Dear Left Ear,
Hello, I want the first greeting of the New Year, or from me, your symmetrical partner, the right ear.
Speaking of which, I can't count letters as letters, they should be called whispers.
At this moment, the chirping of birds in the community outside the window was the roar of the aircraft breaking through. The sound made me feel as if I could see an airplane streaking across the clear blue sky, pulling out a snow-white line, long, pointing straight into the sky.
Since the epidemic, there have been many fewer people traveling long distances.
I miss those who used to enjoy their trips carefreely.
The feeling of taking it for granted that you have the freedom to travel and breathe is really, extra happy.
I am separated from you, though we have always been.
But only now can people really understand what it's like to be isolated.
Only when you can't chat face to face and hug thoughtfully, people can't help but ask: "Why is there such a human disease in this world that I want to see you?" ”
This sounds to you and me, and I can only hehe.
In the days that were already difficult, we also added a burden from then on, that is, the weight of the mask was put on!
There is no way, where else can you let it be tied?
I complained to my nose that I was strangled every day, and it was really uncomfortable.
You know, he will only answer "mm-hmm."
I turned to my brain, which advised me, "Learn some philosophy, when desire hits a real thunderstorm, philosophy can help you land in the softest way." ”
Ta is right, anyway, it is not ta who is strangled every day.
I'd rather believe my nose and believe his self-talk: "I still smell the aroma of coffee even though I am wearing a mask", "Although I am wearing a mask, I still smell an interesting soul", "Although I am wearing a mask, I still smell".....
Although we are separated, as soon as I think that there is another you in the world, ready to stand up and listen to my whispers, I feel that there is nothing that cannot be crossed.
Don't forget that there are also masks that connect us both, and we are taking care of it together.
I can feel that between you and me, there is an invisible flow like music, making each other full of life.
That's love, right?
Love yours - right ear
ps：
Recommend a song "Spring Blossoms to See You", which is better with the painting I gave you.
Editor| Wang Hong
American editor | Sound cloud