Zhuang Sheng Mengdie

Every dream is a world, everyone is a dreamer, and everything is an illusion created by the state of mind. Maybe everything in the dream is false, but the emotions in the dream are real; maybe everything disappears after waking up from the dream, but the memory lingers in the mind. All of these are like shadows cast on the road of sunshine. No matter how dark or long it is, no shadow can really leave any trace in the end. However, occasionally some naughty children would squat on the ground, trace the outline of their own shadows with their fingers, then stand up and walk around watching, as if the shadow would never dissipate. Even if the wind blows away the traced shallow ravine, it cannot blow away the beautiful memory of this experience in the child's mind. When fake becomes real, it is also real and fake, but sometimes it is difficult to tell the difference. Where is the dream? Where is reality?