I am a person who loves to give gifts, because I also like to receive gifts. It’s a pity that there are only one or two days in a year when you can receive gifts. In the boring and rude days, I add color to the calendar and mark out the important days that belong to the people around you with crayons. The surroundings of my birthday are covered with patterns of various colors, and I also feel a kind of happiness surrounded by gifts.
Over time, even if it’s not a birthday, I can always find a reason to give a gift. Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, the tenth anniversary of meeting friends, the first time to go abroad, the first time to work. A year is not separated by spring, summer, autumn and winter, but is composed of the days when gifts should be given, and desserts made of fresh fruits and flowers of the season. Each time it is sent, time will move forward for a period of time. Living in this way, time is no longer like flowing water, but slowly seeps between dense expectations and creations-everyday everyone has that A lot of things happen again, not mediocre at all.
Once I have the idea of giving a gift, the things I encounter in daily life will always come for it, interspersed everywhere, making me wander through all the joys, sorrows and joys that belong to me and relate to others. The word gift is not about the substance of the thing, but more about the excitement and gratitude at the moment when the box is opened. People who receive gifts for whatever reason mean that they are cared for, they are missed, and they are an example of being connected to others. Of course, there are many ambiguities in the universal “gift giving”. In order to avoid falling into such ambiguity, I also like to express my gift heart in words.
As a child, the most common gift I received was a greeting card. At the end of the year, on Christmas and New Year’s Day, the drawers are filled with envelopes of plastic, pink, blue, and yellow. During recess, I would deliberately stay out of the classroom for a while, leaving enough time for the classmates who came to my seat. As soon as the class bell rang, the first thing I did when I got back to the classroom was to get down on the back of the drawer to explore, and sure enough, there was another one lying down! In this way, I waited patiently until the New Year’s Day holiday, collected a full stack, and read it one by one on the first day of the new year. I regard these greeting cards as treasures, and I still have a lot of them after moving house. Sometimes when I have nothing to do before going to bed, I will open the drawer of the bedside table and look at it. Those naive words make me laugh, feel lost, and feel distant. I was pulled by an invisible rope in the past, like a kite. When I was in a hurry, the rope would gently tug at me: It’s alright, don’t be afraid. The fairy tale of the years can really be written.
The advantage of writing is that you can be alone in a quiet place, and organize words and logic that you can’t think of to say or say in person. Although the mail has countless benefits, the ink fades on the paper, the handwriting moves with the change of the writer’s mood, the yellowish temperature, and the freshness of the inflection and dancing are irreplaceable no matter what. In this day and age, receiving a letter from someone’s own hand can be said to be as precious as eating completely uncontaminated, additive-free food. It just so happens that this is one of the things I’m good at, so I’m also passionate about writing letters. How is it going? I miss you so much. A simple greeting and a few ordinary exhortations are sent to the recipient. After years and months, when they open it at any time, the recipient will remember that they have been cared for and missed in this way. I was looking forward to receiving letters from others, but I was late. I made up for it by expressing my concerns first. The only regret is that I don’t usually talk much, but I often write endlessly. It will take a lot of time.
I believe in a saying: if you want something, don’t ask for it, give it. Most things are done in the same way, and since the effect of force is mutual, I believe that the happiness that fills the heart comes from giving. Every comforting word and every taste made with heart may not set off any ripples, and there is no way that people can empathize with each other. But I believe in this willingness to feel and express, it paints the color and taste of the things you touch, and the biggest reward is that you yourself become a gift to the world.