There is always a reason for dreaming, but it doesn't have to be a dream day and night.

Dreams can sometimes express one's true thoughts and can also help one recognize oneself.

Because in dreams you can be unscrupulous, and you don't have to be bound by those moral laws.

Usually don't dare to think about it, or dare not do it, or even can't think of it, there is nothing dare or dare in the dream, and the dream can also be said to have been thought of.

The boy was still crouching in front of the manger, carrying a bamboo basket with hay that had been wet from the rain around his tiny arms.

The spring rain was still falling like that, and he didn't know how much time had passed, as if he had completely lost the concept of time in this state.

The hay in the manger was quickly eaten, the water in the trough had been drunk, and the spring rain, which had not weakened, could not fall into the trough under the stable.

The emaciated horses looked at the young man in front of them with wide eyes wide open, and the rough tongue licked the corners of their mouths but could not relieve their dry teeth and thirst, and their thick mouths were in urgent need of water.

But they did not disturb the boy with a snort of annoyance, nor did they stretch out their front hooves and throw a handful of dirt at him, but from time to time they stuck their tongues out of the stables and followed the spring rain that was dripping from the eaves.

They felt that the rain tasted great.

There is a mountain in every human body, big or small, tall or short.

When you look inside, you can find the mountain, and only when you see it first can you split it with your mental power.

After it is broken, a lake will be formed, and you can continue to practice, so it is a mountain opening realm.

This is a stage that every practitioner must go through, but this young man is very different.

He had never seen the mountain, as if it did not exist in his body.

He didn't know that he was now in the first realm, and that he was a true cultivator.

Whether it is considered a mountain opening realm or not, I am afraid that no one in this world can say whether it is right or wrong.

The first realm is the opening of the mountain realm, but since this young man has never seen that mountain, how did he open the mountain?

Since there is no mountain opening, how can it be called a mountain opening realm?

If anyone knew that something incredible had happened to this young man, I am afraid that they would think about whether it was appropriate to associate the Primordial Realm with the Kaishan Realm.

Maybe that person will say what he thinks, but he will definitely be killed on the spot by others as a gossip to confuse the public, of course, the premise is that he can beat it.

The boy continued to dream with his eyes open.

In the dream he did not find the stable, nor did he find his father, so he went back the way he came.

But the whole city in front of him had changed, and he no longer saw the tall and solemn walls, nor the steamed bun shop.

He was terrified, he ran as fast as he could, and there was no sign to show him the way, for everything in his memory seemed to be gone in this dream.

He didn't know where he had gone, but in his subconscious, he should have been outside the yard of his house.

There was still no tree, no flower, and no yard.

He stood there shouting loudly, but received no answer.

There was no sound, only the sky seemed to be raining endlessly.

His coat and hat could no longer shield him from the rain, and his clothes were completely wet and sticky.

After a long time, he was tired of shouting, his voice was hoarse, and he began to feel thirsty.

He looked up and opened his mouth to follow the rain.

This action was maintained for a long time, and his mouth was already very tired, but he was still thirsty.

He wiped his face, trying to find a puddle.

He looked down and saw that the ground under his feet had completely changed, from the original bluestone pavement to a wet grass.

His eyes widened as he looked at the endless meadow, and there was no puddle of water he was looking for, for the grass was too flat, and the grass was too thick.

Every drop of rain that falls is quickly absorbed by the grass, and it is like a whale swallowing and drinking.

He thought for a moment, then tilted his head and opened his mouth.

Drop by drop of rain fell in his mouth, and he began to feel that it was useless.

No matter how small the rain is, if it keeps falling, he can always drink enough, but he soon finds that the rain is starting to become different, and it doesn't seem to quench his thirst.

It's just that he doesn't understand why the grass can absorb it, but he can't.

He knew he was human, but he understood that it was definitely not because of the problem.

Now he was not only thirsty, but also began to be hungry, and he remembered the two copper plates, and the steamed bun shop that did not open the door.

He knew why he was hungry, and he walked alone on the endless meadow.

He felt as if he had suddenly arrived in another world, and this world seemed very different from the one he had been living in.

In this world, the vision is extremely broad, but there is still no edge in sight, or there is no edge in this world.

He clearly saw a large area in front of him where the weeds had disappeared, and he ran quickly forward, where there was a lake.

The boy stood by the lake, and he was sure that he had never seen such a lake.

This lake is very large, and in his impression, compared to the Wangqiu Lake in the city, it is simply the difference between the Yunlongjing frog, and even much larger than the entire Jincheng.

He had never seen the sea, and if he did, he might have found it to be a sea.

However, this sea is still a little different from the original world, although he has never seen the sea, he also knows that there should be water in the sea.

But the lake was empty.

He knew what the idiom of sea and sky meant, but even at the farthest point of view, the sky and the sea remained at the same distance as the near ones, and were not connected.

He shook his head vigorously, reminding himself that this should be a lake, and that there was no sea in the city, so he thought that he could not come to the sea.

He slowly squatted down by the lake, and because of the wide field of vision, he could clearly see that there was water at the bottom of the lake, which was very clear and full of vitality.

But there was too little water, and according to the boy's judgment, it was only about one he, and he didn't go down to the bottom of the lake, because he knew that the water was not enough for him to drink, and he always felt that the water should be very important.

I don't know how long it was, I don't know how far he went, but no matter when he walked or where, he could always see the lake as long as he looked ahead.

He couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, and if it was, why he felt a slimy feeling of being drenched in the rain and tiredness.

If it weren't for the dream, why wouldn't I be able to drink the rain?

He was still hungry, still thirsty, and he was still sleepy.

He lay on the grass and fell asleep, the spring rain still fell, but he didn't notice that the rain passed through him and continued to fall on the grass.

In his sleep, it was as if he had another dream.

In this dream, the rain in the sky stopped, and the big sea-like lake was filled with rain and became clearer.

The grass on the ground is still thick, but there are still many beautiful flowers growing in the middle of the grass, and they are showing their bodies, and after the heavy rain just now, they have not withered, but have been washed away and become more and more beautiful.

In his sleep, he heard the galloping sound of the war horse again.

The horses galloped quickly across the vast meadows, thirsty to the lake for a sip of cool and sweet water.

When I was hungry, I lowered my head and took two mouthfuls of grass, my body became stronger and stronger, and my running speed became faster and faster.

The leaves of the grass are eaten off, and the leaves are torn and flow out a rich green juice that exudes a unique aroma in the air.

Grass roots absorb water and nutrients from the fertile soil and grow.

And flowers are not the mainstream, they just add to the beauty of this world.

He felt that this dream was very good, so he began to laugh while squatting outside Ma Peng.

He was good-looking, and he looked even better when he smiled, but it was a bit silly to laugh at the horses in front of him.

In fact, the horses with their tongues stuck out to catch the rain are exactly what they think.

Playing the piano to the cow can also be said to be a song of stroking the piano in your spare time, playing your own products, but those cows squeezed in and disturbed this picture, but this is a smile on the horse...

A young man squatted outside the stable, carrying a bamboo basket with hay but refused to feed the unfed war horses in front of him, and the rain on the eaves kept dripping on his body, but he still squatted there and smirked.

This seems ridiculous to a normal person, especially when his father looks at his son so angrily.

No one wants to admit that they gave birth to a fool.

My son is good-looking, but he is a fool, and this relatively simple insult sounds more sarcastic and irritating than your son is a fool.

Feeling the pain in the back of his head, the young man woke up from his dream and hurriedly stood up, timidly looked at his father, who was also wearing a cloak and a hat, and bowed his head and did not dare to speak.

After a long time, the father left with a sigh of disappointment, and the boy looked at the empty manger and the sink, and hurriedly refilled.

After doing all these things, he found a sip of water to drink, and he was indeed thirsty.

Squatted down on the ground again and began to look back on the dream he had just had.

He felt that the image only happened in dreams, and looking at his soaked clothes, he realized why he always felt slimy in his dreams.

The tiredness of pushing the big tree outside the courtyard was still there, and he began to understand why he felt tired in his dreams.

He knew he was dreaming, but he didn't know if he was doing one, two, or three.

He felt that his dream was good, and the smell of the grass was very good.

Although I didn't drink the rain, it should be very sweet judging by the state of the grass and the cheerfulness of the horses.

But the hay in his hand was just as he had said when he first tasted it, and the horse felt that it was not delicious, and he also felt that it was not delicious.

He didn't explain these things to his father.

Someone is waiting for the rain to stop, and he is waiting for the rain to come.

What they pursue is different, so no one will understand the explanation.

And he was so scared that he didn't think to explain anything.

Life sounds like a dream, but it's actually good if life is like a dream.

But this is obviously impossible, life is like a dream, it is just a rush of the past.

He is too young to talk about the past, all he can dream of is the future.

If there is a way for him to choose in the future, he may not choose.

He didn't know what he wanted, and he couldn't think about it day and night.

However, he was still squatting outside the stable, but he felt that this sentence could be understood in reverse.

There are dreams at night, and thoughts at night.