Lying on the bed powerless, my stomach still ached and I couldn't close my eyes properly. Am I going to die? The night is very dark and deep, but why can my eyes still see white and bright things? Under the white clouds, there are red flowers and green grass, fluttering butterflies, plump and upright cranes, and gods with fluttering clothes. Some are walking along the quiet paths, some are picking fruits in the forest garden, and some are playing piano, calligraphy and painting, playing chess, and chanting poems over wine in the leisure pavilion... It is really a leisurely and carefree wonderland, as beautiful as heaven, enviable and desirable. Is it heaven? Yes!
