A very long dream, in a very far place. There is no wind, no sun, no stars and moonlight, only the original broad appearance and desolation. My luggage seemed to have no weight at all. I ran all the way, only to find that I could not escape from this desolation. Looking back, I saw the place where I ran. The desolate wilderness turned into sunshine, flowers, and mountains. Is precisely fairyland paradise. There, I saw many faces, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, younger brother, younger sister, and some strange faces that never appeared in my life, except myself. I called them, but they didn’t respond at all. I walked towards them, only to find that I was getting farther and farther away from them. It seems that I am not in the same world with them at all. I am helpless, desperate, scared, unable to breathe, and even on the verge of collapse. I can’t hear my voice. When I opened my luggage, I took out a mirror and saw my face in the mirror, which was torn and broken little by little. Finally, it fell to the ground with a sound and broke into a bloody glass, the bright red light flickered, dazzling red. The Earth became more and more desolate, and there came a cry of wolves in the desolation. Lonely, desolate, desperate cry, no reply. I looked at that place again like a paradise. The Sunshine disappeared and changed into a piece of moonlight and a light. Under the light, there was a little boy sitting. That was me. I clearly saw that was me 18 years ago and my mother 18 years ago, she is so beautiful, virtuous and dignified. I can’t hear what she is saying to me now. I can only feel the happiness of that moment by my heart. For a long time, I fell asleep in her arms. She carried me into the room. The light went out and the Moonlight went out. The convenience of that place disappeared. There is only a deep darkness and irresistible fear left. I picked up the brush and tried hard to paint the color of the Earth, mountains and rivers, and the sky on this desolation. Little by little, piece by piece, mountains and rivers and the sky spread in my works. At this moment, I am more like a painter than a creator. I saw the world gradually changing and becoming more and more familiar in my works. Finally, what appeared in front of me was my hometown. A mountain and a water, a grass and a tree, as kind as the hair scattered on the face. It floated up and fell down gently. I walked towards home and met many familiar people, old, young, male and female. I greeted them, they didn’t seem to know me. My home is very busy, it seems that there is something big. I asked an old man in the village. He said: What did Chen’s grandson get married today? I feel very surprised. Isn’t Chen’s grandson just me? Who is the bride? I asked. I don’t know, I haven’t seen anyone. I squeezed into the crowd and saw my father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, many relatives, me and the other me, exactly the same. A groom dress up, smiling. Why is there only bridegroom and bride? I asked people around me. The one with veil beside him is the bride. I was shocked because there was no one around me, only an empty position. I pushed away the crowd and came to my room. The door was locked. I took out the key, but I couldn’t open the door. Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and I walked into the room, which was exactly what it was. I suddenly saw that the person in the mirror on the desk was not me, but a strange old man, without hair, teeth, empty eyes and no expression. Old like a ghost. I was shocked. How could it be? It wasn’t me. No. I smashed the mirror and escaped from my room. However, everything disappeared. The previous wedding was gone, and the people who attended the wedding were also gone. There was only a kind of desolation after the curtain ended. The prosperity was gone, and people went out for tea. Everything ended without warning or trace. Looking back, I saw my mother’s portrait smiling at me. I also laughed. Suddenly, I felt that the original desolation was approaching gradually, the distant mountains were fading away, the color was fading, the sunshine was darkening, and all the things presented in my works were slowly swallowed by the darkness and turned into nothing. I tried my best to escape, but black from all directions came like ghosts. Despair and fear filled the surrounding air. I couldn’t breathe. I felt my heartbeat accelerating and then becoming weaker. My body is dissipating little by little, and my spirit is slowly collapsing. In an instant, the world collapsed, so did the dream.

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