Bai Li had a dream. In the dream, he kept running. He looked at the endless stairs in front of him, but he didn't dare to slack off. He didn't dare to look back. His subconscious told him that he couldn't look back. The sounds behind him were getting closer and closer. The footsteps of many people were getting closer and louder. At least there were more than two people. Bai Li felt that he was dead. With just one glance, he thought, just die and give up the struggle. The moment he turned back, a door appeared in front of him. He missed the step and fell down. The moment he fell, he saw the things behind him, which were two children.
Bai Li thought he would keep falling, just like that endless staircase. Who knew that in two seconds, or at most three seconds, he would be at the bottom. Then he woke up.
It was pitch dark all around. Bai Li reached out and touched it, yes. It's the wall. He was a little hot, and running up the stairs in his dream made him sweat. Of course, fear also played a big role. Closing his eyes and thinking, Bai Li was a little confused. He rarely had dreams, let alone such weird dreams. But luckily it was a dream, and Bai Li felt the joy of being reborn after a disaster. But in the next second, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suddenly realized the problem that he had always ignored. If he was on the bed, where was his quilt? He was lying on the ground, surrounded by silence, no sound and no light. Bai Li wanted to cry but had no tears. Is this a dream? He wasn't sure, he didn't have the courage, he was afraid it was a dream or not a dream.
Intention: growth