Being young is a dream. There are fireflies and starlight in the distance. The fragrance of trees floats in the moist air.
I lay in that crystal cocoon, taking long breaths.
They walked out from the huge figure of the banyan tree in Luochuan, carrying a moist mist and a faint halo.
I walked to the cocoon and looked at my bright face inside.
Gu Ming's velvet voice whispered in my ears:
Lazy man, it's time to get up.
So I opened my eyes...