"It just so happens that the moon is bright, so I can fly at night and have a lucid dream."
Whenever I look up at the moon, what comes to my mind is the moon, not the moon, because it shines so brightly in the dark night; whenever I fall into a deep sleep, what comes to my mind is a dream, not a dream, because it is so strange in my memory.
I had no choice but to rely on the moon and ride on my dream, just because the moon happened to be bright and it was the right time to fly at night and have a lucid dream.
When writing this book, I didn't think too much, I just wrote what I thought and how I felt.
Because I like the moon and dreaming, I wrote this book. It's a joke that dreams have everything, but I think dreams actually lack everything. In a dream, you can dream about everything you want to dream about, as if you have turned on the God of Creation mode to the world, but in the end, it is like you are tired of playing the game, and you have lost interest and hope.
So I finally gave up on the so-called tradition. Writing about dreams means not only writing about dreams, but also writing about reality and the stories that should happen to us. Hope is that a casual hello on the street is like an old friend that I haven't seen in ten years; it is a rainy day when I am in a bad mood, but someone brings hot milk; I am waiting for the high-speed train to miss the train, but I see children in the waiting area having fun with their parents. Dreaming can bring reality to you, and dreaming can bring reality to reality. Before writing a story, it is more practical to dream more than to rush into the jungle bald. At least looking back, there is still a sweet tone at the bottom of the glass.
The seven rounds of moonlight in the book will shine on you periodically, either sweetly or intensely. Sprinkling on the corner of your window table is a different kind of moonlight, inviting you. Just ride on the white horse and follow us! Come and witness their stories... And come up with names for them.
