I was swept away by the rushing river, and everything happened in a split second of lightning, the sky and the earth were covered with strong light, and the scenery became distorted black and white.

"Go sick! Go sick! I desperately called his name, reaching out to grab him as he got farther and farther away.

"Don't! Go sick! ”

I sat up suddenly, and saw that I was in my room, and I rushed to the bathroom, and the person in the mirror—not Mulan, not the Mulan in my dream.

The man in the mirror was pale, his face was full of tears, this person was me, I was back in my world, I fell on the floor, I couldn't restrain the surging tears, this time I didn't forget him, I remember everything in the dream clearly, but I still left that world after all.

No! No! I lie back on the bed, please, go back to the Western Han Dynasty, go back to the era of Huo Qu's disease, I don't want to wake up again! From dark to dark, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep again.

Time passed day by day, I lived like a puppet, thinking about Huo Qu's illness 2,000 years ago, even though we were separated by 2,000 years, I couldn't forget him in my dreams.

Maybe all this is really just a dream, a dream for just one night, but I have experienced it in a dream for a lifetime. When I wake up now, I still hope to be able to return to that dream.

I went to Maoling again, in my dream, Huo Qubing was not buried here, but I still felt that this was a place where I could feel him, and I could tell me that he was a real person, not just my dream.

Life is like a dream, dreams are like life, and I can't tell which is the real life for a long time.

Some people say that time is good medicine, and perhaps for most people, time is indeed a good medicine, which can make people forget the pain, fade away, and let go of obsessions.

But time is not able to smooth everything, some people have some memories, even if they think they have forgotten, faded, let go, but in the dead of night, when they dream back at midnight, they inadvertently remember, and those memories in their hearts will surge again.

It turned out that I never forgot, faded, or let go.

You in my dream are like a cloud condensed above my head, seemingly eternal, but in fact, as soon as the wind blows, you disperse. Sometimes it's like dark clouds, seemingly quiet and peaceful, but in the next second, my world is filled with tears.

All we can do is live well and firmly believe that we will meet one day. And before that day comes, you and I have to be good, endure loneliness, and don't forget our original intentions.

I spent a year traveling to study abroad, traveled to many places, and met a lot of different people. has been walking on the road, experiencing reunions and partings again and again. Maybe this is life, and you can't keep it.

After a year of study abroad, I returned to my hometown and continued to live my real life.

I was on my way home that night when I suddenly noticed a drop of cold falling on my forehead, and when I looked up, one or two drops continued to fall on my face.

The people around said, "It's the first snow!" "It's snowing!"

Flowey said on the phone, "Hey! Why don't you speak! ”

I hurriedly replied, "It's snowing!" ”

Huahua said: "Really? It's time for a traffic jam in that moment, you wait for me at the old place! ”

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, I reached out to catch a drop of snowflake, and it was another winter.