A Thousand Years of Mortal Dreams: the Mortal Body Realizes the Way and Crosses the Heavens

A dream for a thousand years, a dream for a thousand years. The ups and downs of the human world for decades are just a drop of dust in the long river of time. I am always in a trance late at night, searching for her thousands of times in my dreams. What I am looking for is never a certain person, but the myself who is unwilling to be mediocre, eager to break free, and longing for the infinite light. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest. We are all passers-by in the world, floating up and down in the world, and we can't help it. Everyone says that everything can be found in dreams. In the past, I only regarded it as a false comfort, a lie used by ordinary people to numb themselves. But after half a lifetime of ups and downs, I finally understood the simplest truth: perfection never comes out of thin air in the world, and the only shortcut to a dream come true is to fight with all your strength and persevere unswervingly.