A few days ago in the past the bookcase pulls out a bag plastic bag sealed things, open look, turned out to be a lot of fine stationery, cartoon pattern, with the little flowers, a color modification, separated by long time still exudes a touch of fragrance. Once those bird Pianfei years, suddenly came to the eyes.

It is the young spring sweater thin, blowing in the wind, the clouds in the laugh, you played me side by side. The boys and girls first awakening interest in the opposite sex, hairy heart like the dandelion, pompon like blossom. The class began to pop the colored paper, printed with flower and grass animal, the most popular is the star of the handsome photos, exquisite like portrait, Shashi good-looking. We often get together on paper fold, thousand cranes, peach heart, pagodas and so on. High grade school brother, schoolmates can fold a fresh style, pass by him ( her ) to the classroom, we will be slowed down, learn a few hands.

For male and female students association, the school was very strict, but after all the " spring breeze can't lock ", I have to help others to pass the letters: sitting in the back of an old, above the lips with fine hairs, tall and thin, shy to handle hidden in the pocket, vague talk frivolously said for a long time, finally draws out a " Penguin ", he must make mine told me into her hand. See my smile, his face to the ear. She received my letter and transmitted, moment blushed to the ear. She used a thin blade, the seal of the letter one point one points to open. She secretly hid it in a drawer, or pressure in the textbooks below, then again out of view, a blushing softly smile.

Those written in exquisite stationery secret! When the petals leave the flower, leaf left branches, to preserve, is in the memory of fragrant flowers, leaves, fresh, and traces of love. Yes, not all love can fall in the right place at the right time, not all love can accomplish a section of love. However, many years later, when she was in the Yellow Pages found in this letter, when she is in the unique handwriting in slice read once the story, his heart will be touched?

Such a beautiful mood! What is time, away from our lives? Now, there are many people write love letter -- more accurately, there are many people write letters?

Today we, not empty or no mood, sitting at the desk spend an hour, to write a letter. I have letters, as well as faces printed, vaguely feel a little familiar, more is inexplicable. He can delete the memory, gently a bit can eliminate the affection, is the face of the machine and the cold keyboard. The complex of the fast-paced world, if there is one, is willing to sit down and write a real be possible to touch the letters?

When I suddenly face these inadvertently through out the memory, I suddenly discovered, Bluebird Pianfei, away from previous years; and take away, is still retained in the heart of a pure and persistence!