I attended a mini class reunion last year. The table is full of wine and preparation, nostalgia and boasting, and collude to explore the same color. A woman said, "do you remember when we played so well?" She sat opposite, pointing at me. I looked at her for a while, but I didn't have much impression. I only remember that I had been a classmate for a year. I really forgot how deep my friendship was, but it seemed that it should be. I said, well, yes. She is the mother of two children. She has no job. She plays mahjong all year round in the town. When talking to people, her words are always mixed with N kinds of genital names. "At that time, you and XX and I had the best time. We ate together and slept together..." The frosted glass of memory gradually brushed away the floating dust, and I saw the past. On a summer night, we had a self-study in the evening, walked shilishan Road, went to her house in the village, took some things, ate some sweet potatoes, and returned the same way. Moonlight makes the road clear and white, the fields are silent, and fireflies fluctuate. We think of life. "Be good friends all your life!" "Well, all my life." The end of my life is graduation. Since then, she rushed into her flower world, and I fell into my world of mortals. She cares about her daily necessities, and I care about my joys and sorrows. The difference of Tao does not conspire with each other, and alienation begins here. In "Dear Andre", Long Yingtai said to his son: In fact, life is like a road from a wide plain to a forest. On the plain, companions can walk in groups, pushing forward and pushing back happily and helping each other; Once you enter the forest, the grass and thorns get in the way, the situation changes. Everyone pays attention to his own way and looks for his own direction. The group emotion of pushing and pushing, singing and playing together, and the deep feelings of carefree and suspicious colleagues are only found in adolescence in one's life. When people become mature and conscious, they will gradually realize who they are and what they want for the rest of their life, and to a certain extent, clarify which friends deserve full attention and which are just consuming energy. This screening process has a scientific name, which is called social emotional choice theory. If you pull a friend into the blacklist, you must also "apply through friends" to another person. You are "easy to go, no free" by one circle of friends, which also means that you are "welcome" by another circle of friends. The difference of life, the difference of environment, and the great difference of ideas and attitudes towards life will make old friends scattered as birds and animals. This seems cruel, but there is no way to avoid it, and there is no need to avoid it. Zhang Ailing met Yan Ying at the University of Hong Kong. Later, she became better and almost became suspected of being gay. Most of the illustrations in Zhang Ailing's books are created and colored by Yan Ying, and most of the photographers are her. In peacetime, they talked about their studies, clothing, food, shortness of breath, long love and chaos. When war came, they avoided the fire of war together. In August 1944, Hu Lancheng divorced his second wife and married Zhang Ailing. Yanying is the witness of marriage. Unfortunately, after the water spray of youth is washed away, in the turbulent time, you can only see the people who have gone and have no return. As they grew older, they gradually alienated, then broke off their friendship, and almost died of old age. One lives alone in the United States and the other lives happily in Japan. Yanying once asked in the letter, why don't you pay attention to me for no reason? Zhang Ailing said: I don't like a person who always talks with me about things decades ago, as if I were a dead man. This reminds me of a columnist. He said that once he was pulled into a group of junior middle school students and found that he couldn't adapt completely. Those familiar and unfamiliar people spread rumors, health articles, "ten tips to make men fall in love with you completely" in the group all day, as well as the fanatical praise of Mao. He tried to tell you why rumors are rumors. You can't believe all the health preservation of traditional Chinese medicine. It's just a ridiculous trick to make a man fall in love with a woman. Those who believe in Mao had better read a book, an article and a documentary. In a few days, he received a prompt: you were kicked out of group chat. He was helpless and sighed that his young friends were only suitable for missing. Push this and that. Those who get married because of kindness are only suitable for repaying kindness; People who drink together, sing karaoke, go to bars and make an appointment with P are only suitable for pleasure. A true friend must have considerable resources, status and knowledge. Even if some friendships seem to surpass class, the level of ideas must be similar. Friends are people who share ideas, not just exchange feelings. Kuang Wenwei made friends with Zhang Zhimei later. Kuang Wenmei is not only a translator, but also the wife of writer and critic Song Qi. She has excellent knowledge and virtue. Song Meiling once invited Kuang Wenmei to be her private secretary, but Kuang Wenmei declined. Zhang Ailing said, "I've always seen talented women compare with MAE. None of them can match her." In 1995, Zhang Ailing died in Los Angeles, leaving only three simple wills before her death. The first is: after my death, I will leave everything I have to Song Qi and his wife. Sincere friendship and trust can be called the model textbook of friendship. Return to the present. In all kinds of social media, we can see everywhere how to recover the help of friendship, old friends no longer lament, one by one?, One by one!, Throughout the horizon. I understand this frustration, and I have tasted the bitterness and frustration of friends. I also feel that the fundamental reason why the once close interpersonal relationship ended is that we all see the weak but later wide and deep ditch. The ditch of ideas. People who only watch reality shows and anti Japanese dramas and those who read arent Kafka are naturally difficult to get together; People who indulge in mahjong and travel around the world are naturally unlikely to become friends; People who kneel and lick and do evil in government departments all year round naturally have no common language with a democracy fighter. …… Therefore, when friendship comes to an end, don't force it, don't ask for a sword, don't fish for the moon in water, don't redeem it with old affection, and don't speak ill of it. Just admit it: it's over. Then, Ma you continues to look for brand friends, prostitutes go to form an alliance with slag men, book fans and movie fans become close friends, donkey friends around the world go to meet foreign students, Harvard MBA goes to make friends with Yale Law School Masters, Boya and Ziqi sympathize with each other, Xie ER and Leonard explode each other, and Xiao s forms sister Amoy with female stars such as fan weiqi, Aya and Wu Peici. What if you say I still have no friends? Yu Hua said in shouting in the drizzle: Instead of pretending to have many friends, I returned to loneliness and began my life alone with the real me. Sometimes I can't stand the torture of emptiness because of loneliness, but I'd rather maintain my self-esteem in this way than exchange that kind of superficial friend at the cost of shame. The more people who have no bottom line, the more "friends". "This is my friend, that is my friend, oh, he, I know him too, my friend.". The more self respecting people are, the more careful they are to claim friends. Because he knew that both sides should have this emotional cognition, and that wisdom and virtue must be equal. A true confidant can be met but not sought. Maybe in his life, we can't meet Kuang Wenmei, Ziqi and Leonard. What a pity. But before you regret, you must ask yourself: if those bright people meet you, do you have a matching weight? Not to become a cheap believer (but also a cheap traitor), but a lifelong close friend.

I attended a mini class reunion last year. The table is full of wine and preparation, nostalgia and boasting, and collude to explore the same color. A woman said, "do you remember when we played so well?" She sat opposite, pointing at me. I looked at her for a while, but I didn't have much impression. I only remember that I had been a classmate for a year. I really forgot how deep my friendship was, but it seemed that it should be. I said, well, yes. She is the mother of two children. She has no job. She plays mahjong all year round in the town. When talking to people, her words are always mixed with N kinds of genital names. "At that time, you and XX and I had the best time. We ate together and slept together..." The frosted glass of memory gradually brushed away the floating dust, and I saw the past. On a summer night, we had a self-study in the evening, walked shilishan Road, went to her house in the village, took some things, ate some sweet potatoes, and returned the same way. Moonlight makes the road clear and white, the fields are silent, and fireflies fluctuate. We think of life. "Be good friends all your life!" "Well, all my life." The end of my life is graduation. Since then, she rushed into her flower world, and I fell into my world of mortals. She cares about her daily necessities, and I care about my joys and sorrows. The difference of Tao does not conspire with each other, and alienation begins here. In "Dear Andre", Long Yingtai said to his son: In fact, life is like a road from a wide plain to a forest. On the plain, companions can walk in groups, pushing forward and pushing back happily and helping each other; Once you enter the forest, the grass and thorns get in the way, the situation changes. Everyone pays attention to his own way and looks for his own direction. The group emotion of pushing and pushing, singing and playing together, and the deep feelings of carefree and suspicious colleagues are only found in adolescence in one's life. When people become mature and conscious, they will gradually realize who they are and what they want for the rest of their life, and to a certain extent, clarify which friends deserve full attention and which are just consuming energy. This screening process has a scientific name, which is called social emotional choice theory. If you pull a friend into the blacklist, you must also "apply through friends" to another person. You are "easy to go, no free" by one circle of friends, which also means that you are "welcome" by another circle of friends. The difference of life, the difference of environment, and the great difference of ideas and attitudes towards life will make old friends scattered as birds and animals. This seems cruel, but there is no way to avoid it, and there is no need to avoid it. Zhang Ailing met Yan Ying at the University of Hong Kong. Later, she became better and almost became suspected of being gay. Most of the illustrations in Zhang Ailing's books are created and colored by Yan Ying, and most of the photographers are her. In peacetime, they talked about their studies, clothing, food, shortness of breath, long love and chaos. When war came, they avoided the fire of war together. In August 1944, Hu Lancheng divorced his second wife and married Zhang Ailing. Yanying is the witness of marriage. Unfortunately, after the water spray of youth is washed away, in the turbulent time, you can only see the people who have gone and have no return. As they grew older, they gradually alienated, then broke off their friendship, and almost died of old age. One lives alone in the United States and the other lives happily in Japan. Yanying once asked in the letter, why don't you pay attention to me for no reason? Zhang Ailing said: I don't like a person who always talks with me about things decades ago, as if I were a dead man. This reminds me of a columnist. He said that once he was pulled into a group of junior middle school students and found that he couldn't adapt completely. Those familiar and unfamiliar people spread rumors, health articles, "ten tips to make men fall in love with you completely" in the group all day, as well as the fanatical praise of Mao. He tried to tell you why rumors are rumors. You can't believe all the health preservation of traditional Chinese medicine. It's just a ridiculous trick to make a man fall in love with a woman. Those who believe in Mao had better read a book, an article and a documentary. In a few days, he received a prompt: you were kicked out of group chat. He was helpless and sighed that his young friends were only suitable for missing. Push this and that. Those who get married because of kindness are only suitable for repaying kindness; People who drink together, sing karaoke, go to bars and make an appointment with P are only suitable for pleasure. A true friend must have considerable resources, status and knowledge. Even if some friendships seem to surpass class, the level of ideas must be similar. Friends are people who share ideas, not just exchange feelings. Kuang Wenwei made friends with Zhang Zhimei later. Kuang Wenmei is not only a translator, but also the wife of writer and critic Song Qi. She has excellent knowledge and virtue. Song Meiling once invited Kuang Wenmei to be her private secretary, but Kuang Wenmei declined. Zhang Ailing said, "I've always seen talented women compare with MAE. None of them can match her." In 1995, Zhang Ailing died in Los Angeles, leaving only three simple wills before her death. The first is: after my death, I will leave everything I have to Song Qi and his wife. Sincere friendship and trust can be called the model textbook of friendship. Return to the present. In all kinds of social media, we can see everywhere how to recover the help of friendship, old friends no longer lament, one by one?, One by one!, Throughout the horizon. I understand this frustration, and I have tasted the bitterness and frustration of friends. I also feel that the fundamental reason why the once close interpersonal relationship ended is that we all see the weak but later wide and deep ditch. The ditch of ideas. People who only watch reality shows and anti Japanese dramas and those who read arent Kafka are naturally difficult to get together; People who indulge in mahjong and travel around the world are naturally unlikely to become friends; People who kneel and lick and do evil in government departments all year round naturally have no common language with a democracy fighter. …… Therefore, when friendship comes to an end, don't force it, don't ask for a sword, don't fish for the moon in water, don't redeem it with old affection, and don't speak ill of it. Just admit it: it's over. Then, Ma you continues to look for brand friends, prostitutes go to form an alliance with slag men, book fans and movie fans become close friends, donkey friends around the world go to meet foreign students, Harvard MBA goes to make friends with Yale Law School Masters, Boya and Ziqi sympathize with each other, Xie ER and Leonard explode each other, and Xiao s forms sister Amoy with female stars such as fan weiqi, Aya and Wu Peici. What if you say I still have no friends? Yu Hua said in shouting in the drizzle: Instead of pretending to have many friends, I returned to loneliness and began my life alone with the real me. Sometimes I can't stand the torture of emptiness because of loneliness, but I'd rather maintain my self-esteem in this way than exchange that kind of superficial friend at the cost of shame. The more people who have no bottom line, the more "friends". "This is my friend, that is my friend, oh, he, I know him too, my friend.". The more self respecting people are, the more careful they are to claim friends. Because he knew that both sides should have this emotional cognition, and that wisdom and virtue must be equal. A true confidant can be met but not sought. Maybe in his life, we can't meet Kuang Wenmei, Ziqi and Leonard. What a pity. But before you regret, you must ask yourself: if those bright people meet you, do you have a matching weight? Not to become a cheap believer (but also a cheap traitor), but a lifelong close friend.