Singing in Dreams, Singing Freely

Literary creators who emerged from the Longdong plateau wandered between the city and their hometown. In my dream I could sing in the air, but in reality I was overwhelmed by the unfinished "New Sky". Memory is like the wind, blowing through the winding mountain road, the salesman's load, and the mother's call, but it can't go back to the past. He is trapped between creation and survival, and words are the only light. Use dreams as horses to write songs about the scattered nostalgia and youthful confusion. When I wake up, I keep writing, and in my dreams, I sing to my heart's content. My hometown is never far away, it is hidden in every word I don't want to forget. This is a long march of writing against nothingness, and it is also a spiritual journey that the wanderer will eventually return to.