Besides reading, eorresponding with bosom friends can also delight me to some degree, for I can talk whatever I like in the letter, desultory trifles and disordered language maybe. Yet I needn’t weigh my words or measure my tone in a manner as refined as speaking publicly, nor do I have to organize my ideas in a way as precisely as composing a paper. My pen tracks my mind wherever it runs. Thus those words in my letter are indeed the spontaneous overflow of my personality, and the true voice of my heart. I enjoy such release when dropping a line, and I believe my friends must have the same feeling when reading those lines.