On a tired afternoon more than ten years ago, a high school geography teacher, who was probably not a few years out of graduation, played this movie in the classroom. This should be the first time I've seen a Tom Hanks movie, but I only remember Meg Ryan's slightly playful, slightly upturned nose. The standard dogma of industrial civilization in the story destroys the idyllic warmth of company. But the age of technology also has its heart-warming memories: the dial tone of logging into the mailbox in the movie more than once brought me back to the summer of 16 years ago. After listening to the sound of footsteps, I just got into the room to let the 56k kitten babble and fly into the vast and colorful world with MSN colorful butterflies. In the early days of the Internet, email exchanges were so desirable. With the help of high-tech speed, the book can be transferred instantly with the tap of a button, and there is no longer the anxiety of waiting for the fish to pass the ruler. The most attractive thing is that the first experience breaks the daily circle of friends and connects countless strangers. Everyone is probably curious about strangers. Calling each other across the machine, and erasing the embarrassment of looking at each other and saying goodbye, but I can concentrate on the back-and-forth emails, and secretly open the curtain to take an unreal glance at other people's lives. A group of new netizens who are newcomers to the virtual world still maintain a polite and decent appearance. Now that I see a lot of comment areas filled with gunpowder smoke, I occasionally miss the dial-up era when there was no information highway and only sheep intestines trails.
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