Have you ever had this experience: walking alone on a road that you have walked countless times before, you suddenly hear a very familiar voice calling your name. You look back and find that the cars on the familiar road are still there, the trees are standing still, and the birds are singing softly. . . . . .
There will always be a kind of people in this world who use dreams as a medium to wander between the past, present and future. They are the promoters of the long river of history, and the guardians who ensure the passage of time and the correct progress of history. They are hidden in any corner of the world, doing the most ordinary work, but burning the fire in their hearts every silent night, outlining dreams that seem chaotic but are actually orderly. They are called - dream painters.
Purpose: All people are suffering. It is better to pray for yourself than to pray for God or Buddha.