In order to collect information and provide materials for the convenience of others, Yuan Qiuhua left her contact information under her article on Sina.com.

At midnight, she logged on to Sina.com, entered the literature and history column, clicked on the article, and browsed readers' comments and messages.

One person left a message: Why don't you ignore me? Because I care about you and miss you, I will summon up the courage to contact you, and I always want to know if you are doing well; because I care about you, I care about you, I always think that you are lonely and helpless, and I can't let go of your sorrow and joy, so I will silently send comfort when you are frustrated and accompany you through the long years. Whether it is by your side or not, the nerves are always pulled by you, it is raining, it is windy, imagine if you will be in a bad mood lying on the table in a daze, like a lost child!

Yuan Qiuhua thought it was an old classmate, and she replied: Hello, hello!

Immediately, the dialog box responded in seconds: Stacked autumn sorrows set off huge waves, and the wind swept away the fallen leaves. Sencha in spring, boiling wine in green plums, listening to the rain under the eaves, beating stone drums, bit by bit, leaving people's blood and tears. Two pots of wine in the night rain, a cup of tea in the autumn wind. Three cups of wine in the red dust, a cup of tea for the great cause of a thousand autumns, this pot of wine, who should persuade me not to drink it. This cup of tea, who should I drink it with, I was still thinking last night, the autumn rain is so cold. I don't know if the chrysanthemums are blooming in Yao Mountain?

Sheng Ge returned to the courtyard, and the lights went down the stairs. The water is cold, the river is quiet and the wind is clear, and the moon and stars are sparse and beautiful. A lily and a flat boat, a thought and a rod fishing in January, a song, a wine, a river and autumn, the oblique wind and drizzle do not want to return, and the white woman knows the waves first. The maple red waits for the thin coolness, the Bodhi water shines, the agarwood is not stained with vulgar dust, the mountains are high and the water is long, may the years be the same, you and I are the same.

Xiangshan red leaves are also wishing, and the stone path is Baiyun. The empty valley is a quiet orchid, the flowers fall lightly, and the flying burial is accompanied by the soul of poetry, which is cold to the bone. A place of residual flowers, fragrant and far away, thousands of tears, water and wind thin, pavilions and clouds, last night dreamed of the river cut off. The empty mountain is cold and cold, alone and by the railing. The wild geese have already gone south, who do they have to discuss with them? There are thoughts in the words, and thoughts have already been made! The waters of humanity are deep, and they are not half lovesick. There is still no end to the sea, and there is no end to lovesickness.

Yuan Qiuhua knew who this person was. Xiangshan also wished, Che Po was injured, except for Xiao Lizi, who else knows? In an instant, her heart ached like a knife, she couldn't cry, she couldn't cry, and she didn't dare to face it on the table.

When you wake up, do you wake up? Do you sense that I miss you, do you choke? When you are eating, do you have any food? Can you receive my brain waves, do you sneeze? Before you go to bed, do you think you are reading or writing? You are all when you close your eyes and open your eyes, and you happen to be thinking about me, and you are all in and out of your dreams, and you happen to be thinking about me. I miss you, I can't sleep all night, I keep talking, have you sneezed?

Yuan Qiuhua replied with tears: A wave of the hand, never get together, do not be shocked or forgive all the warmth; Goodbye once, never again, never forget without saying a word. Love is fleeting, hatred is long, the lights are dim, and the people are hesitating, and the tears are falling alone. Providence tricks, dark judgments, life has no ifs, never go back to the past, who is waiting silently? Who has never gone far? Who can be there for you all the time? Walk thousands of mountains, wade through thousands of waters, and tears on the line of thought, understand, no regrets, love, enough!

Candle night tour, pond lotus viewing, watching the moon by the railing, red sleeves add fragrance, the heart is dust-free, listen to the snow falling, people gather and disperse, flowers bloom and thanks, spring goes to autumn and back, I want to use a lifetime of time to write poems for you. Take time as the pen, the years as the note, use love as the rhythm, and love as the tone, from romance to plainness, from red face to white hair,

Passion is exhausted, frost is the same, a reed flower, scattered all over the world, can do stay is home. The sun and the moon are reincarnated, time does not return, a cup of respect for the past, grievances pass through the intestines, and forget each other in the rivers and lakes. The jade fragments are no longer round, a write-off, the tears are slippery and difficult to recover, and everything is zero. Seeing or not seeing, thinking or not reading, there will be no time in the future, no crying, no trouble, no debt, no quarrel, and let go of each other.

Thin pillow, under the west window, curled up in the recliner to rest alone, reminiscing about the previous joy, always walking alone and haggard, scene after scene, young and shy and bitter, coquettish and happy, childish and young, thousands of performances, tears scattered into snow, and empty care! From immature to mature to sophisticated, Shaohua withered in a hurry, divination and hexagram to tell the marriage, the origin of the past abuse, murmuring through the catastrophe, looking forward to crying and hugging each other, where are you wandering?

Returning to the countryside is like an ancient well, the distant trees are smoky and turn back to the shore, the breeze is planting rice fields, reading idle books on a bright moon night, good people, good dreams, good rewards, stupid people are stupid, stupid people are stupid, Yaoshan is rich in water and living turtle life, why envy Beiguanggang. The sassy and sad wind is sad and resentful, Guan Shan is far away from the mandate of heaven, the guests from the sky are reunited, the slanting sun shines on the sun, how to dispel the thoughts? Continue in the next life, you are a woman, I am a man, you turn into a husband stone, and I set up a monument to chastity.