This is a short story that tells the story of a dream and a dream. I once thought that we would never be separated when we met, but how did we know that the intersection of time and space left behind mutual regrets.
I don't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou. It's true or false. Maybe we are all dreaming of a profound and lingering dream. When we wake up, things have changed.
Dreams are a good thing, allowing you to experience life that is different from reality, but there are also too many people who are immersed in dreams and do not want to wake up. Sometimes dreams are really intoxicating.
The male protagonist Cobb in "Inception" returned home and couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. He took out a top to distinguish between dreams and reality. But when he saw the two children running towards him, he no longer waited for the result of the top, because even if it was fake, he was willing to stay in the dream.
The suspense left to us at the end of "Inception" is really profound, but in my opinion it is also the best ending.
Conception: