I have often had the same dream since I was a child. I dreamed of a snowy world, with a yellowish light glowing in the distant house. I was wearing a white fluff-trimmed cloak, with my whole face nestled in the cap of the cloak. I was walking on the snowy path one after another with a man who was also wearing a white cloak and had a tall figure. He was not wearing a hat, and his head was almost white with snowflakes. Although I have dreamed about him countless times, I have never seen his face. Even his profile is blurry. I only remember that he was vaguely a head taller than me. In more than 20 years, we only had one sentence in our conversation. He said: It's time for you to go back.
It wasn't until the end of 2020 that I got an inexplicable high fever and fell asleep for several days and nights. The whole story unfolded from my dream. It was a dynasty that had never been seen in our history. The heroine in the story was not me, but my mother, the queen of Nanqing Kingdom--Xue'er!
Intention: Like means "I hope that we can be together for a while, and we might as well stay in the misty moon forever"; and love means that we are close to each other and are far apart. We can be close and prosperous, but we can forget each other for a lifetime. The love is so deep that I can't express it, just a sigh.
