The Golden Toad Lies on the Green Hill with Its Pillow on the Moon

I'm tired and sad creating (The origin of this story was when I was very young. I often thought about and dreamed about it. There was a big, big golden toad pressing under the mountain. I was very scared! But I don't know if it was pushed out by the large bulldozers when converting farmland to forest, because the mountain was broken! The thick mud that was pressing on the golden toad disappeared. So the golden toad crawled out! How could the toad be so big? I woke up in shock! I was thinking about the toad, the golden toad? I still think about it after all these years. Don't know why? So I stayed up all night tonight thinking about the Golden Toad and writing a novel. I started to imagine these contents. I hope everyone will leave me a comment after watching it. Tell me what you think? What does it portend? ? Thank you)