"Writing a letter is about the son..." After his father passed away, he opened the letter he wrote to him manually, but he could never read it again

That day, on the dinner table, Bi gave me a small letter. I looked at her with doubts. What is this?
"I sorted out. Didn't I say I wanted to give you all your letters last time?" We are all around the age of eighty now. When did these letters be written?
Bi, Hua, Na, and I, after being admitted to the female teacher school at the age of fifteen, became good friends since then because of the same class and similar personalities. After graduation, he coincidentally became a colleague again. How can I write a letter when I live together every day?
After I got home, I couldn't wait to open the envelopes and took out the letter to see what I had written in the past. After reading a letter, I remembered that it was in the 76th and 77th years of the Republic of China. Because his husband was invited to Prague to teach Chinese literature for two years, Bi moved home. This letter was the "finished product" at that time.
Many things I forgot were mentioned in the letter, and I remembered it. It turned out that our "strongly sad" Yu Yue left claw marks on the letter one by one. After the computer became popular, it was said that no one wrote a letter again. As soon as the message was released, it was received instantly. Who else went to write word by word, then fold it carefully, and go to the mailing bureau to paste the mailing ticket, and then put it in the mailbox?
"How fast does a computer type? Messages go back and forth in seconds." Friends often remind me: "Writing a letter is a matter of uploading."
But some people are moved: "The letters from a computer feel no feelings." It is correct, and the message is well transmitted very quickly, but it feels like it is a little less.
The treasures of living in the United States for a long time have made me very surprised. She sent an airline letter from Texas, the United States. It was not a computer-type word, but her beautiful handwriting. She wrote two pages and a full letter paper, reporting that she was retired and that she became a grandmother and how cute her daughter was.
So, when we two people communicated with each other, it was a real letter that was not fashionable at any time. Every time we received it, we felt that this was a true letter, a true letter that made me feel her emotions. She was also very happy. She said, "This is like a letter. When I call out a computer, I always feel it looks a bit like a document!"
What she said was also my feeling. After that, I had a long time to happily post mail tickets and stick envelopes at the mail office, then walked to the mail office outside the mail office, carefully looked at the red tube, and happily cast photos of my recent life, so that she could learn from the far side.
Actually, I started writing letters at a very young age. No, we should start writing a reply! The letter sent to me was my father, and his letter was sent from the Taiwan Green Island Mail Bureau. The envelope is not my name, but my mother's name. There is an editor on the back of the envelope: the first number of Ping characters and the second number of Ping characters. If you don't remember how many numbers you wrote, you will change "ping" to "An", the first number of An characters and the second number of An characters …… The letter sent by the father is like this.
My mother thought she would not write a letter, so she asked me to reply. She taught me to write a letter in my tone: "Love Dad: We are all good, you are good there too, right? The weather is getting cold, so please pay attention to adding clothes……"
The letters we sent should also be numbered, which should be consistent with the letters from my father. The difference is that we should add a word "全", the first number of the word "全" and the second number of the word "全" …….
My father's letter is more interesting. He will tell us, "It's so cool that we need to buy cotton sweaters. The pocket money is not enough, so we can send it." Or, "Some people on the team have a cold, and my body is not damaged, and I have not been infected." After the Chinese New Year, my father told us, "The team has a tooth sacrifice, and I have eaten very rich, so please rest assured."
The reply letters here always come from those few sentences, "Be careful with your body." "Is there any pocket money?", and every letter is mentioned.
Later, I don’t know who remembered it first, so I asked me to write down the recent essay and copy it on the back of the letter. In this way, our letter seems to be "informed", and I can steal it. Just ask Ping An. The empty message paper behind it will be used instead of …….
My father was in Green Island for more than twelve years. Because of his good performance during the "training" period, the Republic of China returned to the north in the 53rd year. My grandson and I were able to connect in the following year with the witness and blessings from our parents. My father did not come back with any "baggage", and of course he did not bring back the letter I wrote. However, it is the greatest blessing that people come back. He had amoebia dysentery there, which made us very worried and once thought we would never see each other again. It is a great blessing to be able to meet again and call him "Dad".
The letters sent by my father from Green Island, I have kept them preciously. My father went to Heaven. I wanted to read the letter he wrote to me manually. What did he tell me that year?
I tried to read the letter, but as soon as I saw the two words "Qingyan" in my head, I collapsed and had no choice but to read it again. Once or twice, I watched several lines hard, but it was still useless and the ground was flowing continuously, so I couldn't continue.. I really don’t understand. There was nothing written in the letter, it was just a report of peace. Why do I cry and can’t stand it every time?
After moving to the nursing home, I went back to the old house to sort out. When I saw my father's thick letter, I gritted my teeth and made up my mind to read it well. What did my father say to me, who was ten years old that year?
This time, I didn't cry because I saw the familiar words "Qingyan" in my pen, but I just picked up the letter from the packaging cost and just looked through it. The paper of the letter has fallen and I want to protect it. When they were at their time, they were too late. Everything they encountered turned into butterflies and flew over and over. The words my father told me fell in the light. In the end, I still couldn't read the letters written by my father in full, or the flow of purity continued, or I could not read the letters written by my father to me as I wished.