A love letter not only expresses our tormented thoughts and infinite emotions in our hearts, but also engraves the beautiful youthful years of our past.

As time goes by, youth grows older. Maybe the stationery from back then has been thrown away, but what cannot be thrown away is the mood of youth.

Like a beautiful family like a flower, like the passage of time, looking back on the past, it is as misty as clouds and smoke, but the touching feeling deep in the memory, the wind is light and the clouds are light, still remains in my heart.

The luckiest thing in my life is meeting you in the most beautiful years.

Every road we have walked hand in hand will be the most beautiful scenery in our lives.

And the greatest happiness in my life is to grow old with you. When the sun rises over the mountain stream, I am not old, but you are still.

1. "Gu Cheng's Love Letter to Xie Ye" What a coincidence that was.

As soon as I walked out of the house, the wind closed the door.

The door was locked and I couldn't get in without the key.

I suddenly became angry, angry with all Shanghainese people.

I went to find my father and told him: I want to leave, right away, back to Beijing.

My father was very angry and said, "Let's go."

I didn't see you when I bought the ticket. Logically speaking, we should be very close because our seats are right next to each other.

Did I see you when the train was moving?

When I talk to others, I seem to be avoiding a space, a cool tree.

When you arrived at Nanjing Station, someone else occupied your seat. You didn't say anything, just stood next to me.

I suddenly became strange. Maybe I wanted to stand up, but then I sat down again.

I begin to feel you, the tiny strands of hair flowing on the back of your neck.

I took out my drawing brush and drew an old man and a child, a couple, and a young man from a chemical factory sitting opposite me with a gloomy face.

I drew everyone around you, but I didn’t draw you.

I think you are so dazzling that I can't stop looking at you.

You smile at people and speak Shanghainese.

I feel that the people around you are all your relatives, your sister, your grandma or your brother, I can't figure it out.

At night, everyone went to sleep, but you didn't sleep next to me.

I can't remember how we started talking. I just remember that you answered in clear Beijing dialect. Your eyes were big and beautiful, and they were as deep as a school of fish in a dream. There was a metallic brilliance on the line of your nose and the corners of your mouth.

I didn't know what to say, so I read poems to you, talked about movies, and talked about distant childhood events.

You look at me and answer me, there is an echo with every step you take.

I completely forgot that just a few hours ago we were strangers and could not even exchange a polite hello.

Now I can listen to your voice, walk into your voice through the thin world, and your eyes keep returning to this moment. I am still looking at the lightest hair on the back of your neck.

As the train walked, it entered the morning, and the sun rose brightly over the Haihe River.

I seemed to wake up, I stood, I know that I am losing at this moment, and in a while you will become an illusion of eternal life.

You are still laughing, and I am angry with you. I know that there is a you living and growing in the world who is more real than me.

I took out a piece of paper and wrote down my address.

When the train arrives, you slowly pack your luggage and walk to both sides. I give you the address and get off the train.

2. "Dream-Chasing Love Letter" If the sky is in love, the sky will also grow old. The melancholy of old love is like a dream, and there is nowhere to pursue it when you wake up.

Do you just exist in my dreams like this?

If so, why is it so clearly engraved in my mind, as if you have always been by my side, beating with my pulse.

If not, why is it shrouded in my dreams like a fog?

In the dream, I chased you barefoot in your direction, and you stood not far away and smiled at me. However, the road you pointed out to me was too long, too long, and my hands could not touch your warmth.

fingertip.

So, every time the flowers bloom and fall, and the sun and the moon change, my hands have never been warm.

Oh, was it in a dream?

The blue sky, the faint grass, the soft wind, the shallow smile, the distant mountains with light mist floating away, you gently hold me in your arms, what a cool poetry it is.

The sun shines brightly through the forest tops, smiling at us. The clear spring around us beats with shining notes.

I would rather immerse myself in this beautiful picture, lean against you quietly, and pray that I will never wake up from this dream.

Am I dancing?

In the grass where the fragrance of flowers overflowed and butterflies spread their wings, I raised my arms, closed my eyes, and spun, spun, and spun again, as if I was about to turn into a butterfly and fly away.

what about you?

Are you looking at me with a smile from a distance, are you afraid that I will fly away?

Why are the red candles lit again?

Oh, it must be the night in a dream, planting a colorful tree of light, the flame candle is a ripe fruit, trembling orange-red on the tree of light.

We sat looking at each other, with heart-shaped candlelight flashing in our eyes, and the goblet filled with amber liquid. The smile on my lips and in my eyes was a gentle and infinite flower blooming in my heart, rippling and lingering.

, Infinite meaning, Infinite meaning.

And you?

Why do you only stare at me and never say a word?

But I know, you are so happy, right?

Is it time to say goodbye again at a station crowded with people?

You and I hugged each other tightly again. In the vast night sky behind us, meteors fell like rain, lighting up the night sky and the tears on my face.