Dreaming is a form of meeting

Dreaming is a form of meeting

Li Li

In these days of lockdown due to the epidemic, I can't go anywhere, I have to stay at home. The dreamy night is a deep and dark pool of water where I can hide, and in the sleepy afternoon of the day, I am a little confused, and I don't feel that I will throw away the book in my hand, and I will suddenly fall into the abyss of my nap and be thrown out of this world. In the dream, the weight of the whole person began to lighten, as if it had become a leaf on the river, a small fish, a small bird that accidentally fell into the water and struggled to jump out of the water.

When will this blockade end? When powerless to change, you can only avoid, hide, sleep, and dream of a solution, just like a baked fish dreaming of the ocean.

When I think of some things in history, I really come into being in response to dreams!

More than 1950 years ago, in 64 AD, Chinese history called the Han Dynasty. At this time, the emperor was called Liu Zhuang, and the history was called Emperor Ming of Han. Legend has it that one night in the spring of this year, when Liu Zhuang was sleeping, he dreamed in a trance that a tall golden man floated by, and saw that he did not speak, but flew around the palace. The next day, Liu Zhuang wanted to ask the ministers to interpret the dream. As a result, a minister said, "There is a great god in the Western world named Buddha. The image was exactly the same as the tall golden man seen in His Majesty's dream. The colorful narration touched the heart of Emperor Hanming. Liu Zhuang then sent envoys to the west and embarked on a journey to India in search of the Buddha, known in history as "Yongping Seeking the Dharma." A dialogue of civilizations that began to change The history of Chinese culture and even the history of the world began. The ming emperor's dream caused the encounter of two ancient civilizations of mankind on both sides of the Himalayas, which led to the great fusion of cultures for nearly eight centuries.

One summer day a thousand years ago, Emperor Huizong of Song took a nap in gaotang. He dreamed that after the heavy rain, the sky in the distance was cloudbroken, and there was a mysterious azure color, which was particularly fascinating. After waking up, he couldn't forget it, so Song Huizong wrote a poem: "The rain passes through the sky and the clouds break, and such a color will do the future." He passed on a holy decree to the craftsmen of the Ru kiln to burn such a sky blue porcelain. Huizong's dream gave birth to the most beautiful color in the history of ceramics.

Dreaming is a form of meeting. In this blocked time, you can only put the thoughts of thousands of mountains and rivers on the pillow, let a dream rise quietly, and expect the dream to blossom and blossom delicate flowers. But why are even dreams depressed? Dreaming of the cold of the ancient times, and the undulating hills of the distant mountains, dreaming of the shepherd boy napping in the shade of the tree, dreaming that the cattle and sheep have become camellias full of hills, the sky has fine snowflakes floating by, the shepherd boy snuggled up to the lamb has not woken up, in the dream, I am a cuckoo, dreaming that spring does not come, standing in the treetops, for a long time.

When will the lockdown end? I feel like a silkworm in southern China, between the green mulberry leaves, spitting out a weak silk, waking up and sleeping, sleeping and waking, waking up and sleeping.