Far away, my dear "never met" friend

I really never thought that Xiaoxue would contact me.

When I received the letter from afar in the morning, I was stunned for a moment, and then a huge surprise welled up in my heart. Really, it was a huge surprise, indescribable excitement, tears were about to run out.

I held the letter and looked at it again and again, a bright yellow square envelope covered with a transparent bubble membrane that prevented the object from breaking. I was so excited that it wasn't really a valuable item, just a CD-ROM and a small printed note with two short paragraphs in English.

The letter writer said, uiui, I sent you an email, but I received a receipt saying that the mailbox seems to be deactivated, so I used this ancient way to send you the photos I took for you and your friends in Xinjiang last year. I stuffed the disc into the computer, and the moment those pictures came into view, the memory of last September in southern Xinjiang came to my face. Oh, I love the southern frontier. Oh, and the cute little snow.

We met in Korla, Xinjiang, last September and traveled for several days.

He is a photography enthusiast, and naturally there are many photos of us left in the camera, saying that he wanted to copy them several times, but until they were separated, he still forgot about this matter. I thought to myself, it doesn't matter, we left each other's mailboxes and addresses, and came to Japan for a long time.

Later, when I was in Urumqi, my friend lost his wallet, and his address was lost, and I thought that we probably lost contact. Before long, we will be like many travelers who meet and separate on the journey, and slowly forget each other from life.

I think I only think of him when I look at the article about him in southern Xinjiang that I wrote.

And he, in the process of getting along, I feel that he is a silent and even indifferent person, will he remember me?

However, this morning after more than a year, the bright yellow envelope from the distant country wading through the mountains and rivers was like the bright sunshine of this morning, which made my heart rise with a strong warmth. Being remembered is really a very warm thing.

I have a friend who remembers my address and will write me a postcard wherever she travels. My phone memos and diary with me have the addresses of my close friends, and I write them a postcard wherever I go. Every time I travel, I always bring a souvenir to my close friend, even if the suitcase can't be stuffed, or mail it, or take it in my hand and bring it back.

Once, because of the excess luggage, the cost of international check-in was more expensive than the gift, but when I thought of the happiness of the other party when they received the gift, no matter how troublesome it was, it was worth it. Because I like to receive gifts from friends, I don't need to be very expensive, even a set of postcards, a small chic bookmark, I can be happy all day.

I also like to buy gifts for my parents, and this winter I chose a lot of warm cotton socks for my parents to send back to my hometown. When my friend found out, he teased me and said, Oh my God, how can you buy socks for your parents and mail them? Think about it, ah, yes, where can you not buy these socks.

But I like to hear my mother on the phone while nagging me and spending money indiscriminately, but I can't hide the happiness in my voice, I can feel the warmth in her heart. We are all the same, want to be cared for, missed.

A few days ago, I sorted out things, turned out a lot of small gift boxes from the drawer, there were thick cards, each of which was written with moods and blessings; there were postcards from all over the world sent to me, there were blue crystal wind chimes, there were flower seeds, and there were note notes that intimately wrote about the method and experience of planting flowers; and some gave me seven glass dragon balls because I liked the number "7"; a girl even knitted a scarf for me by hand...

There were too many hearts to count them all, but I remember the feeling of being touched every time I received a greeting from afar. But in fact, there will be a burden, I am the kind of personality that others treat me well, and I am afraid that I will not be able to repay it.

And we are far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, and we may not have the opportunity to see each other once in our lives.

I can only say, thank you, my dear friend who has never met. Thank you for all the thoughts from afar.