Maybe I'm still lazy after all, and the framework of the original idea in my mind has been formed, but I am reluctant to put pen to paper. Even the books that usually see the light in the eyes are hastily turned a few pages and thrown aside.

Lately I've been plagued by nightmares, one after another. I only slept for two hours for two days in a row. It was late at night, but it was rare to be awake. At noon, it was easy to muster up the courage to get some sleep, only to be awakened again. The atmosphere has been deserted to this point, and there is a cold sweat behind him.

Dreams are the most absurd and uninhibited things, but they are also terrifying. In the middle of the night, I locked myself in a hut, deserted. Think about it, it's just a hasty end of life. I felt that I owed too much and didn't pay it back, so I finally dispelled this idea.

I used to always want to warm others, but now I am lying in the bed, and I can't warm myself anymore. Looking at the sand and sea water brought back from Qingdao, I felt a little faint, and took out my mobile phone to make a call, but found that I was in arrears. Anyway, if you are still like this, how can you bear to disturb others. Fighting spirit is also fighting for itself, how can you become a Buddha on the ground.

I feel that I owe too much, too much, and I am humbled to the dirt. Always make others wait, and one day you will lose patience. Or just one step too late, and if you lose it, it's hard to find a trace. In the end, what was left was all over the place.

I thought of a dream I had a few days ago, dreaming of a car accident in my childhood, and it was inevitable that I would cry after waking up. Grandpa took me across the road on his bicycle. Who would have thought that my aunt, who was bent on chasing us, was hit to the ground by an oncoming bus. She finally couldn't catch up with us, and her footsteps stopped, and she was frozen here for the rest of her life, only three kilometers from home. It was a summer evening, and the sunset was painted on the ground mixed with the bright red, and the eyes of the piercing people could not be opened. When I went to the hospital with my grandmother, I saw that my aunt was surrounded by cold ice cubes. No matter how young and ignorant I was, I felt the cold. I knew it was the yin of the morgue. You're tired, and you really need to rest. This sleep is yin and yang.

In the days after she died, I vaguely remember that my grandmother had been holding a rusty copper coin. put it on the table to make it stand up, but it was always unsatisfactory, but it never gave up, and it didn't know what to say. As he spoke, his eyes turned red. Occasionally when she stood up, she burst into tears and laughed, but I could see how sad she was laughing. He took my little hand and said, "Zhou, look, your aunt is back." That's when I realized that my grandmother had been waiting for my aunt to come home, and no one would stop even if it was just a copper coin thrown on the ground.

I thought I had forgotten it, and the only thing I had was every time I went back to my hometown, I felt a little sour in my heart at the intersection of that late summer sunset. But I never thought that she had taken deep root in my heart. Years later, it suddenly ran into my dream.

More than a decade later, I only remember the name of the village where you got married, but I can't remember the location of your new home. Next to the little mound where you rest, the pure land that cherished my childhood dreams, or the grass has grown, or the windless forest has bloomed, or ...... Who knows.

You are so ruthless that your grandmother has waited for you for so many years. Maybe that's when grandma wants to go to you. It's just that he can't let us go, so he just thinks about it. You are so happy, there are many worries in the world. You don't have anything to worry about anymore, and maybe you still have unfulfilled wishes in your heart. You also want to have a baby for your new husband and watch him grow up in school. Time passed, and he also started a new family and had children of his own. Your soul will bloom a season of peach blossoms there, falling to the ground with the wind. Crushed peach blossoms are red all over the ground, and it is difficult to help Yushan when it falls. In April of the next year, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the pink of the peach blossoms is too vulgar after all, and it is just the time for you to leave.

In dreams you always say, wait. So I stood under the old tree, with a calm posture and a peaceful expression, as if I was sitting under the Bodhi tree, let the long wind be vast, the leaves fluttering and the leaves fell, as if every moment, every day, ten years, and a year were so flicking a moment, and I couldn't get up the slightest resentment and anger.

You're a punctual person, and they all say that. No matter the wind and rain, rain and snow, you will not be late for a moment, except me. Pinching your fingers and counting, it's really impossible to count, it seems that you have never been on time since you came, but after waiting for a long time, it has naturally become a habit, where will you be angry and angry with you as you were at the beginning. I seem to have become a beacon waiting for the return of the sailors who are sailing away, waiting for your late arrival as the stars set and the clouds roll.

You're gone, and you can't wait any longer. The old wood has been completed and has long been irretrievable.

It's a dream, that's it.