at the Spring Festival Gala in the past, people were happy, skits, and funny quotes are still widely circulated. Now look at the Spring Festival Gala now. You can guess all the procedures and program effects without watching the Spring Festival Gala. The most memorable one is the sentence: "It's time to make dumplings." So the question is? Is the lost flavor of the year just the flavor of the year? What is lost is not only the taste of the year, but also a kind of commemoration, a kind of regret, and youth and years that can never be found again! Once the flavor of the year is lost, it is difficult to get it back, just like a piece of wood that has rotted from the inside and cannot be restored even if you try hard! Because people's mentality towards the New Year is completely different.                                                                                                                                                                            I have written some inappropriate words, but these are just ordinary nonsense, can you guess who I am? [Fn = 26] [fn = 26] There are no gorgeous words, and maybe there are inappropriate expressions, but this is my perception of life. Your letters are life, a life that slows down. Go and listen to more stories, I look forward to you writing better stories. Treasure, be happy, love life, and never lose your youthful spirit and dreams of being in the world. The pen in your hand is like a sword in your hand. Hold the handle tightly and write your own world.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            . The autumn wind rustles, and I pray to protect my body.

I think the story of the letter needs to be read by someone, maybe it can be read with a human voice...