I woke up from my dream this morning and smiled very happily. Laughter is like a string of rolling beads. I am so surprised.
When I wake up from my dream, I can see clearly without turning on the light in the room. So my dream will be done after dawn.
It's those people again, the happiest friends in high school and college roommates. This dream is a bit bizarre and absurd. There are helicopters, buses, people, time intertwined, and all kinds of confusion and confusion. When I was fighting with a high school classmate, my present teacher Fan was still cheering for me. I smiled in my dream ... I tried to open my eyes in a daze, but I couldn't open them. I saw a heavy one.
I always can't sleep well, have many dreams and wake up easily, but if I wake up my dreams with a smile, even if I am disturbed a little during my sleep, I am willing. After all, the dream that makes people laugh is not too bad.
Maybe it's because I am an extremely nostalgic person. I often meet my old friends, get together and have fun in my dreams. Those old people, from small to large, have classmates from primary school to middle school, and there are close roommates in universities.
Time is irreversible and memory lasts forever; No one can go back in time, only dreams can.
Some of them haven't been heard from since they left, some still have occasional greetings with them, and some people often appear in my mind, but most of them have left a deep memory in my life. When I look back on the past in the long river of time, I always think of them, and then life will arrange for me to meet them in the form of dreams.
I think this is a particularly beautiful thing.
In the dream, young teenagers chasing the wind grow sturdily towards the sun because of the simple nourishment of the mountains. They are looking forward to one day being able to walk out of the mountains and rewrite their own destiny, and their clean eyes seem to shine with a bright future.
In the dream, they are definitely not problem of juvenile. They are seen in the circle of friends during the day. They wear thin coats, show tattoos, fight with people in the street with strange hair, drop out of school early to be cool, and "rush" into the society. Seeing him like this, I once clamored for a change and a fresh start, but after all, he was in deep trouble.
In the dream, pupils, three or two together, still wearing pants, raised the national flag under the washed sky, read aloud in the classroom with clean windows, and laughed and ran on the small playground surrounded by a 200-meter runway.
In the dream, they have never been so busy as they are now, sucking the turbid air, shuttling through crowded and unfamiliar people, and expressing each other's existence with countless red dot messages in the circle of friends.
The best friend in my dream, the most vigorous age I have ever met, seems to be the best age. At that time, although I didn't have the innocence of cardamom, I didn't have the mature mind now, but after I faded, I became more sincere and long-lasting.
The best friends in life are far apart now, painting various life pictures for dreams, livelihood, love and various purposes and directions.
It's hard to meet each other, but it's even harder to get together. I often miss the intimacy in the past and often fantasize about the tacit understanding in the future.
I know there is a line between them. Our time is the two ends of this line, which is getting longer and longer by the years, but it will never break, because it has incredible resilience.
We don't have the opportunity to get along day and night, and the long talk seems to be in the foreseeable future. What should I do with such a long time in between? I'm still coming to you in my dream.
With my present happiness, I met you so easily. In my dream, my voice and face are so real. But in dreams, we are always crazy, willful and thrilling. Is it because we used to live so well?
I dreamed that we flew over the city by helicopter, we fought in the wilderness forest, and we bid farewell to the past with an almost absurd graduation ceremony. ...
Maybe we all dream of a vast new world, maybe we all try to get out of the busy city, maybe we all want to add a little different color to our youth ... maybe we all decide to break the routine, break through the secular and break through ourselves, and finally some people have done it, some people are still wandering around, and perhaps most of us have become the latter.
How are the people in the dream recently?
Has Mix, who is clamoring for responsibility when she grows up, turned over a new leaf and started over? Did the school flower-level primary school students born in a patriarchal family get love elsewhere? Did the girl who ended her seven-year long-distance relationship find her home again? And has the strong woman who started her own business while studying for graduate school cured her inner trauma for many years?
If I can, I hope I won't wake up in my dream. I like to play house with you in my dream, eat the shy seeds of love with spicy strips, study hard at the cold window on my desk, or talk about life and ideals together, or simply have a cup of tea and dinner, and maybe even hear someone's good news.
This morning, I woke up from my dream with a smile and suddenly began to miss you again.