When dreams come true

The big yard was full of flowers of all colors in front of the door, and in the open space in front of the door, there was a big swing, and I sat on the swing, gently swinging the swing, looking up at a full moon, and the bright moonlight illuminated the earth, illuminating the flowers and trees around me, and I smiled happily, reveling in this beautiful time.

When I woke up, I still couldn't help but smile. When people reach middle age, they love to dream, and there are not many times when they can clearly remember dreams after waking up. Many times, I remember having a dream last night, but the specific dream is very vague, and I have little interest in remembering.

Perhaps, I have been a dreaming girl since I was a child. In my memory, all I dream of are very beautiful dreams, for example, putting on a white shirt and flying up, flying over a small river, flying over a mountain, flying over a long road, all the way to the small mountain village where my grandmother's house is located.

It is said that the path that I had walked countless times when I was a child was long gone, but I had walked many times in my dreams, and it was still as clear as yesterday, and even the grass and flowers on both sides of the path had grown so luxuriantly and bloomed so beautifully that I could smell the familiar and beautiful breath in my dreams.

When people reach middle age, even dreams have a fixed place, either in my grandmother's house or in the old courtyard of my house, although there is no longer a trace of the previous memory, but my dreams stubbornly remember its original appearance, those distant times, more than once in the dream, so that whenever I really face them, everything in front of me is not enough to make me excited, in my eyes, or their old appearance.

When a person is gone, I would rather believe that there is really another world in this world, and that those relatives who love me have just changed their environment and will live better than in this world.

My grandmother, my mother, are people who have not lived a good life, have worked hard for their children all their lives, never willing to enjoy themselves, and there is no condition for enjoyment, no matter what they eat and wear, they can only be said to maintain the most basic food and clothing. Especially my mother, her living conditions are obviously much better than my grandmother's generation, but in her traditional thinking, she is still reluctant to eat and wear, and she is only busy early in the morning and dark all day, busy with the farm work that can never be finished and the housework that can never be done.

In the eyes of today's people, their behavior can only be understood as "can't think". At that time, I didn't understand why some neighbors could not work in the field all day, did not have to face the hot sun and the cold wind, and only began to go home after dark, people could enjoy the fun brought by TV and movies, while my mother got up all day in the early morning to make tofu, but she was reluctant to rest during the day.

She was just a mortal flesh fetus, planting vegetable gardens, planting crops, raising livestock, and busy with orchards, and there was almost no one who could share the burden for her. Sometimes, she sat at the dinner table and couldn't open her eyes, and she could fall asleep with half a pancake in her hand.

A rural woman with no long belongings can only rely on her own industrious hands, in the land to do hard work, if her efforts can be understood, someone cherished, then these efforts are still worth it, only to be afraid, enjoy the fruits of those labor people feel that it is taken for granted, and even, even, hate the fruits brought by these hands are not rich enough, that is chilling.

I don't know if in the last days of my mother's life, she will regret her efforts, if life can really be re-chosen, she will choose not to be so hard. When she left, I didn't know if she would still be worried about her truly beloved children and grandchildren, but she was finally tired, and it was time to rest well, to enjoy the warmth of the earth's embrace for herself.

Last night, I dreamed that my mother lived in a big new house, with a big yard, the yard was sunny, there were colorful flowers, there were fresh and green vegetables, there were orchards in spring and autumn, there were chickens and ducks for leisurely walks, there were loyal and cute puppies, and my mother, who had never enjoyed a day of hard work for herself all her life, finally lived the life she loved.

It is often said that if you never forget it, there will be an echo. I thought, it must be my mother who knew that I was always worried about her, that I always thought of her, so Tomon told me that she really lived a good life, and she finally lived the good life she longed for.

How sincerely I believe!