Still searching for her dream, I have never met her.
Author: シ微野ツ
The wind and rain fell, taking away a piece of dust, leaving behind a silence as dead as death. The distance between you and me is gradually getting farther and farther. We are like passengers on the bus together, from strangers to acquaintances and acquaintances. But when the bus arrives at the stop, we will get off and start the next journey of our lives.
Every time I go back to that strange and familiar alley, I think of you and the scene where I would always talk to you on the phone while walking every day. When I came to the place where I once lived, the scene of us chatting happily online came to my mind. When I was sad and sad, you comforted me. I recalled the scene when we met. At that time, I had been living in the fantasy of the Internet. At that time, we imagined how beautiful our future vision was.
The Internet is a platform for us to communicate and a place for us to get acquainted. Even if it is just the Internet, we are all so real without any hypocrisy. Think about it, it has been three years since we have known each other and been together for three years.
This strange city has added many habits to me. I still live a repetitive life every day. We have experienced too many different things. Maybe you have not walked the road I have walked, or maybe we have walked the same road. As for how much we have experienced, time will help us count it, but I have never forgotten you. I wonder if you have thought about me for a moment.
I remember how many times we said we wanted to play together, and I remember how many times I said I wanted to go to Anlong to see you, but it never happened. Recently, after arriving in the strange city of Guiyang, I got used to writing and writing diaries to express my mood and express my inner emotions. This may be considered a good habit.
I originally wanted to go to Hangzhou, which is known as "Heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below", but due to various factors, I came to Guiyang and worked here. I don't know when I will have the opportunity to go. This has also become a dream of mine.
Although we met on the Internet, we are such good friends. Although we have never met in person, we always miss each other and care about each other.
It's slightly cold in the early morning, the lights are dim, and my cold and hard hands are typing on the keyboard to write about our friendship. I have never written about you because my writing is so bad and I don't know how to express my inner emotions. But I still wrote today. Although my writing skills are poor and my emotional expression is not thorough enough, I still want to tell you what is in my heart, Xiaofang, I miss you. I don't know if you can read this diary, so let me express myself as if I was talking to myself.
——Zhi Xiaofang
Author: Yi Zhongze, Yi Qi
