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I want to keep these dreams. They are like shells washed ashore when the tide rises late at night, and will be carried away by the tide before dawn - so I decided to use words to pick them up one by one before they dissipate. Those flying whales, the backward flowing river water, and the flowers blooming on the back of the moon are all places I visited when I was asleep. They have no logic, but they have body temperature; they are fleeting, but they leave some indescribable weight after I wake up. I want to write them down, not to prove anything, but just because I don't want to forget them. Record some fantastic dreams. They come to my night, like uninvited guests, quietly opening the door after I close my eyes. Some dreams are very light and disperse as quickly as morning mist; some dreams are very heavy and remain on my mind all day after I wake up. I write them here for my future self - you see, you have been to so many incredible places while you were asleep. Every time I wake up from such a dream, I feel like I have just returned from a trip to another world. In that world, clouds can be slept on, whales can deliver messages, there is a garden on the back of the moon, and time is a river flowing backward. There I met a dream repairman in blue overalls and a fox with fur like an aurora. Those pictures were so clear that I would be stunned for a long time after opening my eyes - I couldn't tell which side was real. So I want to record them, one by one, like taking a photo of those dreams. In this way, even if you forget it later, the text will still be there. Record some fantastic dreams. Those places that I visited while I was asleep and that I remember when I wake up.

Positive energy and touching literature. The deepest love is all in the most ordinary fireworks Guard a bowl of noodles, guard a lamp, guard a well The roots of family, the roots of love, the roots of hometown Ordinary people, doing the deepest love

Ancient fairy tales are often more than just tales of strange powers and deranged gods. When the ancients made up these stories, they often hid the truths they wanted to say - such as the confidence in "my fate depends on me but not in heaven", the belief that "the Tao will help me a lot", or those indescribable states of mind during cultivation. The following stories hope to give you a glimpse into that fantasy world.

The edge of civilization, the uncharted wilderness, where the watchtowers stand. At the edge of the world, there are stories that have never been written into epic poetry. They do not belong to heroes, they do not belong to gods, and they do not belong to any war that changes dynasties. They belong to the last light extinguished by the night watchman, to the first piece of pie swallowed by the Ash Dragon, and to the hand stretched out from a dry well that has been held for tens of thousands of years. This is the border. Civilization ends here, and the unknown begins. About loneliness, memory, farewell, and those who still choose to light the light in the darkness.

A huge, silent universe transmits many things to the earth. Humans fiddle with them like babies who have found artifacts, but can never dial that "ask" phone. This one-way, static, and distant setting is the most unique charm of these stories.

The record of strange beasts outside "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is the gentlest unsolved mystery in the world. "Zhi" refers to records, and "deviation" refers to strange things.