A few years ago, when I was a younger child, I had a dream one summer night.
In the dream, there were beautiful flower fields, exquisite wooden houses, and a girl with a hazy face. She trotted ahead of me through the pale hibiscus bushes, as light as a deer. And I ran after her, with only one sentence in my mind - catch up with her before leaving. I was very confused when I woke up. Who is leaving? What else am I going to say?
So I thought about it for myself, branching out from the dream, and actually traced some small fragments. Later, I gradually broke away from the constraints of dreams and just kept writing like an essay. Suddenly I realized that it had been several years. Looking back at the finished notebook, I found that my writing style and ideas have grown a lot.
So, I want to write about this dream.