365 days ago I bought the first mobile phone in my life, I was the last one to buy in the college class, and now this mobile phone is still working, following me loyally, not lost, not stolen, not broken, the text messages sent and received have not been deleted, 365 days received 2508 text messages, sent 2510 text messages, basically flat, from the beginning of the initiative to send to others to the back of the passive reply, the process during the period has long been forgotten, only remember that the second half of the year began to become lazy, the initiative to send less than one-tenth, maybe there is no one to worry about, maybe dare not bother, maybe has forgottenSome people don't know which text message they have never been in touch again, and some numbers don't know when they have never replied to my text messages, and after realizing it, finally one day they can't help but call over to the ear is just a blank sound, it turns out that there is no waiting over there, when did you leave? The sea of people is vast, who are the fewer people you contact with me and more? Will he not turn off the phone and wait for your phone all the time? Even if it is cold at midnight, he gets up to read the text message, lest he miss your call. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I think I will keep these thousands of text messages in my mobile phone, this is my diary for a year, maybe one day I will look through it, see a certain day someone sent me a text message or feel a little happy, just like just received, like she is still around, within reach, although I don't remember what happened that day, I don't remember the weather that day, the rain or the weather, I don't remember the mood of receiving this text message, I can only hold the phone stupidly to look, look at those words that we have long forgotten, even if it is covered with the dust of the years, the happiness between the lines is still clear, coquettish and rude, like you just lost your temper。

2010-01-29