At eight o'clock in the evening of the fifth day, I went online and looked for her in the chat room, but I didn't find it, my heart sank, it seemed that I really provoked her, and she didn't want to talk to me anymore. Sitting at the computer desk, I was bored. There was a netizen (as a tourist) on the Internet who invited me to chat, and I was not interested, so I just dealt with it casually and sent it away. That tourist number was soon changed to cloud, oh, it turned out to be her. Writing now, I finally remembered that her screen name is Yun.

I hurriedly said, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, I didn't like what I said yesterday and made you angry, so I'm sorry first." She laughed twice: "Knowing that if I'm angry, you have eyes (this is also considered eyesight, this is too obvious), but you said that I am not Mei Lan, you have to give me a reasonable explanation." Haha, I laughed wildly, I was prepared for this, so I replied: "Although Mei Lan is gentle and kind, she is thin and weak, just like a child, how can I compare you with you, at least healthier than her." "Ah, that's right, from this point of view, I can accept it, but I can't understand it, why would you like such a book?" She asked again.

Why do I love Gone with the Wind? I was able to reply that I had read only this book twice, and apparently not, and that I had to find some high-sounding reason. I said, "I learned a profound life lesson from the book. She replied in surprise: "Although the book describes a large scene, many characters, and a long time span, it is just an emotional novel." "Yes," I replied stiffly, "I have learned the philosophy of love." "Then you talk about it, let me learn and learn." Oh my God, isn't this typical of giving yourself a hard time? No matter how well "Gone with the Wind" is written, it can't rise to the level of love philosophy. However, I have the wit, and I want to formulate it, and then use a little bit of drawing beams and changing columns to illuminate a completely new theory. (I feel like I'm a genius, and I'm jealous.) ）

"Have you noticed, these four protagonists are actually very representative of the four types of people?" "What four are you talking about?" Barrett is a bold and unruly man, Ashley is a melancholy, cowardly and pitiful little boy, Scarlett is a wild woman who dares to love and hate, and Mei Lan is a gentle and considerate woman who teaches her husband and children. I don't mention handsome and beautiful here, but I want to encapsulate all men and women in these four types. "I'll do the overall classification first." You're quite ambitious, can you sum it up? What type do I belong to, according to you? She looked a little surprised. I don't dare to talk about you casually, you think for yourself. "Based on the lessons of the past, I don't dare to judge her easily." Alas, come to think of it, I'm really not like Mei Lan, maybe I'm more inclined to Scarlett, what about you? Who do you think you are? I thought I was me, but after thinking about it, it could never be the incompetent Ashley, but thinking about myself, I had to helplessly reply: "I may really be the same Ashley, with no heart for Barrett." ”

"No, how did I find out that you set up a trap for me to get into? Yesterday you said that I was not Mei Lan, I was very angry, you even asked me to admit that I am not Mei Lan today, what are your intentions! It was as if she had reacted. I said, "It's really not my business, it's a real fact, we can't change it, and sometimes it's a kind of wisdom to accept fate." "By the way, you almost detoured me, you divided men and women into four types of people, you can't call it a philosophy of love, right? What is your love philosophy? "Don't worry, let me be careful," I'll send her a reminder message first.

What is she anxious about, the key is that I am anxious, my brain is sweating, I have never been in love since I was a child, what love philosophy can I summarize? It's just self-pretending to be smart, digging one's own grave, self-inflicted, self-inflicted, self-inflicted, I thought of five idioms at once, and I myself was stunned by my own wisdom, how can a person with such a level fend for himself (I almost slipped away)? I slapped the table and said to myself, there is a philosophy of love that I want to talk about, and if there is no philosophy of love, I have to talk about fabricating a philosophy of love.

"Normally, men should like Melanie and women should like Barrett, as you like. However, the world is so wonderful, men tend to love Scarlett, women tend to favor Ashley, and in the end, men will regret why they didn't marry Melanie, and women will regret not choosing Barrett. I confidently concluded. Are you telling the truth? "It's true, it's true," I gritted my teeth and typed (since I said it was a philosophy of love, how could she doubt it). Why? She asked. I can't really tell. "I'll cope." Then you are lying, you can't say why, you can only hypothetical. "Okay then, I'll try to analyze, don't laugh at me if it's wrong," I continued to type: "I think it may be that a man pursues excitement, and a woman who is a little wild is more attractive to him; Women are born with curiosity and compassion, and when they see a melancholy boy, they want to probe his heart, and a weak boy can stimulate her motherhood more, so she will fall into it unconsciously. "After typing, I admired myself, if I wasn't a charlatan, no one would be." You seem to have a lot of sense, according to you, isn't this man cheap? Those who are safe do not cherish it, but they want to find those who are restless. She questioned again. According to me, if you are a woman, you can find a big tree to rely on, but you sprinkle the glory of motherhood on the bushes, isn't this woman the same cheap? I smirkedly retorted.

I regret it when I say this, it is not my intention to speak so quickly about women. In fact, my respect for women can be said to be innate. I use the following poem as a proof:

Women are ordinary.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and it is a woman who lights up a new day with her morning cooking.

Implicated, it is a woman who sews bits and pieces into a beauty.

Women are extraordinary.

Wind and rain, it is the woman who opens the door for us.

Bumpy and bumpy, it is women who give us care and warmth.

However, women are great again,

Humans often compare mothers to the embodiment of beauty and magnity,

At the same time that human beings give birth to women, women also give birth to the whole human race.

The world is indispensable for women,

If there is no woman,

The world will lose 50 percent of its truth,

Seventy percent good,

100% beautiful.

Without women, there would be no human beings.