I had a dream last night. I dreamed of the sea of flowers in Haihui Temple. Human memory is a very strange thing. Sometimes scenes that you didn't pay attention to at the time will appear at various times like a shadow. I don't know how that gorgeous sea of flowers touched me, or maybe, there are beautiful things that seem to last forever, and there are beautiful things that make you feel fleeting, but it is often the latter that moves people. Just like the scratches caused by sadness will always leave traces in the heart, rather than the small contraction of the atrium when laughing.
In my dream, I saw myself lying on a rock, lazily watching the changing clouds in the sky.