An imaginary story similar to the world of Kyushu and Yunhuang. It originated from dreams; dreams may be a very strange thing. I wonder if you sometimes feel that this world is very dark and absurd when you are awake. I always thought that I was in an incredible dream. When I was in the dream, was there light, warmth, love, and my childhood longing for the origin of this world? Dream is a person's unique kingdom, freedom, passion, and determination. I don't know that for us living in the vast sea of dust, how much the people we love, the careers we work hard for, and the ideals we persist in have been sharpened by the traces of life, and when are they worthy of our attention and cherish? One day I had a sad dream, and finally came up with the idea of describing it in writing. May the dream weavers cherish each other and remember each other's original intentions:
Things in the world are like a clear dream, coming and going in the cold, looking at shadows three times a step, lingering for ten miles.
Dreaming about flowers and mist, dreaming about snow and smoke, dreaming about stars and falling shadows, dreaming about embers of grass stretching to the sky.
Waking up from the dream is painful after parting, the dream is broken and tears remain, and you can't remember what happened in the dream. Do you struggle to remember the fate of the dream?
Everyone misses their dreams and admires the immortals every year. Why is the dreamland misty and the path to immortals is unclear?
I wish you, the guest in your dream, please cherish your worldly fate, practice meditation carefully, and work hard to protect Chanjuan.
Things in the world are like a clear dream, and it's cold just before dawn. I heard that you will leave early, and wrote to me slightly.