How do you describe a dream? People often say that one thing is like a dream, and that dream is like the fog veil, light, ethereal, mysterious, and the dream is like the sun sprinkled with fog and veil, reflecting the neon color. The nightmare rolled over like a dark cloud, and the dark shadows that could not be seen clearly.

As the saying goes: think about it during the day, dream about it at night. During the day, there is a pleasant mood, and in the dream it will be bright, and a smile will appear on the corners of the lips. During the day, I feel depressed and worried, and my dreams will be covered with dark clouds and ghosts.

Maybe it's the worry that you can't go back to the Spring Festival, or maybe it's the indescribable trouble, Ya tosses and turns at night. It's the middle of the night when I go to bed, and if I don't fall asleep, I'll lose energy tomorrow. In the dream, Ya was reading a book in a library, and there were a lot of bold black fonts on the book, with underlines and emphasis marks. Ya couldn't remember what was in the book, there was no doubt that it was a commentary, and Ya didn't know whether she was an ancient or a modern.

Ya flipped through the books, and suddenly felt that the environment was cramped, and her chest felt tighter and tighter, and the books on the shelves around her were slowly surrounding her. Ya was secretly frightened in her heart, and looked up to see that there were also books outside the window, and those books were piled up like hills. Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a recessed hairline appeared behind Shushan, with a pair of gloomy eyes under his thick black eyebrows. He threw the book towards Ya, and the faster he threw it, the endless mountain of books rolled towards Ya like a collapse.

Ya felt like she was going to die in the sea of books, and she screamed in horror, and kept screaming...... At this time, she heard her daughter shouting impatiently, "What are you doing?!" Ya suddenly opened her eyes and saw her daughter turn over and cover her head with the quilt. Ya's heart was beating non-stop, and the aftermath of the palpitation had not yet subsided.

Yabai still regrets that she shouldn't let her daughter accompany her for the New Year, but at this time, she is glad to have her daughter by her side, otherwise how would this nightmare end? When she was terrified, it was her daughter who stopped the nightmare in time. It's like a person being dragged into a whirlpool, and just when she is desperate, an outstretched wooden stick pulls her to escape to the western sky.

Ya woke up and couldn't fall asleep, and there was a constant noise in the room, and there was no doubt that it was a mouse. The rat will also choose to live under the same roof as people. The grass downstairs is so big that it doesn't want to live. Ya sprinkled so many meals, it didn't eat it, but wanted to make a living here. Could it be that it also feels lonely in the wilderness, and wants to hear human voices and feel the fireworks in the world? Now that I think about it, the sound of bottles falling to the ground on the roof in the middle of the night should be the work of its relatives and friends, and they won't communicate with each other to assign who will go to whom's house, right?

It was dawn and Ya finally fell asleep without a dream. Why are nightmares always at night? Because of the darkness? Darkness is always inexplicably terrifying, and nightmares are the pearls of darkness. Tiny human beings, in the face of the vast night, always have an unspeakable fear, people in the dark night only around the blazing bonfire will sing and laugh. How can those who are afraid of the night and the loneliness survive the darkness of the night? Do you turn on the night light or table lamp to relieve loneliness?

The day after that, Ya had another grotesque dream, maybe it was because she had read something during the day......

In that long dream, Ya seemed to have experienced a time travel. The characters in it are also lifelike, and even after Ya wakes up, it still means something unfinished.

It should be an old-fashioned world. A young man in a brown-and-yellow bimono with his hair was carrying something, and he was wearing thick clog shoes on his feet. He has thick eyebrows, a high nose, thin lips, and a very delicate face. In the dream, he seemed to be able to speak well, and there was a strong sense of uninhibition on his face. It was as if he had a doctrine of his own, which was later considered a fallacy by many, but he still talked about his reasoning everywhere.

A short-haired and delicate woman, she has big eyes like a clear lake, a small nose, a small ruddy mouth like a cherry, but a slender and thin body, which makes people feel pitiful. She was an admirer of the man in yellow, and when she finally learned that the man was full of crooked reasoning, she went to her friend Ya in disappointment.

Ya only knew that her long hair in the dream was like a waterfall, heroic and cool, and she might have a high bun and let the rest of her hair drape her shoulders. Her hair was waist-length, and her hair flowed around her body, and she seemed to be intending to dress up as a man. She was an opponent of the man's remarks, passing by the man, turning a blind eye, her eyes squinting at the man's mocking face.

The short-haired and delicate woman has been by Ya's side all the time since then, and Ya has always taken her delicate shoulder. Her eyes were like water and mist looking at Ya, with a pitiful look, and Ya's heart actually rose with a strong desire to protect. In the dream, Ya felt that she had more male roles than women.

Every time the man in yellow saw the short-haired woman, his face was full of mockery and disdain, and he didn't know what derogatory words were in his mouth. The short-haired woman turned around and leaned over Ya's chest and sobbed, Ya couldn't help but feel heartache, and the man spoke and slashed her sword, or even drew her sword. And the man is also extraordinary, and the two are inferior.

In the dream, the sky is gloomy, the breeze is gusting, the long hair is flying, and the whole body is a bleak picture. The short-haired woman has a deep attachment to Ya, and Ya even tightens her shoulders, vowing to protect her and shelter her from the wind and rain......

In the lingering affection between you and me, Ya woke up, but the short-haired woman's big eyes like water were still reflected in her mind. Ya tried to think about this familiar face, and remembered that it was a portrait of an anime girl she kept in her hand, and there were two huge teardrops on that ethereal face. How did she end up in Ya's dream? Ya wondered why she was dreaming like this.

Is it the deep desire to meet a heroic figure to take care of you? Her husband's sword eyebrows are starry-eyed, handsome and chic, and he also conforms to the hero's face, but does he give himself a sense of security? Instead, he made Ya feel a deep sense of frustration and helplessness. In addition to the shattering of his wish, Ya turned into a hero in his dream to take care of his beloved, is this a disguised realization of his wish?

When he woke up, he saw plenty of light coming in through the window, and Ya got up and lazily leaned over the railing. Yesterday, I still thought about taking my daughter on the way home today, but I didn't want to take action today, this laziness spread all over the body, so that she didn't want to travel tirelessly, and she didn't want to go through the hardships of the journey. Go home, it will take a day or two on the way, and you will have to be polite when you go back, and you will inevitably have to delay time. She wanted to use the vacation to do something she wanted to do.

The sky is so beautiful. The green forest was bathed in sunlight and glowed with golden light, the birds chirped in the jungle, and two white birds flapped their long wings and flew high and low above the canopy, they looked like seagulls on the sea. Is the spring too bright, they can't suppress the joy in their hearts, and they want to vent their happiness through such a flight? In the grass, the pheasant with a long tail flew low, and it was also led out of the boudoir by the bright sun.

Looking at this beautiful morning, Ya had a feeling of being intoxicated by the spring breeze, she suddenly envied these birds, and she really wanted to give birth to a pair of powerful wings and soar between heaven and earth.

People always envy the gods who can step on the auspicious clouds to the sky and the earth, and human beings always regard themselves as the first under the gods, but they can't fly into the clouds like birds and dive deep into the bottom of the sea like fish. There are many incomparable miraculous skills in animals, which are beyond the reach of humans.

So is it better to be a human or an animal? If there is an afterlife, Ya wants to be a bird that can fly freely in the sky, flying all over the mountains and rivers, the south and the north. Even if life is short, there are no regrets.

My mother called and asked when Ya would go back. Ya said that she didn't want to go back, and briefly explained the reason. Mother said that if she can't go back, she won't go back, it's the same wherever the New Year is celebrated. The mother always speaks according to the heart of her children, and she is a gentle listener. Mother never seemed to complain, and she never seemed to be sad. My mother believed in Christ, and her words of comfort came from the Bible. From an early age, the sisters followed their mother to church to teach to this day. Her mother always had a kind and pleasant face, and she reminded Ya always of the Virgin Mary.

On the phone, Ya inquired about the current situation of her relatives, and the little nephew rushed to speak, asking Ya's daughter when her son would come back and he wanted to play with them......

Ya felt guilty again, if she went back this year, how happy the children would be to reunite after a long absence...... Alas! This year, I got my heart and lived a lonely year.

The daughter cut the potatoes into cubes, then mixed the seasonings and fried them in a small electric baking pan. She boiled the sweet potatoes in a small electric pot, pounded them into a puree, and sprinkled them with a layer of sugar. After the diced potatoes were scrambled, the daughter knocked an egg directly into the electric baking pan, and used a small spoon to scratch the egg mixture to the sides, and a yellow and clear pure egg cake was ready. The daughter did all this and served some to Ya.

Ya tasted it, and it was quite delicious. Ya was still worried about having to cook for her daughter every day, but her daughter did no worse than Ya. My daughter has a strong interest in cooking, and she enjoys it as if she were playing at home.

In the afternoon, Ya and her daughter watched a video teaching how to make bread. The daughter said that she would do it, and immediately rolled up her sleeves, poured the flour into a small basin, beat the eggs, poured in the yeast powder, sugar, and then kneaded it into a dough, and then covered it with a layer of plastic wrap. After the dough has risen, knead it into three small ovals and put it in a basin, coat it with egg yolk liquid, and finally cover it with plastic wrap. After proofing, place it on the steaming tray of the rice cooker to steam. When the aroma of the bread wafts up, turn off the button and let it sit for another five minutes.

When the pot is raised, a fluffy and fluffy bread appears in front of me, but it is not as bright and beautiful as the bread I bought, but a little whitish. When you open it, it is as sparse and soft as bread, and it tastes similar to the texture of bread.

My daughter has done it successfully! Ya and her daughter high-fived happily. For the next few days, my daughter made a loaf of bread every day. One day, on a whim, her daughter mashed the chocolate biscuits, poured water into them and stirred them into a paste, then poured them into a small transparent plastic bag, tied the mouth tightly, cut a small opening in the lower corner, and then poured it into the kneaded dough with her hands like a cake chef decorating it.

The daughter pressed the dough into a cake shape and put it into the electric baking pan, and when it was cooked, the fragrance of the cake room in the house was full of mellow taste. Yaben thought that he was going to cook for his daughter during the Spring Festival, but he didn't expect that it was often his daughter who cooked and ate by herself.