The man in the dream walked towards me slowly. In the cool valley, the dewdrops on the grass tips were brushed by his clothes, and the dewdrops were also flying in the clothes, slowly blending in with them. He walked towards me like this, his smiling face warming the mountain. The grass is dancing, the flowers are swaying, the birds are singing, and the animals are rejoicing. Stretch out my hand, put it on his palm, and walk towards the mountains. That is the way he came, and that is my destination. He carefully smoothed the light frost between my eyebrows; he warmed the typhoid fever in my heart. In my heart, he is like a god, and I will follow him throughout my life.