Late autumn weather. In the evening, the cool air can hit the skin and muscles of the body, everything decays, the virus is gone, and the body feels light and comfortable. The air-dried chemical material vacated by the air seems to be just able to be blown in by the cool wind, so that the whole body is like a wide net, and it can dance lightly in the wind.

I just finished physical education class, and after sweating, I quickly dried out, and the heat that came out of the evaporation made my skin slightly cold, as if I had taken off the pleasure of summer. Recalling that the chubby physical education teacher dragged us to run a thousand meters in a plain white gown, it seemed that the world was full of helplessness and absurdity in my eyes.

"Look at the stars like me, walk in the night sky." Yin Kun's flirting every night came as scheduled, I flipped up the previous text messages, about the day I met, she wrote such a sentence.She is different from the ordinary type of beautiful female wolf, the kind of aura floating on her body is rich black, glowing with golden fluorescence, so that she can write this inner fluorescent text easily.

"Good night." Here's my reply every night.

I had a dream at night, I dreamed that I was attending a ball on the open platform of a classical pavilion, everyone present was in ancient costumes, and I was a girl, wearing a light pink silk skirt, the skirt was very large, the clothes were very light, and it attracted attention. The pavilion is the highest within a radius of several miles, and I am the child of the owner of this pavilion, I dreamed of my cousin who looks very similar to my cousin, and the bustling downtown downstairs. However, there was also a gentleman in a white skirt in the crowd, and I was familiar with the white.

At six o'clock, I got up from my bed and walked on the sycamore boulevard of the school again and again, thinking back and forth in the hope that the nectar of the morning could bring me inspiration, and the old Taoist priest said that inspiration could upgrade my abilities, so that I wanted to find out what the truth of everything was.

At half past six, the school bell rang, and the natural beauty of the falling leaves and the low sound of the bell hit my heart directly. This can explain the younger generations who read and practiced calligraphy in the era, and the characters can be written very beautifully. Those memories turned into instinct. But only about 20 years old is the age of growth, and generally after having children, we will only stagnate.

I turned around and walked again, can the sycamore, which represents longing, hold my yearning for some strange divine power?

Those trivial memories are like a bunch of fallen leaves floating in the fluid around the DNA, and in our dreams we will recombine into the genetic fluid with the daily memory. Are those flashing dreams and whimsy just the memories of our ancestors reappearing?

Dreams are related to bloodline clothing and represent the memory expression of genes. Simply looking at the bloodline uniforms with complex colors and difficult styles, sometimes it is impossible to figure out the root causes behind various things. Also investigate dreams.

But how do I know what dreams they have?