Grand Canyon, glass bridge. This is the world's first and most famous glass bridge. Is it difficult to cross the glass bridge? It varies from person to person. Many people like this place, and the Chinese people are gradually becoming a red dot, especially in recent years, they have copied or created glass bridges in their own land. I have a fear of heights, but it doesn't prevent me from walking through the glass bridge. In fact, the things in the world, this person knows or feels difficult, and the person's practice is not necessarily difficult; in the same way, you think that others can do things easily, others are not necessarily easy. Some events, some relationships, people difficult or easy, have their own behind or deep factors, but we don't know. For me, this is a magical place. I took a selfie and the sun on my head suddenly passed through my skull, and it pierced through my cheeks, lower lips, and jaw. The light seems to refract or cross. Fun, is this a sun bath or a sun beard? For the sunlight around the head, friends learned friends Wenyou relatives and friends commented: It is a sheep beard. The god is here! This should be the legendary Buddha light. How bright are you! Funny lion. You are extraordinary. Plum comment: It's really rare, you also sent pictures. This day is April 14, 2014, 144414. Strange numbers. Just ten years ago, Plum seriously intersected with me; I remember one day, I said something heavy on the long-distance telephone across the ocean, and she suddenly cried, and then laughed again after crying. Probably she complained about the hypocritical dual personality smile tiger and so on, and I advised that people who are confident and self-respect do not care how others are, have to learn to be inclusive and stand by others. Just two years ago, I met Chris, Swallow, Princess and I met the last side of the plum. After the plum commented on this sentence, he almost "break" with me. So the only "red-faced" confidant and literary friend who can correspond to poetry has essentially parted ways since. That is to say, there is one of us who has not walked through the glass bridge. Many roads have passed by bridges, many bridges have passed unknowingly, but some travel companions have stepped on the glass bridge. The same is true for life. (❁ ◡ `❁) As Meizi wrote in "Loneliness and Happiness": During that time, I was exhausted by insomnia. One day, dawn after dawn, in my eyes, I was unable to bear it. The darkness and loneliness of the endless oppression made me want to cry. I texted Jaiming and asked in pinyin: Are you sleeping? But I didn't get his call until noon the next day. Jemming said he called you immediately after receiving the text message, but it didn't work. It is obvious that distance is not shortened by the desire to shorten, at least, I need voice to drive me away from loneliness, the Pacific relentlessly separated us. Everything is born and cannot be changed. Love and friendship do not change loneliness, at most makes loneliness vivid and profound. Eventually, Sin and Happiness became the last essay she signed me, just as Plum Zhaozhao was the only essay or essay I wrote to her many years later.