I often have a dream. In the dream, I feel like I have entered a cave. It is dark all around. Only a stone in the middle has light. Lying on the side of the stone is a man in blue clothes. One knee is bent and one hand is supporting his head. There is a long sword inlaid with gems and a gorgeous style next to his head. The man never looked at me from beginning to end. He only raised his head to drink the wine from the wine gourd in his hand. I tried to call him and stood there for a long time. I don't know why I always had strange emotions when facing him, as if there was a mist lingering in my heart that couldn't be dispelled.
But they told me that it was not a dream, that person was myself. To be honest, I don't believe it, because that person is so good-looking, he is so good-looking that he transcends the ordinary world. Unlike me, who can only be considered handsome in the ordinary world. Besides, I don't know how to drink. I just pour a glass and run away naked.