Yi Hui opened the first page, and it turned out to be a letter. The person who wrote to himself, how narcissistic his grandfather was!

"Keep watching, there will be plenty of time, and one of your red lines is mine, so don't be surprised!"

"What? There is a red line for grandpa you! How could it be yours? Yi Hui was completely shocked.

"Your grandmother, I can only give her a dream, and her longevity will end in a few days. Don't you be sad? We're not far from you! After reading my story, remember me, or I will disappear because of you. Ming Yinglong said solemnly.

Yi Hui knew that his grandfather would not lie to him, so he made up his mind to read the whole book.

Yi Hui finally opened the book "Dream World......

How are you, dear Ming Sakuralong?

I am your past, I see my past today, and I want you to see me now. I've got a family, you know it. Is my daughter okay? In which city do you work? Isn't it hard? Is my wife okay? I studied my numerology though. I'm going to be great in the future, right? I'm looking forward to having a grandson, no matter what his last name is, but with the word "Sea Dragon". Why, you ask? I'm telling you quietly, don't keep your word. Because I dreamed of a boy who called me Grandpa. In the dream, you know. The boy was taller and more handsome than me, and although he was a little shy, I was particularly touched by the way he spoke. I don't remember the specifics, but my grandson told me that he missed me very much, and that he had seen me many times, and he couldn't meet and talk. I asked, "Is it your mom who won't let me see me, or is it your dad?" ”

The boy shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "Neither, it's because we're too far apart." ”

I asked, "How far?" ”

He said: "There is only a layer of paper between us, and we can't break it!" If the paper becomes transparent, we can still see each other, and if the last layer of paper is missing, we will see each other. ”

After he finished speaking, he disappeared into the sky like a black ghost. I also told my wife about this dream this morning. Mingyuexin also heard it, and laughed! I can't believe what this dream is hinting at me.

I've been writing a lot about my life on my blog lately. Although I am not yet at the age of destiny, these miscellaneous thoughts continue to burst into my head. I don't write it down for you, because I'm afraid I'll forget if I'm talking to you in reality.

Have you ever thought that as human beings, some people's skies are clear; Some people's skies are overcast and even pouring.

They are all human beings, some are unknown, some are famous all over the world, and even famous for centuries.

Looking at the vivid characters in various film and television dramas, this sense of substitution makes me doubt its authenticity.

If I can get out of the world and see the world with clean eyes, those handsome men and women who are actors are sought after by the world and become stars, while most of them have become a group of idiots chasing stars. But we have no regrets.

As human beings, we are proud to have stars to accompany our lives, but also because stars can add a different color to our lives.

Why are there such differences between human beings? Originally, this should not be the root of our entanglement. Because, it is useless to be entangled, and the sky in everyone's heart is different. The diversity of things, this is the effect of differences.

But I want to say: the sky we see is connected.

To put it bluntly, everyone's soul is different, and we not only pay attention to the people and things around us, but also pay attention to the dynamics of celebrities. Sometimes, paying attention to each other broadens our horizons and moods.

There are many people who have traveled and have a different sense of life and life and survival.

It's just that I have a different feeling, and I may not show it, I may not say it, and I may not write it. We all have this feeling, whether ordinary people or extraordinary people, aren't they all under the same sky?

That being said! I would say that we are not in the same sky. As children, the story of the frog at the bottom of the well lit up our skies. However, the circle we live in is sometimes really narrow. Although we are not like frogs staying in a well, our sky has become a well because of the invisible constraints, and it has also become a piece of heaven with a big palm at the bottom of the well.

I don't know, is this kind of thinking shocking? Maybe! At birth, each of us sees the world differently

Everyone is like a frog in a well, and when you open your eyes, that sky is a sky. Also, from the moment of birth, the first cry sounded. We can't see the sky because our eyes are still hazy.

Don't we realize that each of us has a different sky in our hearts and minds? The sky in my heart is naturally different, full of curiosity, beauty, magic, freshness, strangeness, and fear.

The sky in my heart, this is a new formulation.

We all say that our minds and hearts are like the wind and waves on the seashore, constantly lapping against the reef on the shore

And in reality, there is wind. Speaking of the wind, the sky in our hearts will blow up at any time, one is the sky in our eyes, and the other is the sky in our hearts.

There is also thunder and lightning in the sky in our hearts, but we are in balance between the outer sky and the inner sky

, still worried about the lack of protection of the house. The ups and downs of our hearts make us either strong or flee in fear. If one day, the inner and outer skies live in peace and there is no imbalance. I believe that a different sky can bring us a different life.

Perhaps, what I wrote to you today, you will laugh it off. Maybe it's because you're older than me, and your perception will be even more profound.

When you're standing, do you imagine what it's like to fly? But can you fly?

But I think I can fly, at least in my dreams I always fly. Maybe you'll laugh, but that's what you can fly? "Yes, this is flying, imagination is flying, and we will have today's planes, flying machines, and spaceships!"

We live authentically every day, but the more real we live, the more we don't know if the dream is also real.

Perhaps when you think about it this way, there are too many stories in life that start from legends.

There are always some things in life that are not clear to explain, on the one hand, because of the purity of the truth, and on the other hand, there is a lot of room for imagination if the truth is not known.

The imagination of man is told to the world through stories.

When people listen to it, they will tug at their heartstrings and it will be passed on. There are stories that happen every day, and there is one profession, and that is being a writer.

Nowadays, the Internet is on fire, as long as there is a story and imagination, it is enough. The writing is smooth, and although the story is similar, it is enough to support the operation of the entire virtual world. Nowadays, people don't like real conflicts very much, but they like to fight fiercely in the virtual world. Between the virtual and the real, it also constitutes a story. Life is also a story, although it is ordinary, but it can also give birth to great character stories.

Each of us can be the protagonist of a story, some ordinary, some extraordinary. Perhaps limited by our thinking, we are still living between happiness and unhappiness. The happiness of the little people lies in having a little bit of satisfaction. The joy of the big man is to control more of the floating clouds. The sadness of the little people is only because they live hard, no matter how hard they try, they are a big slapp. The sadness of the big man is because he lives very hard, and no matter how hard he tries, there is more than just a piece of sky above his head. The little people are simple, and the big people are complex. So, life is fair in some ways. When people live, they live an illusory life in the real world.

If people have their own thoughts, they cannot be free from the constraints of certain ideas in this world. It's harder to live freer, it's harder to live easier. So people don't need to be embarrassed, because many things are not easy to do. Even if it is easy to do, it will be trivial or significant in the eyes of others.

Why? It's not because people's identities are so different. It's also the difference of things.

Having said all this, are you, who are also mine, happy in the downstream?

By the way, I started publishing on the station the day before yesterday. I don't like the title very much, maybe it is shown to the world in the form of a dream, which is more worthy of belief! Show this letter to my grandson! (I'm sure I have a grandson.)

His future, I will give a prophecy in this book of mine.

Best regards!

You in the past

On the evening of February 1, 2020