(a)

When dreaming, I can better appreciate the "fakeness" of time. Can one minute equal to many years? Absolutely. When dreaming, it can be.

At noon that day, they later told me that I had actually just taken a nap on the lunch break mobile bed in the office. But in my dreams, I felt that a long time had passed, and I had experienced a lot of scene changes and processes.

When I woke up, I felt very tired, but my mind was clear.

I remember all the details of the dream vividly. Those dreams, even those with colors and sounds. Everything is vivid, profound, and lifelike.

I looked at everything in the office, and I felt as if I could see through their endless inner structure, as if I could penetrate all the way down to the molecular level, and see the tiniest level of Void Dust at every turn.

I was immersed in this strange feeling and didn't adjust to the real world coming back for several minutes.

It was the noon that I dreamed the most and most clearly in my memory.

At noon that day, I didn't dream of Kaohsiung. Not once.

It's all you in my dreams.

I dreamed a lot of things that had happened in the past.

These dreams made it clear to me that the past was gone, but nothing had passed. All impressions are buried deep in the depths of memory. As long as the conditional aggregation is successful, it will resurface, in a different combination, in a different guise.

In this sense, once it exists, it always exists.

Every being, in fact, is eternal.

(b)

I dreamed of being in your guidance office. Summer showers were falling outside the window.

After the shower, a seven-colored rainbow appeared in the southern sky. As the sun sets in the west, the red rays of the sunset shine through, and the colors of the rainbow become more vivid and clear, and the layers are distinct.

The brilliant rainbow caused countless pedestrians on the road to stop and look up.

We also stood at the window of the guidance office, looking up at the rainbow side by side.

You say, "The last time I saw a rainbow was when I was training at the alpine base." ”

I said, "yes, I haven't seen it in a long time." ”

You say, "Heart, isn't this rainbow beautiful?" ”

I said, "yes, it's beautiful!" ”

You say, "Would you feel sad if it disappeared for a while?" Do you feel like you've suffered a huge loss? ”

I shook my head and said, "No." ”

You say, "Why not?" ”

I said, "Because it's only a brief manifestation of an apparition of light, and if you keep getting closer, you'll find that there's nothing in it." It's impossible for people to have it. ”

You nodded, "That's a good point." Heart, in fact, other beautiful things are exactly the same. For example, me. I am also a fleeting apparition that will soon disappear and be in your possession. ”

I shook my head. I said, "You're different. You are flesh and blood. You are not a phantom. ”

You say, "When you were very young, when you didn't have that much knowledge, you insisted that the rainbow wasn't a phantom, right?" ”

I said, "I've grown up." ”

You say, "Growing up is relative. ”

I said, "Why are you telling me that you are a phantom?" ”

You say, "If one day, maybe soon, I disappear like this rainbow, heart, I hope you don't feel sad." You see, in fact, I am like that, I can't be owned by you. Even if I disappear suddenly, you have nothing to lose. We can't lose what we don't have, or what we don't really have. ”

(c)

"Man is like the moon in the sky, you can't have it." (Hacken Lee's "Moonlight Serenade")

(iv)

The scene in the dream shifts to your dwelling.

You lean back in a recliner. A book on his lap. He was covered with a thin blanket. I'm sitting next to you.

I said, "How are you feeling today?" Is there anything I can do to help? ”

You look at me, and you say, "Yes." Over there, on the desk, there's something you want, for you. I'm a little dizzy, so please go over and get it yourself. ”

I said, "What could it be?" ”

You say, "I painted the attic on the roof." Sloping roof. The tiles we've sat on. It was covered with golden leaves. I remember you said before that it would be nice to draw it all. ”

I said, "So, you just painted?" ”

You nod your head and say, "Well, now that I'm on sick leave, it's nothing, and if I have time, I'll draw it." It's not very well drawn, I hope you like it. ”

I was grateful, "I'm just casually saying, why are you trying so yourself." ”

You say, "It's not hard." Just a pastime. ”

I said, "It must be good." I like it very much. Whatever you draw, I love it so much. ”

(5)

I walked over to my desk. Sure enough, I saw a piece of drawing paper. Above is a beautiful small-framed watercolor.

I was instantly captivated by the brilliant warm colors and the jumping and dappled light and shadow on the screen.

You're such a natural painter and you paint so well.

I don't know what words to use to describe your god-like reproduction of that autumn beauty.

You painted every leaf on the roof as a jewel in heaven.

Excited, I reached for the paper.

- But just then, an accident happened!

As I moved the paper, I was shocked to find that there was a poisonous snake with a sinister spot under the paper!

This is no small surprise! I felt like my blood was cold, and my heart was almost jumping out of my mouth!

I let out a scream and instinctively jumped away from my desk.

The paper in his hand also fell to the floor.

(f)

"Snakes! There's a snake on the table! ”

At my screams, you stand up against the armrest of your chaise longue.

You steadied yourself and slowly moved to the desk as you slowly held on to the furniture.

You reach out and pick up the viper.

You turn to me and say, "Don't be afraid. It's not true, it's just a toy. ”

You hold that very realistic toy snake in your hand, come close to me, and show it to me.

I clutched my beating heart and said, "Whew! Scared the hell out of me! ”

I whispered, "You put it on purpose, right?" Why are you playing tricks on me like this? ”

You gasp a little and say, "I didn't mean to play tricks on you. Heart, this is a lesson. Today we are going to have a lesson. ”

"A lesson?" I looked at the snake with trepidation, and then at you.

You say, "Xinxin, please remember today's events, and remember my words: behind every thing you like, there is a real poisonous snake." When you reach for that thing, it wakes up the viper. Then, it will bite you. ”

I looked at you confused, I pursed my lips and said, "Guidance, I, I didn't understand?" ”

You say, "You'll understand later." Happiness and pain are two sides of the same coin. They are two sides of the same coin, interdependent and mutually causative. When you want to get something you like, or keep holding it all the time, you wake up to the pain that lurks behind happiness. You will soon fall into the agony of ten thousand snakes. ”

You put that fake viper in my hands. It is made of plastic, cold, slippery, and particularly realistic, and the pattern is also three-dimensional and slightly convex, just like a real snake.

I couldn't help but shudder, and countless goosebumps broke out all over my body.

I restrained my fear and said, "This toy is not fun at all. ”

You say, "But it's a useful teaching aid." ”

You say, "Heart, you have to remember that if you don't want to be bitten by pain, don't try to take possession of the thing you like so much." ”

You slowly bend down and struggle to pick up the paper from the floor that I had just dropped in a panic.

You put the paper in my other hand.

You say, "If the happiness represented by this paper is the palm of the hand, the pain represented by the serpent is the back of the hand." ”

You say, "They are inseparable." Nothing, nothing. ”

You say, "As long as you are attached to the happiness you have gained, you cannot avoid the pain of loss." ”

I stood in front of you clutching the drawing paper and the snake, thinking about your words, overwhelmed.

You tapped me on the shoulder.

You smile warmly and tiredly. You say, "Sorry, did it scare you just now?" ”

You say, "I don't want to scare you." However, only in this way will you be impressed and will not be forgotten for a long time. ”

Your lips are grayish.

With a more pronounced pant, you say, "Xinxin, I know you're still young, and at the moment, you can't fully understand what I'm trying to say." But, I'm sorry, I can only say it to you right now. Because, I can't exist in your future anymore. I don't have a chance to tell you when you're older. ”

My heart was torn by a sharp pain.

I quickly lowered my head and looked at the drawing paper and the fake snake in my hand.

I said, "Rest assured, guide." I will always remember your words, all your words, all the scenes we have together, and remember them with all my heart until I grow up to understand. ”

You smile and say, "Good." That way, we can travel through time and continue to teach and learn from each other. ”

(g)

An outstanding teacher is just that.

His guidance can fill all planes and planes.