I am a web worm

  The ending is good, a faint smile easily dissolves all sorts of hardships and misunderstandings. Can life have such a good ending so easily?

  When the wind gently blows through your clothes, when sunlight shines down through the gaps between the leaves, when I gaze into your eyes, what are you thinking about? Is it those precious days we grew up together? Clever child,

  Let's set out on the road together, all the laughter and tears are the luggage of time.

  Yi Miao: The internet has reached the bottom of the water

  I am a web worm.

  To know that the web is not a good mix in high school, on one side is the only way to learn this human paradise, on the other side are my favorite ways of communication: text, music, movies, friends, and even the pulse of the whole world. I stand in between, watching and busy: both sides are my dreams, neither can be given up.

  But I am a web worm, even high school can't stop me. I parasitize in a golden orange, with five leaves on my head, happily jumping around in the virtual world to find things that can move me. It's the internet that made me know a group of friends who love words, making me walk out from behind "Youth Literature" as a pure reader and author, becoming a jumping spirit on SNWYBBS. The most beautiful time in life is being able to discuss with people you like about things you like, sharing and moving each other, immersing and indulging.

  It was right here that I saw a nearby snow-covered expanse.

  My earliest impression of literature began with "Youth Literature". The first article I read in it was Xue Man's "Ugly Girl Rose". At that time, I often read some harder science fiction, but suddenly a different kind of warmth mixed into my heart, moving me to the point where I didn't know what to do. I remember calling my dad and mom over to sit on the bed with me, reading "Ugly Girl Rose" to them word by word in an extremely sincere tone. I don't remember their reaction anymore, but I do recall that the sunlight of that afternoon quietly passed between me and Rose, filling my heart with warmth and serenity.

  When I was in junior high school, I saw her earlier work "Wild Geese Crossing the Cold Pool", which had a passage that accompanied me on all my growing paths, and I could recite it from memory:

  There are too many things waiting for us to do, we can't always be indulged in a glory or lost in a pain, whether it's satisfactory or not. If possible, let it leave no trace, just like a peaceful and beautiful pond after the geese have flown away. Let warmth and carefree mood accompany us through brand new days. As for tomorrow, whether there will be many setbacks or unbearable sorrows, who cares? The geese have crossed the cold pond anyway. I have confidence to spend my whole life in happiness.

  Once told many people to listen, copied for many people to see, moved many people.

  When I was reading her "Zhi Yi", I thought, the girl in the photo who sat in front of the computer and turned around to smile, how outstanding! How distant!

  But the internet has shortened our distance, I saw her beautifully done homepage, saw her posts, and even last week, I heard her warm voice on the phone, like a miracle!

  "QQ Brother and Sister" is probably Snowy's first work related to the internet. In my impression, the characters in Snowy's works always have some unhappy family backgrounds, such as Guan Sha, Mei Gui, and Zhou Ya. Those seemingly strong and cold boys and girls who are actually kind-hearted and vulnerable inside, walking out of a gloomy gray background, carrying unbearable growing pains, waiting for rescue in loneliness and helplessness... what a touching picture! Snowy's words are warm and peaceful, telling you that growth always comes with a price, keeping a tolerant heart is more important than anything else, and after all, growth is a kind of happiness. This has made me cry many times.

  Just as I think Annie Baobei's decadent texts can express BEN-JAMIN's paintings, Xue Man's texts are like Monet's paintings. The delicate capture of light is the warm spring that flows gently in her texts, blending with jumping language and thinking. When communication is hindered, this warm spring flows through the network all the way to your heart.