虽然中间偏后的时候有点不知所云，但确实是难得的文章，解毒。

如果是凡客的软文，那我确实要佩服凡客的策划和营销，绝对是世界级的人才。

鉴于原创者已不可考，直接来源如下：

http://www.douban.com/group/topic/21983300/

整理衣物发现我真的有很多凡客啊，暗自啧到：我真是他妈太没品了，土鳖一个。
每天坐地铁穿梭在这个中国最繁华的城市地下，我发现我的前后左右至少统统被苹果包围，如果不是苹果也是个屏幕大的吓人的HTC啥的。对于电子产品几乎提不起任何兴趣，于是我又一次隐约感觉到口袋里的诺基亚对我啧到：你丫真是个土鳖。
我试图认识一些牌子的标志，这样至少你认识别人不会说你土吧。经过一番努力，除了那个LV（我靠学过英语的都认识）之外……看到李宁、匹克的时候我也总是安慰自己，基德拿了总冠军穿的都是匹克，也算是大牌子啊。看吧，我丫就是个土鳖。
不习惯看电子杂志，每次都捧着一本书或者杂志，总觉得看纸质的东西有亲切感。看到人家看个电子书啥的，哎呀，我捧个大杂志，土呀。
还有最令人诟病的是我对娱乐人物的消息也知之甚少，经常跟朋友聊天时看到他们冲我惊呼：你竟然不知道XXX和OOO……XXX和OOO……。我……我……认识张学友，李宗盛啥的。好吧，我不但土鳖还有代沟~
是的，我的确是一个土的掉渣的人。我特变羡慕那些能叫出很多大牌子的人，并且很喜欢听他们讲述这个牌子怎么怎么好，那个牌子怎么怎么牛逼。因为对我来说这些话语似乎打开了另一个世界的一条门缝。
亚瑟·叔本华说，生命是一团欲望，欲望不满足便痛苦，满足便无聊。人生就在痛苦和无聊之间摇摆。对于我这种人，你完全可以看作是无从消受那些名品后的阿Q精神，自娱自乐。
昨天看郎教授采访郭美美，郭美美说她以前不是这样的，是那种看着家里不需要的开着灯都会职责妈妈的小女孩儿。后来到了北京电影学院后因为身边的人都这样 才变成这样的。我叔叔为了让儿子上本科，花重金送孩子去了南京艺术学院。本来挺腼腆的一个小伙子，上了一年学染了长发，帮着辫子，每天逛夜店。
为什么会是这个样子呢？
在我们不知道所以然的时候，很容易受到周边环境的影响。身边人的价值取向变成了我们的价值取向，身边人的美变成了我们的美，身边人的需求变成了我们的需 求。从前只会用Auto的孩纸也买起了单反，从来不用手机上网玩游戏的孩纸也买起了Iphone，街边卖糖炒栗子的姐姐也穿起了黑丝，不想考公务员的孩纸 都不是好孩纸。
突然间，世界趋同了，身边的人都一样了。大学扩招了，精英教育变成了通才教育，我们就像一个流水线上的产品，用同样的模具塑造出来。像钱钟书先生一样的数学考零分的坏孩子没有了，像钱伟长校长一样弃文从理的疯孩子没有了，因为大家都去考公务员了。
方文山在北大演讲时说过：“所谓的“质感”指的就是一个东西的材质、与它外观上的美学设计，及其整体的精致度。我们会喜欢买一些价钱偏高的名牌包，譬如 LV、Gucci等，是因为直觉的就喜欢那些名牌所代表的价值与品味。一般人总是很自然的会去追求名牌衣饰的质感，但却忽略了买此类商品的人，其本身却往 往没有什么质感。”
一个表达别人 / 只为表达自己的人，是病人 / 一个表达别人 / 就像在表达自己的人，是诗人（张枣《虹》）。我的理解是我们做的很多事情都是在为了获得别人的认可，却忽略了如何表达自己。
我们穿西装讲英语喝红酒是为了迎合国际化的需要，获得金发黄毛的认可。但是最能表达我们的是什么？是唐诗宋词，是棒子说是他们的粽子，是三皇五帝到洪武之治的华夏衣冠。日本人逢年过节尚且穿和服，我们呢？
我们能在各种运动会上摘金夺银是为了获得世人的认可，为了让别人看到中华民族强大，国民素质提高。于是把那么十几二十个人圈在那里练啊练练啊练。邓华德对 《纽约时报》的记者说：“在一个十三亿人的地方我居然找不到一个后卫。”学北欧打身体对抗，学西欧打整体配合，学南美打技术足球，学来学去都忘了自己怎么 踢了。一个姚明表达不了中国高度，一个刘翔表达不了中国速度。真正有血性的人，绝不曲意求得别人重视，也不怕别人忽视。
听个交响乐就有文化，听个郭德纲就是土鳖；喝个咖啡就有文化，喝个大腕儿茶就是土鳖；吃个披萨就是有文化，来俩煎饼果子就是土鳖。吃二两饺子不来头大蒜那 都不是爷们儿，什么是文化？饭后遛个鸟儿，哼个曲儿是文化；二胡小提琴都分不清的还张口闭口的贝多芬德彪西也是文化。
陈丹青酒过三旬一口一个他妈的，道：“过年放鞭炮，见了爷爷奶奶磕头拜年，这叫文化。”
《非诚勿扰》有一期里一个男嘉宾说他的爱好是喜欢交响乐……如果不是在电视里，要是有人在我这种下里巴人面前说出他的这种爱好，我鸡皮疙瘩都得掉一地。姑 且不论是真喜欢呢，还是附庸风雅让只是为了让别人觉得自己有范儿，有文化。谁料，一个女嘉宾说，我也喜欢交响乐，经常去国家大剧院听交响乐。问男嘉宾，你 去过吗？男嘉宾尴尬……没……。黄菡老师问：“不去国家大剧院就不能喜欢交响乐了吗……”
孤独的心必是充盈的心，充盈得要流溢出来要冲涌出去，便渴望有人呼应他，收留他，理解他（胡适）。倘若你不能忍受这种孤独，就必然走向盲目的屈从和随大 流。表达一个真实的自己不能盲目的屈从随大流吧，最为拙劣的表现就是：晒。可以晒的东西，要么是你想得到大家的认可，要么是你想表达自己。辩证的讲，这两 点不冲突，但是如果透露着过于浓烈的物欲气息与清高自恃总是让人反感。
一座没有教堂的城市，必然在钢筋混凝土里迷失。没有文化的祭奠，盲目的追求物欲必然让人迷失。The world has been made by fools that wise men should live in it（Oscar Wilde）.用力所能及的事情与物质条件表达一个真实的，清浅可人的自己就变得难能可贵。不自信的人才会更加看重别人的看法，为了迎合别人的看法而去可 以改变自己，实在可悲。
一个喜欢吃大排档男孩子的和一个喜欢吃西餐女孩子的如何能走到一起呢？可以的，只要善于发现对方的喜好的可爱之处。
一对都吃路边摊的情侣为何最终没有走到一起呢？因为女孩儿从内心里想吃的是披萨。
一个吃路边摊的男孩儿如何追求一个吃披萨的女孩儿呢？要么让自己看起来喜欢吃，吃得上，吃的明白披萨，要么让女孩子喜欢上路边摊。但是往往前者容易些，于是一个悲剧开始了……
一对喜欢吃路边摊的男女如何能走到最后呢？一么，偶尔吃吃披萨，知道那东西有多难吃。二么，开开心的吃咱们的路边摊，让吃披萨的吃去吧。三么，告诉自己的孩子粽子和屈原都是中国的，不是棒子的。
汪峰说信仰不是某个口号。它可以是一包烟，一颗树，你家门前的一条河。信仰也不等于宗教，你在跌入低谷的时候去烧香，好了去还愿这也不是信仰……信仰应该是内心中从不动摇的信念，不因生活的好坏，命运起伏而改变。
老一辈人吃不饱穿不暖，要实现社会主义，翻身做主人，这是信仰；新一代人用Iphone吃披萨，谁谈社会主义啥的都被鄙视为傻逼，想买个Ipad，这是信仰？
父亲说年轻的时候，听苏小朋的《军港之夜》，想象自己穿上水手衫站在船舷上，看着海风亲亲的吹，海浪轻轻地摇，激动地夜不能寐。头枕着波涛，露出甜美的微笑……听《年轻的朋友来相会》那真的就有一种热血澎湃的干劲儿，要为祖国，为家乡建设奉献一切……
这样的故事现在听起来都是笑谈吧？可是这一辈人老了。吃披萨拿Iphone的我们来了，看着《还珠格格》，听着《爱情买卖》的我们来了，气势汹汹的来了……
北岛说，我和这个世界不熟。 这并非是我撕裂的原因。 我依旧有很多完整， 至少我要成全我自己。我，到底要成为怎样的我？表达怎样的我？塑造怎样的我？没有人告诉我。我们都在经历一场随机的，赌注是一生的赌博。
没有信仰让我们迷失，没有理想让我们滞足，没有文化让我们轻佻。没有父母我们将一事无成，那父母年轻的时候，俺们村儿三年自然灾害寸草不生，父母靠的又是什么？
徒然学会了抗拒热闹，却还来不及透悟真正的冷清（张大春《四喜忧国》）。 所有的人都在催促我们，催我们上大学上研究生上硕士上博士，催我们工作挣钱挣大钱挣挣钱钱，催我们买房结婚生孩子，催我们考公务员当官当大官当大官官。
梭罗说：使我们失去视觉的那种光明，对于我们是黑暗。只有我们睁开眼睛醒过来的那一天，天才亮了。天亮的日子多着呢。太阳不过是一个晓星。
当我们身边的XX家越来越少，XX长XX经理XX主席越来越多。我们更加凌乱了，迷惑了，儿时的一切梦想都溺水在尿不湿里的时候。谁来给我们一记闪亮的耳光，让我们再次睁开双眼，看清自己，看清世界，看清未来？
胡适说，生命本没有意义，你要能给他什么意义，他就有什么意义。与其终日冥想人生有何意义，不如试用此生做点有意义的事。
我不是空想家。
杜拉斯说，经历过孤独的日子，我终于喜欢上自己的无知，与它们相处感到惬意，如同它是一炉旺火。这时就该听任火焰的缓缓燃烧，不说一句话表示自己对无论何事的看法。必须在无知中自我更新。
我不是无知者。

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断断续续玩了好久，终于通关了。而剧情则始终不能让人理解。其实我也曾联想到一点点在以下解读中提到的细节，但是无法看到全部。

虽然是很好的解读，但是让人觉得看了之后这个游戏变得没有像以前那般的神秘和富有哲理。

无论如何，来自http://www.rllmukforum.com/index.php?showtopic=190136 的解读：

 

Apologies for making a new thread, but I didn’t think all of this could be spoiler boxed, and there are people in the Braid thread who might not want to read some things. But me and a friend have noticed a few things about Braid, and thought they were interesting enough to share.
Wankhat disclaimer: Braid is a game that involves climbing ladders and picking up keys. However, it also has a plot, and you could quite easily complete the game without ever really coming across half of it.
This is that half.
(All of this is the work of both myself and a guy called razedinwhite.)
Braid is a story that focuses on the development and deployment of the atomic bomb, and the irreversible impact it had on all human conflicts thereafter. At the very same time, it deals with the very human story of a relationship breaking down due to one person’s obsessive need to control this power. Finally, at certain points, the perspective of the bomb creator as a child comes through.
No, seriously.
The main source for all of this comes straight from the passages of the texts found in the epilogue screens, all of which are laid out openly below. Each screen has an alternative passage laid out, which only appears once Tim is located behind an object in the foreground. The italicised text is the alternative.
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The boy called for the girl to follow him, and he took her hand. He would protect her; they would make their way through this oppressive castle, fighting off the creatures made of smoke and doubt, escaping to a life of freedom,
The boy wanted to protect the girl. He held her hand, or put his arm around her shoulders in a walking embrace, to help her feel supported and close to him amid the impersonal throngs of Manhattan. They turned and made their way toward the Canal St. subway station, and he picked a path through the jostling crowd.
His arm weighed upon her shoulders, felt constrictive around her neck. “You’re burdening me with your ridiculous need,” she said. Or, she said: “You’re going the wrong way and you’re pulling me with you.” In another time, another place, she said: “Stop yanking on my arm; you’re hurting me!”

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I’m coming back to this one in a second. For now, take note of the location (Manhattan), and the somewhat schizophrenic splitting of events hinted in the alt text. Three women are shown speaking; the first being the spurned partner, the second being that of the bomb, the third being that of the mother of a persistent child.
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He worked his ruler and his compass. He inferred. He deduced. He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. He was searching for the Princess, and he would not stop until he found her, for he was hungry. He cut rats into pieces to examine their brains, implanted tungsten posts into the skulls of water-starved monkeys.
Ghostly, she stood in front of him and looked into his eyes. “I am here,” she said. “I am here. I want to touch you.” She pleaded: “Look at me! But he would not see her; he only knew hot to look at the outside of things.

Again; I want to come back after the big reveal. But the search for the ‘Princess’ is important, and the description of a man obsessed with observing, with deducing but never really knowing.
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He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. Through these clues he would find the Princess, see her face. After an especially fervent night of tinkering, he kneeled behind a bunker in the desert; he held a piece of welder’s glass up to his eyes and waited.

The desert unarguably being that of New Mexico; the bunker, the safe observation point for one of the single most important landmarks in the pursuit of scientific knowledge.

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On that moment hung eternity. Time stood still. Space contracted to a pinpoint. It was as though the earth had opened and the skies split. One felt as though he had been privileged to witness the Birth of the World…[1]

The above paragraph is a direct quotation (hence the footnote) from Robert Jay Lifton’s The Broken Connection, of which you can read some of right here: <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=WPiLtmZrG…esult#PPA371,M1" target="_blank">http://books.google.com/books?id=WPiLtmZrG…esult#PPA371,M1</a>
He describes in painful detail the explosion of the nuclear bomb, the first cry of a newborn world. Robert Jay Lifton himself was a psychologist, notable for his work around the effects on war and genocide on the human condition.

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Someone near him said: “It worked.”
Someone else said: “Now we are all sons of bitches.”

The famous words of Kenneth Tompkins Bainbridge, uttered directly after the successful detonation of the first nuclear bomb, the “Trinity Test.”

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She stood tall and majestic. She radiated fury. She shouted: “Who has disturbed me?” But then, anger expelled, she felt the sadness beneath; she let her breath fall softly, like a sigh, like ashes floating gently on the wind.
She couldn’t understand why he chose to flirt so closely with the death of the world.

The alternative text, written from the viewpoint of the bomb itself. The direct aftermath of the explosion, the fallout, and a failure to understand why anyone would want to bring such a thing into the world.

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The candy store. Everything he wanted was on the opposite side of that pane of glass. The store was decorated in bright colours, and the scents wafting out drove him crazy. He tried to rush for the door, or just get closer to the glass, but he couldn’t. She held him back with great strength. Why would she hold him back? How might he break free of her grasp? He considered violence.
They had been here before on their daily walks. She didn’t mind his screams and his shrieks, or the way he yanked painfully on her braid to make her stop. He was too little to know better.
She picked him up and hugged him: “No, baby”, she said. He was shaking. She followed his gaze toward the treats sitting on pillows behind the glass: the chocolate bar and the magnetic monopole, the It-From-Bit and the Ethical Calculus; and so many other things, deeper inside. “Maybe when you’re older, baby,” she whispered, setting him back on his feet and leading him home, “Maybe when you’re older.”
Every day thereafter, as before, she always walked him on a route that passed in front of a candy store.

John Wheeler’s It-From-Bit theory describes that "… every it–every particle, every field of force, even the spacetime continuum itself- derives its function, its meaning, its very existence entirely–even if in some contexts indirectly–from the apparatus-elicited answers to yes-or-no questions, binary choices, _bits_."
(If we were being really analytical, Quantum theory also has things to say around (at a base level) multiple worlds existing at the same time, in alternative states.)
The Ethical Calculus “refers to any method of determining a course of action in a circumstance that is not explicitly evaluated in one’s ethical code.” Not too much of a leap to state that the deployment of nuclear technology at the end of World War II was one of the biggest ethical dilemmas encountered by mankind.
The Princess is the bomb, and we are being told the story of a man so focused on the development and harnessing of an immensely destructive power that it inevitably falls out of his hands, and into the wider world. One of the pre-word books reads;
"This improvement, day by day, takes him ever-closer to finding the Princess. if she exists – she must! – she will transform him, and everyone."
It is, simultaneously, the story of a relationship so burdened by a man’s obsessive, inquisitive nature that the search for his ‘Princess’, his power is the one thing that drives them apart. More;
"Through all the nights that followed, she still loved him as though he had stayed, to comfort her and protect her, Princess be damned."
The hub, the city burst into flame at the title sequence as the brightest of lights burns in the background, could easily be seen to be Manhattan.
http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1994/cam0656ha0.th.jpg
Again, mentioned in the epilogue texts, and quite significantly, the placing of two very distinctive towers in the background of the attic screen.
http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/2132/cam0659ep8.th.jpg
One of the paintings also shows a World War II era poster on the side of a building located on a busy U.S. street, as a young man stares mournfully into flame.
http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/4327/cam0658gj8.th.jpg
The Princess, somehow harnessed and shackled, looms ominously in the sky, overshadowing everyone and everything with a threat, a power that can’t be taken back. Can’t be reversed.
http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/7671/cam0657yr0.th.jpg
Stolen from another forum; the flags at the end of each world are nautical flags.
World 2: N
World 3: U
World 4: L
World 5: X
World 6: K
N: No
U: You are (standing into/approaching) danger
L: Stop instantly
X: Stop carrying out your intentions
K: You should stop, I have something important to communicate
The warnings directed towards a man intent on bringing an indescribable power into being.
Think about the ending. A purging wall of flame chases Tim and the princess, all the way up to the point of Tim is found lurking outside a bedroom window. At this point everything reverses; Tim is now chasing her, not following. She is now trying to trap and block Tim from ever reaching her, not aid his progression. Instead of trying to escape the hands of an aggressive knight, he is now the one figure that takes her away from Tim’s ‘ridiculous need’, his obsession with control.
And the one point that rounds all this off – in the pursuit of the eighth star, Tim finally manages to reach the upper half of the screen, and come into contact with the princess herself. What happens?
She fucking explodes.

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首先从笑声说起——

喜欢把“哈”当成习惯的人大部分都比较聪明，但会与对方保持一种距离感，有时也仅仅是为了客套而装作感兴趣的样子，常用者大部分保持在20-25岁的年纪，几乎不带有感情色彩。

喜欢把“哈哈”挂在嘴边的人大部分都是比较豪爽开朗的人，他们在打出这个字的时候很有可能真的在屏幕后咧开嘴巴笑了起来，任何年纪的都有，基本上可以判定为这是一个乐观的家伙。

经常“哈哈哈……(甚至更多)”的人，要么是真的碰上了好笑的事情，同时也说明了这是个对待朋友心理不设防的人；要么就是闲的无聊，只能用手指连续在H和A之间跳跃来掩饰自己的无所事事并假装精神充实异常乐观。

最讨厌的就是“呵呵”的人，如果是陌生人或者工作关系倒无可厚非，但如果是你的同学或网友，还是尽量远离他/她吧，因为他/她的心里已经把你判定为比陌生人还陌生的人了。——大多数情况下，“呵呵”基本上跟“我是一个傻逼”传递出来的是一个意思。

然后从标点说起——

说话基本不加标点符号的人有许多，他们大部分都用空格来代替。这种人有点小聪明，在一些事情上会尽量走捷径，甚至有些懒惰。比较抠门，无论是对待他人还是自己。当然，也有例外，但并不常见。

标点符号异常整齐的人也大有人在，他们连一个句号都不会落下。这帮人的年纪基本上都在25岁以上，通过工作的关系可能会经常遇到，他们做事严谨，为人成熟，朋友很少（工作关系之外的）。

喜欢用“……”和“。。。”的人心底大多比较柔软，没有坏心眼，同时也会反映出他/她对待事情的优柔寡断，大部分会有选择恐惧症。不过两者还是有细微差别的，前者更容易被未成年人所钟爱，后者更经常被应用于好朋友之间的谈话，配合上“哈哈哈。。。”。具体的心理就不过多阐释了，这是一种很微妙的现象。

善用(*^o^*)、O(∩_∩)O、o(￣ヘ￣o＃)、o(╯□╰)o……之类表情的人，大部分都是年轻女生，用以更为生动的表达自己的心境。但只有一个表情是例外，那就是 ^_^ ，这个表情被应用的最为淋漓尽致的人便是罗永浩，你可以在他的英语学校里的招聘启事上无数次遇到。——它是比“呵呵”还要欠揍的一个东西，但用起来非常爽，不信下次试试。

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看了下大家的回复，好多豆友提到了喜欢使用”~”这个符号说明了什么心理。这个，实在是不好说，因为我平生最爱的就是这个小波。爱用这个符号的人似乎遍布全球各地，相对于做事严谨的人来说，他们大部分都活得比较随性，热衷于积极乐观的生活，普遍都还具有一颗经久不衰的童心。不好的一面当然也有，那就是偶尔会办一些不太靠谱的事，甚至还会有推卸责任的坏习惯。

还有豆友提到不喜欢用“。。。”也不喜欢用“……”的，他们喜欢用“…”，是把省略号去掉一半。这类人做事比较保守，潜意识里偶尔会有追求完美的小心思作祟。性格上大部分都比较温和，会比较在意对方的感受，同时更在意的是自己在网络上的形象。他们觉得用……过于冗长，用。。。又略显轻浮，所以半个省略号，既能把那种欲言又止的意思点到了，在分寸上也拿捏的恰到好处。

由于头像和表情的应用范围实在太广，而且有的分析说出来势必会以偏概全，当然也不排除引发众怒的可能，所以考虑再三，还是决定在帖子下采用跟帖的方式进行讨论。只是要提出一点忠告，尽量不要选择自己的真实照片来作为网上的头像。原因有很多，最具有说服力的就是连人肉搜索的初学者们都可以通过你的真实头像挖出其他的一切信息。

下面来说说最简单的打字速度吧，这个比较好概括。

在这个年代，大家的打字速度基本上都不算慢，但细分下来，还是可以辨别出人物性格的。

聊天时最普遍的一种情况就是说话像连珠炮似的人，跟他们聊天，QQ可以一直响个不停。有意思的现象是，即便是要说一件很复杂的事情，他/她也会一句一句的说。事实上，他们并不需要你的认同，但你如果在每一句后都跟上一个“嗯”或者“然后呢”，他们也会非常高兴。这种情况与现实里的聊天还有些不一样，如果你在热切聊天时也希望得到频繁的回应——即与上述描述基本相同的话，那么十有八九，很不幸，大家都是一类人——在现实里遇到陌生人时都有些不善言谈，除非遇到了非常好的朋友，或是你在心里已经将对方归类为自己的朋友时才会像网上一样滔滔不绝。而那些在现实里同样口才绝佳的家伙们，在网上说话时虽也像连珠炮，但绝不会期盼你的回应，他们把话说出来，就舒服多了。

有的人打字并不是很快，但说的话却幽默风趣，这样的人大部分都比较有城府，下次再遇到的话，你可以将他/她刚刚说出的比较有意思的话利用google或是baidu搜一下，有可能会是别人的牙慧。如果任何搜索引擎都搜不到，而这个人的话又确实很有意思的话，这起码可以说明一点，他是个精神成熟的老网虫，可惜思维有点儿慢，故作一下幽默得耗死不少脑细胞。不过，这批人后来大部分都在新浪微博上成名了……

如果碰到打字超快的，让你连回复都插不上话的，那么恭喜你，他/她对你应该是很有好感的。这类人在20岁以下的年轻人里经常出现，他们打字偶尔还会有错别字，隔两三句就会发一个表情作为挑逗的讯号。有时候，说话，并不只是为了说话，互相用表情回复上几十个回合的事儿也经常会在他们之间发生。

就先分析到这儿吧，这篇分析肯定相当片面，但从豆瓣上的数百条表示肯定的回复上看来，还是有一定的可参考价值的。但愿能帮上你一把，尤其是那些在网络上情窦初开的少男少女们（你们怎么这么早就混豆瓣了）。如有哪条分析不当，戳到了您的G点，就请您在下面指出来，下次一定会多加改正。理解万岁，再次感谢。