Chapter 106 dream inspired

I wake up from a good dream. I dreamed that a young man who seemed to be a tour guide took me upstairs and opened several Japanese-style doors that were lightly pasted with paper while talking, and the room was suddenly lit up.Outside the building railings are some endless sparkling lake lights!The young man said: "In front of this is Taihu Lake, the scenery is so beautiful. If you can come back here, how many articles will you not write? See if all your things are here?" I followed his finger and looked, Sure enough, my snow-white pillow and thin quilt were still spread out on the tatami; my paper pen and a small drawing ruler were still on the low table. When I picked up the small ruler, I suddenly woke up. up.

In a cheerful and joyful mood, I turned on the small flashlight next to my pillow and looked at the little horseshoe clock next to my pillow. The time was 4:10 in the morning.I closed my eyes again and recalled the places I had visited in my dreams with a smile: there were paper doors and tatami mats, like my apartment in Japan, but there were only alleys in front of that building, and there was no lake view.I am in the silent house on Mount Santai in Chenggong, Yunnan. Opposite my desk is Kunming Lake a few miles away.From my Qianlu in Geleshan, Chongqing, what I can see is the Jialing River winding like a belt more than ten miles below the mountain.This dream is to project these pictures overlappingly, and set up a place for me to write articles facing Taihu Lake!

The Taihu Lake in front of the building in the dream is a picture of the calendar on the wall that I accidentally noticed during the day, and the small ruler was drawn out of a pen holder on a desk yesterday by me. The child broke it.This desk used to belong to my wife, but now it belongs to my daughter, because she lives in this room now. My wife was squeezed into my small nine-square-meter room and shared a desk with me.We sat side by side like elementary school students, a man and a woman, each with a drawer.He reads when I read, and he writes when I write. We always interfere with each other.I can't go out now, I can only hope that he will go out for a meeting or something, so that I can have some alone time... Did I ever wish that there was a desk of my own facing the lake in front of me in my subconscious mind?It's hard to say!

It is said that when a person is old, he always lives in memories, and what he thinks, speaks, writes, and even dreams are all past things.I would like to think to the other extreme, that is, when a person is young, he always lives in his dreams, and what he thinks, speaks, writes, and even dreams are all things in the future.The ideal is also a dream, and a teenager should have his own dream.Dream about yourself, your country, and the future of mankind, and see many scenes that you think are beautiful, overlapping to form a new and most beautiful picture, and then you and your friends will use your life's efforts to realize and complete it.Then, this kind of cheerful and joyful mood will not be smaller than this good dream I had!