I had a dream. In the dream, I was riding my white-hooked crow on the grassland in northern Xinjiang. There was a young man behind me. He smiled at me loudly and said to me, "Girl, I have admired you for a long time." As he spoke, he handed me a peach blossom.
But how can there be peach blossoms in northern Xinjiang? This is certainly not true. But I like this kind of dream and I can't bear to wake up. I have never had such a good dream in my life...
Intention: We must always struggle in adversity and live well