Dreaming Back to the West Window, Trimming the Candlewick Together

Last night, I dreamed of A Yin again. This time, there is no romance of listening to the rain at the west window and cutting candles together, but only the sorrow of poor and humble couples. I have two children, a daughter who is eight or nine years old, and a son who is four or five years old. The son is very cute, but he has eye problems and cannot see people clearly. He likes to hide under the bed and play. It was A Yin's birthday, and many friends came to the house. In addition to those who sang poetry and wine, there were also colleagues from the workplace. The house is small, there are no servants, no food and wine, and even tea is not served well. Ayin personally cooks Yangchun noodles for these friends. With a small pot and a small stove, even if it is very busy, it is impossible for all the guests to eat at the same time. A Yin is stubborn and insists on ordering the meal based on his inner relationship, which offends many people. In the faces of those figures who walked away with changed expressions, this dream ended in a hurry. After waking up, I was afraid of forgetting the dream and recalled the details of the dream again and again. But no matter how many times I searched, I could no longer recall his face, only his vaguely white clothes and stubborn figure.