January 11, 2007 15:39:43 Source: CYO Font Size: Large Medium Small Background Color
Just at that moment, I saw my wings fall into the sea. But the heart is so calm, without the slightest ripple, all without the legendary ups and downs surging. Perhaps, this is the most real ......
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The Internet is a very cool thing. I used to think so, I still do, and I always will.
I appointed myself a butterfly on the Internet and labeled the reason: I appreciate the beauty of the butterfly in the moment of breaking the cocoon, through the hardships of the end of the dream is complete, love and hate the heart of the self-knowledge, may all the best!
Just when I was flying free, I met Canghai on the Internet. Once, I made a post and he quickly followed up. His insights were insightful, his language subtle, and he appreciated the inner workings of my posts to the core. This made me notice the existence of this character. I replied and left my QQ and e-mail address, hoping to have a deep conversation with him. After all, there are few people in real life who make me look sideways so much.
Meeting him again, I received his "request to add as a friend" message, and gladly clicked on "agree", there is a kind of confidant meeting feeling, and his screen name let me have a kind of down-to-earth feeling, Canghai. I like to see the sea, but unfortunately, grow up so big, have not seen the real sea. Watching his avatar flashing up colorfully, I felt like flying on the sea like a real butterfly.
"Hello"
"Hello"
Hands were on the keyboard, but I didn't know what words to knock down. Too much closure had left me lacking the skills to communicate with others. It was he who broke the silence. We proceeded to talk about the article I had posted. Slowly, the conversation grew and my fingers flew across the keyboard. It was at that moment, too, that I burst into tears, not realizing I needed catharsis so badly. Too much self-packaging for too long to even feel what my heart really needed. Always numbing myself, accepting everything unconditionally, even when it goes against my nature. I try to let myself adapt to all this, let the passage of time to grind myself round and round, not a little angular. A faint smile always hangs at the corner of the mouth, no joy or sadness on the face. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
I usually seldom go online, and the Internet is also to look up information, posting, almost not involved in any "chat". QQ is also invisible login. I don't want people to know that I'm online. If my friends see my avatar light up, they will always send me their greetings. In a foreign country, this kind of care makes me feel warm, but I don't want to bring my own sorrow to them, so I only talk about some happy topics, just like what Andy Lau sang, "Taste the bitterness yourself and share the laughter with you". But life in a foreign country is really hard sometimes. Although I am strong in my bones and won't cry when I am homesick, I feel like an outsider in the unfamiliar surroundings. The strong dialect, the food that doesn't fit well, the different routines, all make me feel tired. But I kept all the disappointments and unhappiness to myself. When I called home, I reported the good news but not the bad. I can't let my family worry, now I have to take responsibility for myself and bear my own responsibility.
After I met Canghai, I still seldom went online. But when I did, I used to send a "hello" message to him, hoping to see his reply. But he's seldom there, which makes me feel relieved. I don't think much of people who hang out online all day long, and Internet addicts are frowned upon. And once he was online, the time I planned to spend online was much longer. Slowly, getting more and more familiar with each other, there is an illusion in my mind, as if he and I are more than just netizens. When chatting, I like to set the background as a purple butterfly flying on a piece of ocean. Canghai praised my choice of background. I was very pleased. A soft background like that gave me a sense of relaxation, and I was able to tap out everything I wanted to say, instead of just some abusive tones like I used to do.
One rainy afternoon, I was hiding in the computer room, looking up information for my major course, when I suddenly caught a glimpse of Canghai's avatar flashing. When I clicked on it, he sent me a URL, and when I clicked on it again, an azure blue color came into my eyes, a group of butterflies were wandering on the beach, and the sound of waves came from my headphones. Gradually a subtitle jumped out:
Legend has it that a butterfly can't fly through the ocean
Its wings are too thin
The power is too weak
It can't fly halfway
It will be exhausted
At this time on the screen, among that group of butterflies, there is only one purple butterfly that still flutters on the surface of the sea. The sound of the waves was getting louder and louder, and the purple butterfly had just flown to the center of the sea. The gusty winds rolled up the big waves and nearly dragged the purple butterfly to the bottom of the sea again and again. But the Purple Butterfly's wings still flapped tenaciously towards the other side of the ocean. The subtitles are shown again:
But for the sake of the other shore in her heart
The butterfly still chooses to fly
Not caring about the size of the wind and the waves
Only focusing on fluttering her wings
And the ocean was convinced by her
Calming the waves and smoothing out the winds
The butterfly flew over the ocean at last
Happy day
Happy day
When the rain falls outside the window, the rain is falling. p>
Rain outside the window, the heart is wet, a bear again and again, the tears in the eyes still flow down. I'm not sure if I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time, and I'm sure I've had a good time, and I've had a good time. But I have not, and do not dare to express it, always hide very deep, for themselves to find one reason after another. I wrapped myself up, tightly, the lack of sunlight, intuition makes me more terrified. I let the tears flow down like crazy, letting myself cathartic once more. The heart gradually brightened up, it turned out that I also arrived at the "cocoon" of the moment.
Looking at the screen fixed butterfly, my heart trembled lightly, a long time, I replied: Thank you very much! I have been working hard, trying to be happy, trying to meet my own requirements. Just sparred, waited, cried, laughed, loved, hated, opened the harvest granary, only to find that it is empty, heartbreak is nothing more than this. However, now I understand, love know the weight, drunkenness know the wine, blossoms and blossoms will be empty. Life is more about the process. The beauty of the process is far from the results can be compared, that is intoxicating a kind of enjoyment. I will live a good life and be happy, and I wish you the same!
Re-reading the reply, it was a warm smiling face.
To date, Canghai and I are still just online friends. I'm not sure if it's destined to be, but I'm sure it's destined to be, and I'm sure it's destined to be. I've never met him before, but the butterflies are happily flying towards the other side of the river with the help of Canghai. Butterflies flying across the Canghai are very grateful to the network, because of the network, there is a Canghai; because of the network, the butterflies fly across the Canghai! Weifang College of Foreign Languages Wang Cui Hong
(Responsibility Editor Shi Lei)