Mail Happiness

     Today, for some reason, I went to buy envelopes. It's been such a long time since I've used them; the very word "envelope" feels unfamiliar to me. A long time ago, I read an article in *Midnight Letters* called "From Quill Pen to Thumb," which lamented the unique nature of interpersonal relationships in today's information age: forgetting someone is as simple as moving a finger and deleting them from your phone's contact list! Perhaps a person is just a string of numbers! It seems that relationships between people are now so fragile, so realistic, so indifferent, so vulnerable! The happy anticipation of writing letters is gone; all that remains are the tiresome, distinctive ringtones of mobile phones! I remember in 2000, in an era when analog and digital phones coexisted, I read an article in *Digital Communications* called "The Annoying Information Age." At the time, I couldn't understand why the author was so resistant to this rapidly changing information age. Gradually, I realized that increasingly advanced information technology has made us more and more indifferent, losing our sense of fun and romance! Even if you want to contact anyone in the world, all you need to do is launch Skype on your PC/PPC and connect to the internet. Communication between people has become so direct, even bleak. Romantic exchanges under the moon are increasingly rare, and the eloquent, sweet love letters are nowhere to be found. Communication between couples is increasingly replaced by those disgusting, generic, nauseatingly fabricated text messages that can be easily forwarded. Perhaps, the words "I love you" have already been sent to countless others! I can't help but feel a sense of dread. How much genuine affection can we truly trust in this world? Have we changed our lives, or has life changed us?

    In truth, writing down one's true feelings on paper and mailing it to someone is a blissful experience, a silent joy. The thought of the recipient opening the envelope fills one with indescribable happiness. After mailing the letter, the longing and anticipation of its journey, the journey of the letter laden with deep longing, evokes endless thoughts—a joyful and fulfilling experience! There's a subtle pleasure in waiting! There's a bittersweet happiness in longing! This is what letters truly bring us, leading us to the other side of our hearts! I love the steadfast anticipation that letters bring, I love savoring the fragrance of the ink on the paper, and I especially love writing my thoughts under the dim light of a lamp, amidst the aroma of tea. Perhaps these aren't feelings a person born in the 80s should have; perhaps no one knows these were written on a PPC/Palm. No matter how much communication methods change in life, the emotional distance between people should not change. All methods are merely superficial; what matters most is our unchanging and sincere heart.

    My old letters are all stored in the bookcase at home, permanently kept there. They are too precious to be easily read for fear of damage. Even when I do pick them up to reminisce, I am always moved to tears. Those letters witnessed special periods of history, and now, "things have changed, and everything is over." I look up to the sky and howl, pick up my pen but find no words to accompany it. Each sigh is accompanied by tears, and I feel utterly helpless! Where can my letters be sent? Is it a long and arduous journey to the other side of the water? And how long will I search for answers? I continue to float and sink in the sea of ​​memories, and I would rather drown in it forever, sinking into my warm, sweet, orange, dreamlike memories, sealing myself in a large envelope and mailing myself back to the crimson past.