In fact, I am not a writer, I am just a dreamer. I have had many strange, tortuous and sad dreams, and I am not happy about them. .
This is not a masterpiece of genius, but it is a gift from God, because God gave me the opportunity to dream, but my poor writing style cannot compose a wonderful chapter, and I cannot express my dreams perfectly. I hope all dreamers can forgive me, and for the sake of God, please give me strength. . . . . .
Next, I will bring you the dream that God gave me. Please don't think that she is too sad, please don't think that she is too thin, and don't think that she is like a long stream of water. Just listen to me and savor the innocence of childhood. . . . . .
Part One Mirage
Would women be happier without men? In a land without love, would there be no crying eyes? In a world without desires, can one's heart be as calm as water? It's late at night, everything is there, people are gone, and feelings are hard to hold on to. . . . . . Listen to me tell you in detail, that dream in the cold night, that smoke-like sorrow, that desolate land, that hazy figure. . . . . .