Microblogs to Loved Ones

By Wang Xiaorui

Below is a collection of loving microblogs online.

@ Dad: When I got home this time, Mom praised you a lot—saying that you quit smoking and seldom drink wine now. You even developed a habit of walking every morning and evening. When you feel unwell, you go to see a doctor in time, paying special attention to your own health. I asked why you have changed, and you replied, “I had a dream that you were crying bitterly and feeling lonely without me one day.” My loving daddy, your words triggered my tears. You know such things are more meaningful than just an “I love you.”

@ Mom: One day I heard a woman calling out in the supermarket, “Mom, do dumplings need yeast?” At that moment I suddenly missed you so much. I think of you whenever I meet troubles, from doing laundry to childbirth and raising. If there is a phone number for me to dial out to report my trivial life and happy moments, it must be yours. Yesterday, I made a wish, “Mother is a beauty, so I wish to keep her beauty alive.” I promised myself.

@ Elder Sis: It's your daughter who made you angry, but you scolded me as well: “It is only you two in the world who make me worried, concerned, and troubled.” The more you talked, the more excited you got, until you burst into tears. I winced at the moment I heard this, but my heart was overflowing with boundless warmth. I know you're concerned about me, but I don't know how deep your love is. Sis, did I tell you how warm and comfortable this “only” is?

@ Younger Sis: You invited me to go to Tibet next year and to Cambodia the following year. You said, “Sis, when you are old, you can knock on your dentures with mine and touch your walking stick with mine to see which one is tougher.” Life with you is always so full and simple. But today, you make me cry. You said, “Sis, I make so many wishes and appointments with you for the future, because I'm afraid of losing you.” Time will put us on tenterhooks, but I believe our future will always be warm.

@ Hubby: On that snowy day, we intentionally went to a remote station to catch a bus so that we could have more time to appreciate the falling snow along the way. How I wished it could be colder, and freeze everything you said into small particles, so that I could collect them one by one, take them home and keep them hidden away. When I miss you, I can take one out, put it in my hand to heat it up, listen to your voice, turn it into water, and then refreeze it. I will listen to it again and again until I stop worrying about you. This love letter is for you on a business trip.

@ Son: When I was aching all over, I went outdoors for a massage. You, like a loyal tag along followed into the massage room, turning me upset and dizzy. I asked you to move to the outside hall several times, but you stubbornly refused to budge an inch. In the evening, you ordered me to lie prone on the bed, massaged my back presentably, and said, “Try this massage master. My skills were learned especially for you.” At this time, I forgot my pain, and was thankful for the aches.

@ Daughter: I tend to attribute some people and things to love and affection in a previous life—there are always so many likes, so much readiness, and willingness unexplainable. For many mysteries, I can only say that in prelife we had been together in the name of love or family bonds—either I loved you for a lifetime, or you loved me for a lifetime. On the morning you left, when you thought I was asleep, you stroked my hair gently. In fact, I just pretended to close my eyes tightly, feeling your reluctance to leave me.

(From Modern Women, June 2012. Translation: Qing Run)

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@老爸：这次回家，老妈狠狠地表扬了你，说你已经戒烟，也很少喝酒了，每天早晚还出去遛弯儿，有不舒服就及时去医院，特别注意身体。我问你为什么改变这么大，你说：“我有一天做梦，梦到没有了我，你哭得一塌糊涂，我怕没有我你会很孤单。”臭老爸，你让我的眼泪猝不及防，你知道，这比“我爱你”深沉得多。

@老妈：听到一个女人在超市里打电话说：“妈妈，包饺子要放酵母吗？”那一刻，我忽然特别想你。小到洗衣，大到生子，碰到难题，一定会想到你。如果有一串号码，拨出去，就拨向了琐碎的生活、安稳的幸福，那号码一定是你的。昨天，我向时光许了愿：“妈妈是个美人，岁月你别伤害她。”它答应我会慢慢走。

@老姐：明明你女儿惹你生气，你却连带着我一起教训：“唯独你俩让我操心，让我挂念，让我想起来就烦。”你越说越激动，直到哭得稀里哗啦。被教训的我挤眉弄眼，心里却是漫天漫地的温暖。我知道你挂念我，却不知道你的爱是如此厚重。姐，我有没有告诉你，这种“唯独”让人心里多暖多舒服？

@老妹：你约我明年去西藏，后年去柬埔寨。你说：“姐，老了可以用我的假牙敲敲你的假牙，用我的拐棍碰碰你的拐棍，看看谁的更结实。”有你相伴的生活，总是如此充盈而单纯。可今天，你却惹我流了泪。你说：“姐，我和你许愿那么多未来，约定那么多事情，是因为怕意外把我们分开。”时世惶惶，但我相信未来会总是温暖。

@老公：那个下雪天，我们特意走去很远的车站坐车，为的是可以在路上多看一会儿雪。我多想天再冷一些，把你说的话都冻成小颗粒，我一颗颗收集起来，带回家放进冰箱里，想你的时候，就拿出一颗放在手心里焐热，听听你的声音，化成水后再放回冰箱，可以一遍遍听下去，直到不挂念你。这封情书，给正在出差的你。

@儿子：身体痛，去做推拿，你像个跟屁虫一样，进了按摩室也寸步不离，转悠得我心烦加头晕，喊了几次让你去外面大厅，你执拗着不肯挪步。晚上，你命令我趴在床上，像模像样地给我按后背，说：“试试我这个按摩师的手艺，专门为你学的。”这时候，我讨厌病痛，却爱我的病身体。

@女儿：有些人，有些事，我开始归为前世的爱与情，不然怎么办呢？总有那么多的喜欢，那么多的甘心与情愿。对于这么多的莫名其妙，我只能说，前世我们在一起，或是爱情，或是亲情，不是我爱了你一世，就是被你爱了一世。离开的那天清晨，你以为我睡了，轻轻抚摸我的头发，其实我只是闭紧了眼睛，体会你的不舍得。

（摘自《现代妇女》2012年第6期）