It wasn't great, but the woman hadn't been there for a long time, and the notebook had been in my hand all the time, and I was haunted by what had been revealed that day, and I promised myself that I was just trying to find her contact details to hide my curiosity.

That's right, yes, and then I started from the beginning, and now it's a new long night, and I'm killing time.

'Be softened'

'Words should be strong'

'Be polite'

'Theory should be strong'

These are a few phrases that are strangely insensible on the title page.

I continued to scroll through and recorded some daily routines, including unfamiliar names and some of her little emotions.

I'm not involved in her life, so those daily looks that don't touch me much, and all kinds of information about the places and things in it seem to be deliberately simplified and hidden, and sometimes there are references that I don't understand.

There is no specific personal information in it.

I continued to flip through, but there was something that wasn't quite true.

The big title is centered on 'Sleeping Dreams'

Subtitle in the center 'Dream City Town'

The first paragraph is indented in the text;

It's like a dream, like a crystalline, hazy but crystal beautiful dream. Perfection is not like reality, it is a dream.

Everyone in Dream City shimmered with a distinct pearl, coming and going on the street, smiling faces here, so sincere that they didn't seem to be in reality.

In the dream city at night, every heart is lit up with crystal-like starlight in the dark night, and the rhythm of the breath flickers and the heartbeat beats, not like the style of reality.

Dream City is very simple, it has no hypocrisy, no coercion, no definition and being defined, so, it is not reality.

It's a dream for sure, but I love my stay here.

I heard the story of Dream City from a star, a star in a lovelorn nebula in a lingering constellation with a smog blue light.

One evening, I walked along the moonlit path, next to a small bamboo forest, where the wind swept and the moonlight filled.

In the quiet wind, I also heard a string of bell-like sounds, softly, like the strength and lightness of snowflakes, and there seemed to be a prison projector or stage projector in front of me at the speed of light..............

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Turning the next page, the town of Dreamtown was gone, but a draft of a letter;

‘Hi~ o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Is it that we will have a connection that we can miss so much when we never meet?

Where are you waiting? I sometimes guess that it might be a brighter world, because I know where you're going to be, so it gives me a sense of sobriety, and I say to myself to keep your eyes open and stay spirited, and you're right there. ’

Recently, I watched a somewhat unpleasant story, she couldn't forget it for a long time, she desperately prayed that the ending would be as she wished, this time maybe it was different, maybe it was true, there will always be such fantasies in the process, in reality we have the eye of God, and it is heartbreaking to see it. ’

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'Night, I want to get back a book I have read before, find a feeling, a familiar experience, but unfortunately the name is forgotten, only some fragments, and the age, it is like being covered by a lot of hearts and gloom, and is covered by the colorful city. ’

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After flipping through it, the huge font was insolent;

Life is just a waste of time. ’

'Dressed in old clothes, my heart moves and moves. ’

When you happen to something and you become aware of it, you will then find a series of events related to it or something similar, maybe they are right around and they just don't notice it, but maybe it's just a coincidence. ’

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And then there are a lot of daily life, incomprehensible encrypted daily life, and the time has progressed to the Lantern Festival:

'Today is the Lantern Festival.

I don't feel like I remember the smell of the New Year anymore, except for the red lanterns hanging on the street, and the classic New Year's songs floating everywhere.

My life is no different, by the way, there are fireworks that go off every night during the Spring Festival, and living by the river is a bad place.

It's not funny at all on TV, but I don't know why the people who say it keep laughing, and this annual major ceremony is going to be spent so unceremoniously. ’

Then came Valentine's Day, a much shorter record;

'There are no special feelings about Valentine's Day when there are non-existent Valentine's Day, most of the things in the past have been forgotten, and most of the time today I can't actually remember this holiday.

What kind of forces are violently agitating to celebrate a holiday with such fanfare?

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The content behind is confused, the handwriting begins to become more and more scribbled, more and more difficult to read, lack of sleep, sleepy, uncomfortable, and the same kind of words can be seen everywhere:

There are some things that I don't want to write down, whether it's because I don't know how to write the first sentence, or because I don't want to think about it again, and I want to retreat because I have a lot of intense fantasies in my mind intertwined with unbearable reality. ’

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I don't know when it started, I was already thirsty, I looked at the white clock on the wall, I had been looking at it for more than an hour, I closed my notebook, and I was going to drink a can of Coke.

It's too heavy to peek into other people's lives.

The woman was like an abyss, and she herself kept falling, as if anyone who passed by and saw her was going to fall, could this be the call of the devil?

I shook my head at the thought and pushed open the glass door, letting the sultry fresh air replace the old cool breeze, and I only now felt able to catch my breath despite the incredibly high temperature outside.

Where the hell did that woman go? If she was an office worker, she should have appeared at a fixed time, why did she only appear here once, in a mysterious posture, leaving this weird notebook and disappearing?

Does she still exist in this world?

I closed the glass door, the new round of air conditioning created by the air conditioner made people much more comfortable, and I felt very lonely when the hippie was playing loud music, and the hippie was also playing a solo that twisted and twisted like an ethereal heart, some slow drum beats beating the heart, and the low voice was talking and asking something................................

Then the drum beat started to rapid, and the solo began to beat, and the low voice began to get angry or angry...............

And I sat down a little dejected in front of the glass window, and the lyrics fell through my ears to the black hole of my heart:

“I've opened up my heart

So many times

But now it's closed

(I've opened my heart countless times, but now it's closed)

Sometimes I'm quite amused

To see it twist and turn

(Sometimes I find it ridiculous to observe all the twists and struggles)

And now as you turn to leave

You try to force a smile

As if to compensate

Then you break down and cry

(Now you turn away, but you're trying to force yourself to smile, as if to make up for the impending breakdown and crying.) ）

Knock knock, the group message prompt rang.

Su Shun sent a related introduction to Wuling Port, similar to a tourism promotion.

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The terrain of Wuling Port belongs to the coastal lagoon, the water depth of the channel is 3-4m, and it can berth 5,000-ton ships, and it is an open port and loading and unloading point.

Wuling Port is an early military town and excellent port developed in the eastern part of the ancient times, the harbor is surrounded by 60 pieces of natural strange stones of various shapes formed by weathering and wave erosion, early morning or evening, the dense fog is shrouded, those strange stones lurk in it, like guarding the ancient harbor soldiers.

Luoxia Town, located in the east of the Baixue area, is located on the shore of the famous Wuling Fishing Port, in that year, because of the war led to the "north to south", the people of the eastern coast and the Central Plains moved here to gather people to live, to the early Ming Dynasty, has formed a considerable scale of towns. In order to defend against pirates, the Ming Dynasty set up a station in Luoxia. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, Luoxia's economy prospered, and the population increased to more than 30,000 at the end of the Qing Dynasty. After dividing out the broken gold and green hills, it was designated as a county town, and then changed to a people's commune, and finally established a town people's government. ’

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'Must visit: Mt. Yuedu

Yuedu Mountain is not very high, but the mountain is full of tiredness. The top of the mountain is born with well-behaved stones. On the hillside, there are unknown small trees, as big as orange trees, with lush branches and many colors. Between the trees, the paths are intertwined, which is a place for literati and ink to enjoy nostalgia, and a place for friends and lovers to meet and lyrical.

On the top of Yuedu Mountain, there is the ancient tower of "Fog Lost Building", it is a two-storey wooden tower, 15 meters high, it is hexagonal, it is like a gourd to cover the top, the spire of the tower points directly to the blue sky, the shape is held alone, it is very spectacular. There is a 15-meter-high pole next to the building, which is the typhoon warning signal of Wuling Harbor. ’

There is also a photo of the entrance of the ancient pagoda below, and a couplet is posted, but after clicking on the original picture, the content is still not clear.

I had to keep sliding down:

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'Must Visit: Song Cun'an

Song Cun Nunnery is located in Luoxia Town town north of one kilometer of the Nanshan Ridge, it is a dilapidated temple in the shade of greenery, the door is written horizontally "Song Cun" two big characters. This is the origin of Song Cun'an's name. The word "Song Cun" on the door is to show the meaning of "the country is forever, and the Song family will last forever".

Legend has it that at the end of the Song Dynasty, Song Duanzong and his younger brother were defeated and fled south here, and temporarily went to a night under the rock, and the night coincided with an earthquake, the mountain shook and the ground moved, and the minister Lu Xiufu played the emperor to write the three words "Emperor Zhuang's residence" on the rock wall, so that he could sleep peacefully.

Ming Dynasty officials Pu saw that Sichuan Yonglan came here to hang on the monuments, and after learning about the past, he inscribed three big characters of "Emperor Zhuang's residence" on the rock wall.

In the Qing Dynasty, the people of Luoxia Town raised funds and built this nunnery with this stone carving as the center. Now this stone carving is located on the inclined rock wall in the middle of the back hall of Song Cun'an. Many literati and celebrities came here to compose poems, and there were many excellent works.

The late Song Dynasty emperor also left a legend with a magical color here. Legend has it that the little green baby was screaming that night, and the peanuts also grew uproar, and the emperor twisted a grass stalk and put it on the little frog, and now, the little frog here has a yellow-green vertical stripe on the body, which is bright and dazzling. The emperor also told the peanuts not to grow at night, so the peanuts closed their leaves at night. ’

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As I browsed, the panic in my heart gradually dissipated, and the strange stories of the past made people inexplicably relaxed, which may be like people telling stories around the campfire in the past, there is a sense of companionship, who knows? Now a mobile phone does it.

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It's late at night, and who is still awake to count the scars?

30 July 2020