(Author: When I go to school, if I don't get a good rest the night before, I will be drowsy in class the next day, but the teacher is teaching in the front, so I don't dare to sleep.) If the teacher doesn't find out, when the bell rings suddenly, he will suddenly return to clarity from drowsiness, and after recovering from clarity, he will feel that the time of a class is so short. The process of recovering clarity from chaos and from ignorance to civilization seems to be accidental, but it is also inevitable, and no one can distinguish between them. Mu Feng was in such a state from the light into darkness, although his consciousness was not broken, but he was in a state of confusion, and he didn't know when he would be able to regain his clarity, or he would be lost······ ）

I don't know how long it took, and there was no time and space in the chaos. Mu Feng suddenly returned to clarity from the nightmare, and when he woke up, he vaguely heard a roar. When he felt his body again, he found himself in a fog, no longer in the bus, but everywhere there was a fog, like a morning with a thick fog in early autumn, the sky was about to return, and even the fog was shining, but the fog was not a small droplet in charge, not smoke. Because Mu Feng does not feel wet, or feels uncomfortable breathing.

It seems that the fog has only its form, but not its substance. Mu Feng woke up but was not fully awake, because the environment was strange, and because although his perception was restored, his consciousness was still drowsy. He had a wonderful feeling, strange and familiar with his current situation. Suddenly, he was stunned and remembered a dream he had when he was a child.

At that age of dreaming, the brain was also developing in sleep, and Mu Feng had many wonderful dreams, some dreaming that he could fly, and some dreaming that he had obtained the long-awaited sword. I dreamed that I went to the side of the mountain, saw the sunset and sunset, met a little rabbit and played happily······ All the dreams were related to what he was thinking at the time, but there was one dream that was out of his childhood cognition.

The dream is very peculiar: in the autumn morning, seven or eight years old Mu Feng became a four, five-year-old child with clear eyebrows, immature and lovely, he was playing in a bamboo forest with water mist, the sun had risen, the fog here in the bamboo forest was light, but it did not disperse, like a fairyland, Mu Feng was very happy, he climbed the bamboo swinging around, that joy was not only because of the energy of playing, as if it was a certain perception of the perception of heaven and earth, it was a kind of transcendent leisure, Mu Feng in the dream was a little fairy, in this dream he had a sense of homecoming, as if the real world of life outside the dream was a dream, a dream of reincarnation.

Mu Feng Xiaotong played happily, and then a person came from the mist, it was a man who was as jade as a god, he looked at Mu Feng, a faint smile spread on his face, and his eyes were kind. Mu Feng Xiaotong kicked the bamboo branch under his feet, flew to the man, looked up at the man, and then shouted happily: "Father." The man stretched out his hand and touched the child's head, momentarily distracted. Xiao Tong was a little puzzled, saw his father alone, and then asked, "Where is Mother?" The man came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Tong and said, "Your mother is waiting for you at home, let's go, go back with me." Xiao Tong grabbed the man's sleeve and climbed towards the man's shoulder, wanting the man to carry him home, but because of the joy and excessive force, he climbed too hard, so that he lost his center of gravity, and his head and feet were up, at this time, Mu Feng suddenly realized that he was in a dream, and he knew who he was, so he suddenly fell to the ground.

With a bang, Mu Feng fainted. But he didn't wake up that night, and it wasn't until the next morning that he woke up as usual. On that day, Mu Feng felt more relaxed and happy than ever before. The dream has not been repeated. Now Mu Feng is in this fog, and the moment he just woke up, there was a bang in his mind, like a continuation of the dream many years ago, and the roar of touching the ground woke him up in the confusion.

After waking up, Mu Feng looked at the surrounding environment, only saw the fog, not anything else, it seemed to be a hard rock under his feet, he squatted down and touched it with his hand, there were tiny folds on the surface of the rock, this fold was not prickly, he just squatted and waited quietly for a while, but there was no sound around him, and there was no breath of any creature. He stood up and carefully moved his steps, tentatively walking forward, walking for a while, still in the fog, still dead silence all around.

He gradually let go of his steps and walked boldly, he looked towards the fog around him, "Hey, !!" he shouted, although he didn't know who to call, but he wanted others to know that he existed. There was still no sound for a long time after the shouting fell, let alone someone responded. His heart was somewhat settled, but at the same time he was a little disappointed. There is no danger here, but there is no one else either.

He walked in one direction, I don't know how long, but he was still in the fog, and even the ground under his feet did not have any undulating changes, Mu Feng gradually felt a little anxious and a little afraid. He shouted again, "Is there anyone?" and after a while, there was still no response, "Is there a ghost·······?" , There was no response, Mu Feng kept asking questions towards the fog, saying what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask, and asked. But there was still no response, he thought: "Do you need any password, password?" After thinking about it, he said: "The King of Heaven covers the tiger", and after waiting for a while, he said: "The river demon of Pagoda Town" and "Open the sesame door", he began to shout all the codes and passwords he thought of continuously, "Dragon Gate Flying Armor, you will know the truth and falsehood" After shouting the last code he could think of, he felt very discouraged.

"Ahh······h He tried to trick him, but no matter how much his tone would have convinced the monsters, or ghosts, they didn't show up. So he ran, hoping that he could run out of the fog, and just ran, without fatigue, without sweat, without thirst, without all the feelings of running. Mu Feng didn't know how long he had been running, he was a little tired of it, he felt so lonely running alone, just as Mr. Lu Xun wrote, loneliness is like a poisonous snake, constantly gnawing at his heart, he can't break free, and he can't get rid of it.

He stopped, stopped looking to the outside world for relief, and began to wonder why this was happening. He sat down cross-legged silently, starting from falling into darkness in the bus to being in the light, so recalling it, like a movie rewinding, looking for the cause from the effect, "falling into the darkness is because the light is too strong", in the light, as in the darkness can not see anything, everything in the world is the same as in the light and darkness. What's the difference between light and darkness? And then I thought about why in the car····· And so on and so forth.

I remembered the first time I confessed to the girl I loved in college, but the famous flower has a master, and I remembered the first time······ But the time is too long, and the memory has become very faint and faint, there are always some causes and effects that cannot be connected, and there are always some things that are sealed by time. "What happened at that time?" Mu Feng encountered many such levels, and he began to get irritable. All he can recall are those things of great joy and sorrow, those things that have poured out emotions and brought joys, sorrows and sorrows, he found that he has lived for more than 20 years, it is worth remembering, there are too few things that can be remembered, and when he recalls, it seems that he can do the things in his memory in a year, but how have these 20 years passed?

The contemporary writer Mr. Shi Tie once had such a paradox at the beginning of his "Retreat Notes": I am a part of my impression, and my whole impression is me. He remembered the sentence he had seen, so he calmed down and began to think: "I am a part of my impression, I remember me as only a part of me, then the whole impression is the whole me."

What did I lose?" Now he hates himself for not living carefully and remembering more of himself in life. However, there is a gain in the loss. Because his life is not only about him, but also about all the people and things he comes into contact with, and there are some people who have left an impression on his heart.

So, he figured out the paradox. The previous sentence is for self-subjectivity. The latter sentence is objective. There is no right or wrong between them, they just have different starting points. For me, there are no other people and no things, otherwise I would not be just me. For all my impressions, my impressions are not only of me, but of other people and things in the world. Whenever I am aware of my existence, no one else is with me, and whenever someone else is aware of me, the impression I have is only someone else's.

He began to understand what cause and effect were, so he thought about it in connection with his own memories of himself and others. So, he remembered something more. But that's not enough. There are always things I can't remember. With the previous experience, he is no longer irritable, as the saying goes: geese have taken pictures, people have left names. There are always some clues in this world, and he began to think about it from the subtleties. He constantly sees things from the perspective of others and then imagines what the person will do.

Although there are many forks in the road halfway, which makes the final result unusual, there is always some benefit to memory, and in recalling certain places, there will always be an epiphany to remember some dusty things. In the end, he finally remembered a lot of things. I remember how happy I was to eat fish for the first time, how uncomfortable it was to get stuck in my throat, how novel it was to go to school for the first time, but how reluctant I was to get up early to go to school the next day······ In this unknown place, Mu Feng just sat and thought.