To the mirror, I wonder if tonight and last night were just a dream. In the dim light, I held up the lamp to look at you. I peered into your beautiful figure, like smoke and illusion, and suddenly realized that you and I were both in the fog.
The cold sun suddenly appeared, and I woke up from the dream. I was so frightened that I felt dizzy. I waved my hands and thought it was a dream. Who can remember it? Just treat it as a dream, and let the heartbeat in the dream drift away with the wind! I am here to await another good news...
Intention: Try to write without writing, close to the life of contemporary college students