In the extremely quiet night, the starry sky rotated, like the handkerchief flowers in the hands of the two people, and the rapid circular movement turned the stars into little and little light sources, without shape and name.

Some are just light, pure light without any impurities, without a specific color, without a fixed attitude.

The dark night is quiet but bright, and after walking through the past time, I will finally look up at the universe in this land with my eyes as the fulcrum.

The stars make up the universe, the waves make up the waves, the regrets make up life, and in this halo of light, I finally make up who I am.

Can life sink forever into reality? Of course. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, firewood, rice, oil, and salt have exhausted the energy of this life, and when I go home late at night, I fall asleep, and I am already satisfied.

But under such conditions, it seems that what has disappeared can only be reality, and the wish that has disappeared for a long time and has forgotten the name should be a dream.

It's been a long time since I've dreamed, and many innocent thoughts have already become the condiments of reality, swallowing into the five internal organs with tears.

I suddenly remembered something, I remember saying it to someone

"I live in my own fairy tale, but I have never forgotten my growth in reality." Suddenly, I felt a little funny, and I grew up to adapt to reality, but I had already lost my fairy tale.

There is no color around, and there is a halo all around. My fairytale world can now finally be decorated by me.

On my left should be a peach forest, in the peach forest are tens of thousands of stars, the starlight reflects the beauty of the peach blossoms, the pink is decorated with the light of the stars, the pink, bright, beautiful, fragrant forest, I don't need to drink, I can get drunk and not wake up.

To my right should be a river of stars, connected end to end to form a bright streamer flowing quietly in the air, surrounded by streamers should be surrounded by patches of various fruit trees, the fruit on which is sweet and juicy.

Taste the pulp, drink the galaxy, sleep for a thousand years, and have a sweet dream. Below me should be a green meadow, soft and comfortable, where I can crawl uncontrollably, or play, or meditate, or rest, or ...... Too much color around you will make your eyes explode, so I should have a blue sky and white clouds above me, and a simple color is already the most beautiful color.

The idle clouds under the blue sky can be kneaded and teased by my hands, turning into strange shapes, but they are also interesting!

The boundary between dream and reality can be blurred by fantasy, and the stars are turning around, and I am also spinning, dizzy and squinting, it is already my fairy tale!

There should be ordinary fantasies in the quiet time, just like there should be a short time of calm and calm on the magnificent journey!

The handkerchief flowers in the air stopped spinning and fell quietly into the wide palms of their hands, like fallen leaves floating into a flowing stream, quietly sliding towards the unknown ahead.