Recently, with a new mobile phone, all apps and contacts have been reinstalled. I have the habit of clearing things. After installation, I casually turn over my mobile phone and wechat address book, but I always feel that everyone has a little past and a little story with themselves. Even if there was a smile, it has become the reason why I am reluctant to delete it. I always think I may contact again when, but in fact, there are only a few people in daily contact. Most people lie in the address book silently and may not send a text message or make a phone call for three or five years. If we don't contact again, will we become strangers again? When I first graduated, I wrote on the Internet. At that time, many people came to me, and I replied to many people enthusiastically. I remember when I first went to Shanghai, I met many netizens in batches, almost every hour. Every group of netizens came from all over Shanghai. Every group of netizens thought they should take me to eat Xiaoyang fried buns. Therefore, I ate seven or eight Xiaoyang fried buns a day. Until now, I want to shake my head when I see the fried buns. In the evening, netizens took me to the Bund. We took a lot of photos next to the sculpture. When I occasionally turn out those photos from the hard disk, I will always think of that night when we were 22 years old, a group of strange girls gathered on the Bund because of the Internet and ran around together, eating, drinking and having fun. When I looked through the address book, I saw their contact information, but I suddenly realized that we had never contacted again after leaving Shanghai. Those people, where are they, what are they doing, are they okay? A few days ago, a girl named Lily sent me a private message on Weibo. I immediately recognized her as the short haired girl who had fried buns in Chenghuang Temple when I was in Shanghai. I replied a private letter to her. She replied to me and said, "Zhao Xing, I'm glad you remember me. Although we haven't contacted, I will often read your microblog and blog. Now I'm married and have a baby, and I'm doing well to see you. I hope to come back to Shanghai and see you again." Now I can fly to Shanghai without waiting for a special ticket, but we never met again. If we didn't see this private letter, would we become strangers floating in two cities? In the materialistic and hurried life, there are many people in the address book, but only a few are often contacted, and others lie quietly in the list. Every day we will meet many new people, but only a few people will stay in life for a while, and others will brush away after greeting in a hurry. Do we still remember how we knew each other and what stories we had? In fact, we have different stories with everyone we know, but we just meet in life, then separate, and then become a name in the address book. In a few years, the name of the address book will be deleted. We just disappear into each other's world. Maybe we won't see each other again for a lifetime. But sometimes, it's not that we don't want to contact, but that we will slowly walk away from each other. I remember a netizen named Xiaoqing. When she was not in Beijing, we chatted online almost every day to encourage each other's life, like a pair of good sisters who hate to meet late. But when she gave up her hometown and came to Beijing to work and live, we rarely met again in a city. Maybe it's because we are closer to each other and see more different thoughts and lifestyles. We are getting farther and farther away. We have to work hard to find a language for communication when we eat a meal. I don't remember the reason why we didn't know each other on the Internet at first, but I didn't remember the reason why we were chatting on the Internet at last. Although we may not need to remember everyone and every story, we should remember that everyone in the address book was once a joy in each other's lives, and between us, whether in a hurry or stopping to accompany, are beautiful butterflies in life, weaving memories of every moment in life bit by bit. If you still remember, if you still miss, if you can still think of any story, pick up your mobile phone and say hello in this cold winter, so that you can walk away and come back to you.

Recently, with a new mobile phone, all apps and contacts have been reinstalled. I have the habit of clearing things. After installation, I casually turn over my mobile phone and wechat address book, but I always feel that everyone has a little past and a little story with themselves. Even if there was a smile, it has become the reason why I am reluctant to delete it. I always think I may contact again when, but in fact, there are only a few people in daily contact. Most people lie in the address book silently and may not send a text message or make a phone call for three or five years. If we don't contact again, will we become strangers again? When I first graduated, I wrote on the Internet. At that time, many people came to me, and I replied to many people enthusiastically. I remember when I first went to Shanghai, I met many netizens in batches, almost every hour. Every group of netizens came from all over Shanghai. Every group of netizens thought they should take me to eat Xiaoyang fried buns. Therefore, I ate seven or eight Xiaoyang fried buns a day. Until now, I want to shake my head when I see the fried buns. In the evening, netizens took me to the Bund. We took a lot of photos next to the sculpture. When I occasionally turn out those photos from the hard disk, I will always think of that night when we were 22 years old, a group of strange girls gathered on the Bund because of the Internet and ran around together, eating, drinking and having fun. When I looked through the address book, I saw their contact information, but I suddenly realized that we had never contacted again after leaving Shanghai. Those people, where are they, what are they doing, are they okay? A few days ago, a girl named Lily sent me a private message on Weibo. I immediately recognized her as the short haired girl who had fried buns in Chenghuang Temple when I was in Shanghai. I replied a private letter to her. She replied to me and said, "Zhao Xing, I'm glad you remember me. Although we haven't contacted, I will often read your microblog and blog. Now I'm married and have a baby, and I'm doing well to see you. I hope to come back to Shanghai and see you again." Now I can fly to Shanghai without waiting for a special ticket, but we never met again. If we didn't see this private letter, would we become strangers floating in two cities? In the materialistic and hurried life, there are many people in the address book, but only a few are often contacted, and others lie quietly in the list. Every day we will meet many new people, but only a few people will stay in life for a while, and others will brush away after greeting in a hurry. Do we still remember how we knew each other and what stories we had? In fact, we have different stories with everyone we know, but we just meet in life, then separate, and then become a name in the address book. In a few years, the name of the address book will be deleted. We just disappear into each other's world. Maybe we won't see each other again for a lifetime. But sometimes, it's not that we don't want to contact, but that we will slowly walk away from each other. I remember a netizen named Xiaoqing. When she was not in Beijing, we chatted online almost every day to encourage each other's life, like a pair of good sisters who hate to meet late. But when she gave up her hometown and came to Beijing to work and live, we rarely met again in a city. Maybe it's because we are closer to each other and see more different thoughts and lifestyles. We are getting farther and farther away. We have to work hard to find a language for communication when we eat a meal. I don't remember the reason why we didn't know each other on the Internet at first, but I didn't remember the reason why we were chatting on the Internet at last. Although we may not need to remember everyone and every story, we should remember that everyone in the address book was once a joy in each other's lives, and between us, whether in a hurry or stopping to accompany, are beautiful butterflies in life, weaving memories of every moment in life bit by bit. If you still remember, if you still miss, if you can still think of any story, pick up your mobile phone and say hello in this cold winter, so that you can walk away and come back to you.