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一点烛火,摇曳满地的冷清;纸页缓缓摊开,如一朵莲花静静绽放。我曾幻想置身于这唯美的诗境中,以狼毫为笔,以心意为墨,托高飞的鸿雁传一封家书。然而,书信作为一种传统的通信方式,已经渐行渐远。我最后一封收到的信是在两年前的12月。仍记得拆开信封的那一刻,与书信缘分浅薄的我竟真的有一种久别逢故人的激动充盈在心里。信中那纤细的笔墨、款款的深情,让我轻而易举地被朋友的真情虏获。
A little candlelight, swaying all over the deserted; paper slowly spread, such as a lotus bloom quietly. I once fantasized about being in this beautiful poetic landscape, taking the slightest pen to heart, inkling the goose, and sending a family book to the geese flying high. However, as a traditional means of communication, letters have become increasingly distant. The last letter I received was in December two years ago. Still remember the moment of opening the envelope, shallow correspondence with fate, I really have a long-lasting friends excited filling in my heart. The letter in the slender ink, paragraph of affectionate, let me be easily captured by the true feelings of friends.