The time should be the early spring of 2005, on a quiet sunny afternoon, the sunset is just about to come out, I am lazily walking to the dormitory from the comprehensive teaching building of economics and trade, the plane trees on both sides of the road have just revealed new leaves, a girl with long hair suddenly meets my eyes, I looked up and down, lowered my head and smiled shallowly, and quietly walked away. I watched the new green leaves of the sycamores, and felt that they were like sleeping unearthly children, and I didn't want to wake them. In fact, my heart has been surging for a long time, mainly because of the touch that the long-haired girl brought me, this touch is not because of the girl's appearance, we have never met, but because of the girl's long hair and figure, which reminds me of my former love. How many men don't like long hair? Didn't they all say, "Treat me with long hair and waist, can you marry me?" This proposition makes people take a few more glances when they meet a woman with beautiful long hair on the road, not to mention that in Shijiazhuang, which is not divided into spring and summer, the air on campus is full of youthful breath and full of hormonal taste.

This reminds me of escape, or to put it another way, travel. You don't have to have any purpose, you don't have to care about the time, just sit in the train car, look at the passers-by who are traveling with you, look at every face full of stories, happy and sad. The next stop of the train may be their destination, there may be relatives there, there are friends, and there are many things waiting for them to solve and face. Sitting in the train, looking at the trees and pedestrians flying by outside the window, the things that decorate the scenery of the window are one-sided, everything has nothing to do with you, and it is related, inexplicably this is a mood. This is a mood that likes to sit in the train and wait for the arrival, far away from the familiar things before, so many joys and sorrows are caught in the wind, blowing into the distance in the roar of the train; This is a feeling of wanting to arrive in a new place, meet new people and new things, and new things will always dilute the memory of the past. The car arrives at the station, with a happy heart of scrutiny, standing in a new environment, facing this new world with all new things.

The white feathers of the tall poplar trees show that spring is really deep. The summer in Shijiazhuang is like a coke that has been shaking for a long time, and when it is opened, it suddenly swoops, and then it makes you feel sweet and greasy, and it comes suddenly and greasy. Annoying things will always swoop your eyes when you are irritable. Traveling always goes from one place to another and then back to where you started. There are things we can't change, or even do anything about.

The reason for this, I don't know where the roots are?

I've always felt like a person who is happy in my bones.

But I'm not a big believer in online dating. Is the word "love" really unreal on the Internet? You can't touch it, you can't touch it, but it really exists? The Internet is a relative thing, real and unreal, false and fantastic, so that all ideals and things in reality are mixed in this bottomless thing, perhaps this is the carrier of loneliness.

Good people find good things, and like things gather. Go in one direction, as if fate had arranged it a long time ago.

I don't believe in online dating, I don't believe that you can fall in love online, but there are really online lovers around you who combine square words and electricity. At the beginning, a buddy's online dating with his woman was like a legend, the first day I met on the Internet, the second day I made an appointment to chat online together, and on the third day, we opened a room in the hotel together, and on the fourth day, my buddy said that it was his first night, but it was not hers, and on the fifth day, they went out to rent a house and lived a small life together. This may be the speed and efficiency that society is focusing on today. On the contrary, those of us in the boudoir will glare at him angrily with our eyes, and say things like "real bull B" in our mouths. We all began to admire how long his speed-matched love could last. Later, I heard that it had indeed been better.

People still have to look far.

Yang is gone. I left Shijiazhuang and went to a place called Tianjin. It's all fucking the fault of the Internet!

I still don't believe in online dating, and I still don't want to believe that I can fall in love online. It's really unbelievable!